[This isn't Arlene's usual club, but the live concert sounded like fun. She'd change her tune if she knew who was behind the mask, but she puts the curious familiarity of the singer's voice down to having probably heard her on Youtube or in a DJ rotation somewhere else.
After knocking down a drink she takes to the floor, a little lightheaded from the deceptively strong alcohol but still light and graceful on her feet. The lights, the crowd, the intense electronic pulse of the music--she's in her element. She didn't bring anybody with her this time, and if she spots somebody cute who looks like they're in the same boat, she might make her way over to them: hey, whatcha doing here all by yourself?
Or, if somebody is giving off especially wallflowery vibes, she may just try to yank them onto the dance floor proper. Come on, it'll be fun, what else are you here for?]
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After knocking down a drink she takes to the floor, a little lightheaded from the deceptively strong alcohol but still light and graceful on her feet. The lights, the crowd, the intense electronic pulse of the music--she's in her element. She didn't bring anybody with her this time, and if she spots somebody cute who looks like they're in the same boat, she might make her way over to them: hey, whatcha doing here all by yourself?
Or, if somebody is giving off especially wallflowery vibes, she may just try to yank them onto the dance floor proper. Come on, it'll be fun, what else are you here for?]