A Club in DC, later Friday evening

The doorman had been mildly suspicious, but between a combination of good forging skills and alien-fu, he couldn't find a thing wrong with their IDs. With the additional help of two pretty, dressed to kill blondes smiling at him, he really had no choice but to let them into the club.

"Well we're not in Fandom anymore," Isabel said, just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Who's ready to dance?"

[For the date. And the other two people on the date. Of their own. Nothing kinky happening. Move along...]