Music is my poison, Dancing is my coma;';Open

[XxXpandabearXxX]

Panda turned a corner. It was dark, streetlights casting while-yellow light every few feet. Shuffling along, she felt...strange. And it wasn't the fact that she was barely able to breathe in her tight party-clothes. No. It was the fact that, though she was an outgoing party person - it had been quite a while since she'd been out to a real nightclub. Without being part of the entertainment, of course.

And, as her friends had been a little concerned at her non-drinking, non-experimenting, non-bumpin'andgrindin' way, they'd practically bribed her to come down to the club. Just for ten minutes - twenty - half an hour. Not long. Just a little.

Which was how she came to be about a block from the night club in question, in tight black leather pants and a hot pink and black corset, both of which she'd forgotten she owned, and big black boots with teeny red and pink cherries on. They were clearly just gumboots...but they were so cute.

Panda yawned and raked a hand through her hair, dislodging half a dozen of her signature bow clips, which she carefully stooped to retrieve and clip back in. She didn't want to go, but didn't want to let everyone down. And so, she carefully rose to her full height again, dinging when she was standing up straight - to get herself into a silly mood. And...on she walked.

Soon she was at the nightclub. The line was long, but the bouncer recognised her and waved her through. She grinned. Just like the old days. Inside, it was all bright lights, and pumping music, and people chatting and bumping and grinding. Deciding she'd work her way up with a little dutch courage, she sat herself down at the bar counter.
"Jose' Cuervo tequila, please," she said absently. She always started nightclubbing with a little Jose. Tequila always made her feel warm and fuzzy, but Jose Cuervo made her giggly. And honestly - it flipped her out a little.

[cosmo o'malley]

Cosmo loved going out and partying, even though sometimes whiney bitches were "too tired" to go with him. Even if he went solo, Cosmo always managed to have fun. He was like a people magnet - strangers just gravitated towards him. Hmm - was the hot-gay-god-in-a-band vibe that obvious?

So, flying solo as he was tonight, Cosmo headed down to the local nightclub, decked out in leather pants and a red silk shirt. His eyes were done up heavily in dark eyeliner, smeared to perfection, and his hair hung in his eyes.

He stepped into the club and let the atmosphere seep into his pores. The dim lights, the pulsing lights, the smell of sweat and sex. He made his way through the crowd of moving bodies and made his way to the bar. He needed a margarita.

Oh, what luck! Sitting at the bar, in all her blonde glory, was one of his absolute favorite girl drummers - Miss Panda Acres of Scheduled Nurse. Panda was always a riot, and Cosmo adored hanging out with her.

"Panda-Bear, are those my pants you're wearing?" he said, sneaking up behind her and speaking with a tone of mocking shock.

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[XxXpandabearXxX]

Panda giggled happily. Mmm...tequila. A good start to what promised to be a fine night. And that was even before she'd been accosted by one of her absolute favourite fags to hag for - Cosmo O'Malley, the best, in her opinion, gay irish-heritaged guitarist ever.

"Your pants, Cossie, darling? Well they very well may be. You've got better legs than me...and I don't remember my pants ever being this tight. I may have just gained some weight though. Even so...mine now. As payment, I'l...uhm...buy you a drink! Yeah!" Panda's tequila was certainly already kicking in, her cheeks becoming rosy, and her speech becoming more erratic. She usually ranted when under Tequila. She was hardly a lightweight with alcohol...but...tequila didn't count.

She planted a kiss on his cheek and patted the stool beside her. "Sit with me for a while. While I finish my drinky and get you yours. And then...we shall dance until we collapse in a fit of exaustion! Oh wow...I totally just thought of a great drink. Right...imagine Tequila...with black Ouzo...and lemonade. I call it Tequila Mockingbird. Like the book, get it?" she nodded finally. She wanted her imaginary drink now. Because it sounded GOOD.

[cosmo o'malley]

Cosmo could only giggle with delight as he hugged Panda. "You! You are the craziest little thing I have ever encountered. Ever. Seriously girl, what would I do without you?" He took the seat at the bar next to her. "And for the record, your ass has never looked more fabulous. If those are my jeans, you keep them - with my blessing."

He listened to her ramble on about her drink, Tequila Mockingbird. "You are too fucking funny, girl!" he slapped the bar happily. "That drink would probably taste disgusting, by the way. Ouzo tastes like licorice, which doesn't really sit right with lemonade. My darling, if you must buy me a drink, make it a margarita, okay?" He pinched her cheek.

[XxXpandabearXxX]

"You'd probably have an easier time without me, babe. But now...Margarita please, pretty bar-person!" Panda practically shouted, as she downed the remainder of her tequila.

"If it were anyone but you talking about my ass, they'd get their own slapped down. But you...you get free booze and a hug. Must be good being a gorgeous talented you. All...adorable and gay and adorable. And...yuppers. You're like...never alone, and everyone loves you, and yeah. Lucky lucky Cosmo. My Cosmo!" she giggled. Yeah. She considered him HER Cosmo. Her fag. For she was the ultimate hag, indeed.

She nodded and admitted to herself that, yeah...the lemonade...nuh. And so, she told him. "Okay, I admit. The lemonade...not a good idea. But apart from that...goodish. And tequila and ouzo...sure to mess up whoever drank it. Ouzo by itself isn't exactly a lightweight drink, and...man...yeah. Actually...bar-person. Could you mix me up some tequila and black ouzo? Just like...shot-sized. As a test?"

She recieved it, and knocked it back, feeling a slight burn. But...it was good. Faintly fizzy, and aniseedy and altogether...decent.
"Cosmo, my dear, you are sitting next to a genius!"

[cosmo o'malley]

"Panda, my darling, my dear - are you drunk already?" Cosmo rolled her eyes at her. "You are so freakin' weird!" The bartender was giving them weird looks but Cosmo waved his hand at him. "No sir, she's not ordering a drink - Cosmo is my name. However, it was named after me. Just a testament as to how delicious I am!"

When Panda ordered the ouzo/tequila concoction, Cosmo raised an eyebrow. Sometimes, Panda really didn't know what the hell she was getting herself into. He loved her to death but it was sometimes like hanging out with a five year old - hard to control, hard to follow, hard to understand, but so cute and cuddy at the same time. Half the time, Cosmo didn't know whether to smack her or hug her.

"Shit, sweetheart, are you really going to drink that? It looks ... really ... um, unsafe. I hope you know, if you puke, I'm not holding your hair this time. The last time I did that, you pretty much destroyed my favorite pink Chuck Taylors."

[XxXpandabearXxX]

"I'm not drunk, Cossie, you know how Tequila effects me. You know I'm giggly as hell for a few minutes, but when it wears off, I'm just full of energy, and not so...well I go to being a ten-year-old as opposed to a fiver, you know?" She nodded and smiled.
"You're such a goof, Cosmo, darling. Though you do taste nice. Remember the Strong party? Truth and dare and all that? Your arm was so salty. It was great..." she laughed and propped herself up on her elbow, which she planted on the bar.

"Drank it. And...it was good. Don't plan on having another, but it was good. And I apologised about that. If you persist in reminding me of that, well...I'll just have to send back that nice worn-in pair I got off ebay. And they were so nice, too..." Panda said. Yes, she was bribing. With a pair of Chucks. But she could well do so. Because she had the power.

Panda took a tic tac from the tiny container in her cleavage [the best place to keep something when you have no bag n or pocket], and popped it in her mouth. It took the edge off the aniseedy ouzo taste, and...there. All she could taste was mint. Mmm...mint.

[cosmo o'malley]

Cosmo waved the bartender over as Panda rummaged around in her cleavage for her packet of Tic Tacs. The bartender was a brunet, well-muscled, square-jawed young man, looking like a hero out of a harlequin novel. "Could I get a margarita, please?"

"Coming right up."

When he turned around to make the drink, Cosmo nudged Panda. "Look at that ass. Isn't it magnificent? It's like ... better than Derek Jeter's. Wonder what he looks like in leather pants?" Everything was about sex for Cosmo. He loved making sexual assumptions about people. "What do you think, Panda? Think he prefers to give it doggy-style? He looks like the type that would flip you over and give it to you hard, doesn't he? God! Hope he swings in my direction."

[XxXpandabearXxX]

"You're so damn dirty, Cosmo. But I've got to admit...that's an ass that just don't quit. Wanna just...bite it. But then, I'll bite anything..." Panda shrugged and peered at the bartender.
"Not quite my thing though. He's a little too...Fabio. Hell, I hope he swings in your direction too - he'd be some nice eye-candy if nothing else. Mhm. If you land that, and you yourself a little action...give his cheek a lick for me!" she said and giggled. She'd given that same request multiple times. And even asked if an act could be taped. She thought gay-sex was just...hot. Chyeah.

Panda winked at Cosmo. "Want me to find out for you? Because you know I so would jump this counter and ask him...and then you could be getting hot action this very night, wouldn't that be great!?" she exclaimed, and clapped happily. She'd done it before. ^^