C'mon down, kids

[bana-grace.livejournal.com]

It felt good.

REALLY good.

Good to be back behind the bar at Chaney's, pouring drinks and handling customers who didn't follow the rules. So far she'd had to toss two people out onto the sidewalk for fighting, and that other guy seemed to finally be waking up.

The place was bustling, and Grace wouldn't have it any other way.

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[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"No doubt there. Although hot damn, I'm curious as to how else they kick up - especially when they'll be staying up for a while."

A fun little conveyor belt stretches out and grabs his shots and moves them up along his arm to his hand that's rubbing his chin, knocking them back into his mouth.

"And hey, if you wanna warm up on the floor before you make it to the bar, I bet I'm the only guy in the joint that knows all the old dances you know."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She stops drinking, and her face lights up suddenly. "You jitterbug, sug?"

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Does the Pope crap in the woods, sweetness? I jitter the hell out of that bug."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She sets the tumbler back on the bar. "Well what in tarnation are we waitin' for!" she replies, hopping off her stool and extending a hand to him.

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

Plaz bounces off the stool and takes that hand, while stretching another one over to the jukebox to bring up an appropriate tune with the right kinda tempo.

"I was just waiting for you to say 'tarnation,' Miss Dixie."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

"Do I get a prize for hittin' the keyword of the day?" she asks, as they reach a relatively clear expanse of floor.

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Free drinks all night and the jitteriest jitterbug this side of the Mississipp ain't prize enough? Because there's more where that came from..."

The music kicks in, a souped-up up-tempo big-band version of "Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B," and O'Brian swings right into it, spinning Zinda out and back into his arms.

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

The jitterbug isn't a dance for the idle, or the unenergetic. Zinda is neither of these things, as she twists and turns with the beat, her hips shimmying in time to the music, her feet constantly in motion, and a huge grin on her face as she does so; whooping and hollering her enjoyment at every turn.

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

It's not for the inflexible either, and Plastic Man certainly isn't that. He's game for every flip, every jump-kick-and-swing-around, stretching his body to always have her back - including one triple-swing that leaves her on his shoulders for a moment before the big drop-down flip finish.

Although that's not the end. Eel's testing her endurance by following it up with another catchy little ditty with a much sluttier tinge of fun to it. (http://www.mtvmusic.com/aguilera_christina/videos/134914/candyman.jhtml)

If she keeps up with him, his spin moves will definitely punctuate the naughty lines - particularly the ones about making panties drop.

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She manages - just about. She's not had exertion like this on a dance floor for some time, and by the time the last bars begin to fade, she's falling against him, laughing at her own breathlessness as she rides the zenith of her adrenalin high.

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Hot damn, woman!" Plaz says, thoroughly impressed as he brings her back to their corner of the bar as a few of the hardened old buzzards in this joint even give them a small smattering of applause. "You ain't missed a step!"

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

Her skin is rosily flushed from her exertion, and she fans briefly at her face as she chuckles. "Lord, I ain't seen a hotstep like that in years. I wasn't sure my knees were gonna keep up."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Toots, dollars to donuts says your knees could keep up with anything," Plaz quips as he lines up another couple of shots - but only two for now. He still remembers a while back when he had to shift into a scrunchie for her to hold her hair back after she had a few too many. Not that she seemed to have lost a step out there on the floor for how many she's already knocked back.

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She grins. "I could go for a few donuts right now. Fresh ones, right outta the fryer and sprinkled with cinnamon sugar just so, like this one place I used to go to as a kid, not this Dunkin crap."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"You said it, sister. I swear, for all the high-tech flyin' around, they don't know how to really make anything anymore. Even a Baby Ruth bar ain't a Baby Ruth bar these days. You can taste it."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She makes a face before she picks up one of the shotglasses he lined up on the bar for her. "Seems like nobody just goes dancin' anymore. Too busy hooked up to a Blackberry."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Probably because if you try to 'just go dancing,' the band is just some rent-a-schmuck sitting at a laptop splicing together other people's music into some tuneless bunch of pig squealing with a half-ass fog machine and a couple of laser pointers."

One of his shots is literally catapulted from his thumb and down his hatch.

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

"No kiddin'," she says with a sigh. "Clubs aren't even pretendin' to be anythin' other than hookup joints now."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Not that I've got a problem with hookup joints as a concept, but there's such a distinct lack of snazz everywhere ya look."

Plaz takes a long look into those eyes of hers, leaning a little closer.

"Well, except where I'm lookin' right now."

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

She lofts an eyebrow at him over the rim of that glass, and a smirk follows in its wake. "All due respect, sug, I think you're a li'l biased."

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"Biased, huh? Now why might that be?"

Am I getting shot down? Is that a shoot-down in her voice? Come on, you can't shoot me down after a dance like that... holy guacamole, come on...

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't really pick this place out as a good pickup joint," she says, knocking the shot back, "And it ain't the best smellin', either," she adds, with a brief wrinkling of her nose. "Ya feel like blowin' it for somewhere a li'l more hygienic?"

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

He can't hide the Looney-Tune heart-thump jumping out of his chest, but his hands slap over it immediately to keep it to one jump.

"We're two crazy kids from the past in the City of Tomorrow. We've gotta be able to find somethin' here to strike our respective fancies."

He hops off the stool and drops a wad of cash on the bar for Grace to pay for the drinks, before offering an arm.

"Got anything snazz-tastic in mind, sweet cheeks?"

[zinda-blackhawk.livejournal.com]

That grin returns as she accepts his arm. "Gotta admit sug, I ain't too familiar with where the good shindigs are in this city. You got a suggestion?"

[plazmania.livejournal.com]

"I know all the joints back in the Windy City, but I don't get out Metropolis way all that often, lemme think here..."

A light bulb springs out of the top of his head as the hit the street outside. "Oh, I know a nice little jazz club across town, but I'd rather not suffer the cab stink - we're trying to be hygienic here."

Suddenly, he shifts into a sort of bird shape, but with a luxurious seat for her on his back, complete with seat belts and legroom so that she won't get too chilly in that miniskirt.

"So whaddaya think about hoppin' aboard and letting someone fly YOU somewhere for once? All expenses paid!"