Summary:Mary Jane shows Damian one of New York's latest fads: Silent Disco! Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Operation Cultivate Damian was a go!
It was one of those last minute, word of mouth things that people in her age range produce. It's been pop-ups all over the New York area; some fancy DJ that everyone loves and pays millions to happens to be in an area. He or she takes over a spot, paints the backdrop neon, offers up beer to those of age and drinks for the other. They grab some chef who works out of some weird ass gastro-pub to offer up finger food to keep the crowd going. Perfect for Mr. Damian Wayne!
The call was set up, meet time posted. Mary Jane waits outside of the building as others begin to filter in. It was the Rockerfeller Center, it was already crowded with activities. Something going on this way, or that.. but it's clear that the people who were here for the same thing Mary Jane was.. were where they were meant to be. She was dressed to the nines, her hair in crinkle curled, make-up a bit of perfection. Her heels were high, and the romper she wore was cute, black, with a belt-sash of diamonds. (Fake, obviously). With a look at her phone, she begins to check out the latest news feeds, passing the time for Damian's arrival.
Damian was snagged by Mary Jane, and despite his initial protests to Bruce, it seems as though Damian does not quite have a choice in the matter. He wore a black suit, with a black undershirt and a dark green tie. Yes, his favorite color was emerald, but that doesn't quite matter at the moment. He exits the limo and he straightens out his collar to make sure his tie is fashionably on right.
He's infiltrated enough places to at least know how to dress. Plus black is sexy.
Anyway, he eventually finds Mary Jane, and he gives her a nod. "Miss Watson." He was fashionably on time actually.
Alright! Someone arrived in style! Seeing Damian dressed as he was, was a lot different than seeing him the first time she met him. She wouldn't admit it to him outloud, but he looked ratty and homeless!
So as he approaches, the smile upon her was big. Her phone was tucked in her top and her hands clasped in front of her, and soon she breathes a sigh of relief. "Damian Wayne." She intones, all jokey, the holds her hand out for him to take.
"Okay. So. Your first night into being an american.. whatever it is your dad wants us to call it.. is going to be a bit strange." She admits. "I'm just going to ask you for a few things. Keep an open mind, no judgement, try to relax.. and call me MJ. Or Mary Jane. Miss Watson is my mom."
Damian looks at MJ as she offers her hand and he accepts it, walking with her towards their venue. "Mary Jane it is." Though ofcourse, he'd probably just call her MJ when he got to know her a bit better.
Her request gets a raise of a brow. "That implies I'd be initially disapproving." He says with a light smirk. "But very well."
Oh god, he's going to meet her mother someday isn't he?
"Initially, yes." MJ admits as they begin to walk. They didn't have too far to go at least, the door was a few meters off and luckily, she had already went inside and gave the doorman a twenty to let her skip the line. And a promise of an instagram make-over.
"I almost want to spill what we're doing just so you could be prepared but.." She laughs, drawing his hand up as if she were giving him a hug, then picks up the pace in a slight run. She was so eager. And dragging him along with!
Once they reach the door, she pats the doorman on the arm. It would seem like whatever is going inside was quiet, but the repeated flash of lights made it look like 'A Very Important Thing' (tm). Oh, this is going to be weiiiird..
Every word that MJ says just makesDamian that much more cautious to actually….ya know, follow her. Then she's at a light run, dragging him along with.
Looks like its going to get very weird in this neck of the woods. And that theory is very much so confirmed when he sees just what the hell is happening.
"What on earth?" Okay, the stupidity of what he was witnessing surprised even him. Why not just blade out the music? WHY.
Yup.
MJ invited him to the first fresh hell of things to come. The place was a big open warehouse it seemed. Cleared out for the dancefloor of close to one hundred people. Most in their age group and a little bit older, each wearing funky fresh outfits to go along with the theme. Off to the side is a refreshment bar, the chef and bartender cooking up drinks and food for people that stop by and hand off their cash. Even a square was used to swipe credit cards, but it seemed that business was booming. Electro-lights flash about this impromptu club, everything seemed normal yet..
..everyone wore headphones.
..there was no sound to be heard throughout the place.
..it just looked goddamned weird!
People were dancing and gyrating. The headphones on their heads were a-glow.. and at the door that MJ and Damien passed through were offering the same. She releases Damien's hands to take both headphones, popping them around her neck and offering it up to Damien. "Welcome to silent disco!" It really wasn't disco, but it was techno-music and anything anyone can dance to. She spoke as loud as she needed to, over the sounds of people making weird ass noises like.. 'urg urg urg! hoo! Yeah hah! WOO!' to silence.
TO SILENCE!
Even the DJ in the back was jamming, practically headbanging as he messes with the harmonics. People seemed to enjoy themselves!
Damian seems to narrow his eyes at the silence. It was…WEIRD. The headphones covering their heads were…obnoxious, but It would make both his father and MJ happy most likely if he just rolled with it. He looks at MJ as she offers him the headphones, and he looks at it before accepting. He puts the headphones around his neck for now. Bunch of strangers raving to nothing.
Fantastic.
"Seems people are having good enough of a time." He looks back into Mary Jane's eyes, pondering. Before he puts one of the headphones ears on his own, and he listens to the music.
It wasn't…-horrible- but heh opes she doesn't expect him to be dancing.
Totally weird, but MJ stands there like it was a natural thing. It was funny; some girl was swinging her arms like she was on a roller coaster while another one was doing a flower power dance. And it was quiet! But MJ's purpose wasn't to come there and to have fun, she wanted to show him weird things that teenagers do in this city, and this was it!
She could hear the music blasting from her headphones, which causes her to nod her head. Thankfully they didn't have to laugh.
"Oh yeah, people get their fun where they can take it. Some of us do it in a safe way like this.." She gestures around at the dancing, "Others do that parkour thing and plank off of buildings and what not." She laughs. "But that was a thing like a decade ago. Now it's like.. everyones online, admittedly, I am too. But they do stupid challenges, like eating a spoonfull of cinnamon and choking to near death." She tilts her head towards the bar, bobbing her head as she moves through the throng of the crowds. "Do you dance?"
Damian watches as people do…things with their bodies that they probably shouldn't be doing: Dancing. This was what counted for dancing these days? Geez, where he came from, dancing with someone else was a sign of courtship. Was he and MJ dating? If they were, Bruce is probably dying of laughter right about now.
But, at the question of dancing, Damian looks at MJ and simply nods once. "I can dance, like all people can. I'm just not good at it." pppffft. Damian could breakdance right now and everyone would be hooting and hollering at him.
"Do you?" he asks curiously. But of course he doesn't mention that he would've been one of those kids who would jump between buildings or be planking with minimal parts of his body touching a surface. But then he takes a breath.
"I fear for my generation." he mumbles when he hears about he stupid challenges kids these days like to do.
"Oh please. Now a days, you don't have to be good at dancing in America. You just have to actually do it." Once they reach the bartender, MJ asks for two bottles of water, which were retrieved from a bucket of ice. As she shuffles around in her purse, she pulls out a five to give to the man as she takes the two bottles of water, offering one to Damian. As she watches, and happens to laugh at someone attempting to breakdance and fail, she gives a nod of her head. "I have to. Julliard takes no prisoners. I have to do comedy, dance, sing, act, model.. else I won't become a star. Or.. something close to it." She sighs wistfully, then cracks the cap open.
"Don't fear for them. Be admired!" MJ says animatedly, gesturing around to everyone! "They're fearless! If you asked me a long time ago if I'd ever come here and do THIS.." She grins, then tilts her head. Yeah, that tilt? It was asking him to dance!
Damian looks at MJ for a moment and he seems to grin as they are given water. Well, if they are apparently going to be dancing, they'll probably need it for the sake of post-workout relaxation. He seems to shrug a little bit as she invites him to dance with her. Giving a subtle nod in agreement, he offers her his hand to lead her out to the dance floor!
and lets be honest, they were probably best dressed. Someone's going to scream 'salsa' for sure.
"Fearlessness and foolishness often walk hand in hand together." He says with a small grin.
MJ takes a quick swig of water, then takes his hand. "Gotta put them on.." She says, drawing the headphone up to her ears as she begins to bop with the music. Thankfully it wasn't -too- loud, so she heard what he said, her head nodding in agreement as she dances her way to their place. "THAT IS SOOO TRUE." She nearly shouts out, not knowing how loud her volume is.
Once they make it to the spot, the dance was on. While MJ didn't look too bad, she did actually cut loose a -little- to have a bit of fun. "BUT YOU HAVE TO THINK!" She says over her own personalized music. "AREN'T HALF OF THESE SUPERHEROES FOOLISH ANYWAY?"
At least hte music didn't suck.
Damian leads her to the dance floor, finding a place for the both of them to hangout and bust a move. Damian starts to dance, though its quite…hesitant, even if Mary Jane is cutting loose just a tad so she can have herself a great time.
He hears her just fine, even if she's yelling, and he shrugs. "Your preaching to the choir there." He grins at her, apparently now finding her more amusing.