La passion, la passion, how I love la passion

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Who: The Spade Pirates
Where: Isla de la Passion
When: September 30th-October 4th
What: Could also be called 'attack of the sex pollen', so draw your own conclusions.
Warnings: Heavy snogging to rampant smut, most like. Proceed with caution.
Style: Sexy
Status: Closed ironically





Have fun, guys!

The List is here.
Theme Song is here .

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

She was like a bright spot of friendly color amongst the natives to him. Namur walked right up to her and without preamble or pretense, picked her up and plopped her in her spot on his shoulder.

"Found a li'l club on the edge a town. Feel any closer t' bein' up for dancin'?"

[booyaka_boom]

Selphie gave a little squeal, but a happy squeal, when he picked her up. She leaned close to him, smiling brightly. "Yeah! I guess you got me in a dancing mood! Let's go!"

[om_nom_namur]

He started off in the direction of the little club he'd found, smiling. "Now that's what I like t' hear. Sheheh! Music's a li'l bit differnt from Deesuko, but I think we'll manage. 'S inside, too. Cuz. Y' know. Flower shit. Oughta be fine though, y' think?"

[booyaka_boom]

"That's okay! Whatever the music is, I bet we can totally pull it off!" She laughed at the thought, looking forward to the club. At least he couldn't see her blushing with talk of the flower. "Uh...sure. Fine!"

[om_nom_namur]

The club was certainly out of the way, and full mostly of locals. Three separate dance floors rimmed by second-floor balconies with a variety of plush chairs, couches and full bars. There's a definite jungle theme, with leaf garlands and streamers, colorful flowers painted on the walls, small potted trees and ferns lining the edges of the rooms. The music had a lot more synth than what was usually played at Deesuko Ballia, the overall feel a lot more relaxed. It almost felt like two different songs being played at the same time and still sort of working together. Like dance partners. Namur smiled, giving Selphie a little twirl before letting her go so she could find her own rhythm.

[booyaka_boom]

Selphie was clearly a fan of this particular club. Lots of place for resting, and lots of space for dancing. As they moved into a room, she touched the flower paintings on the wall. Passing a piece of shrubbery, Selphie plucked a plastic flower from it and, giggling, reached up to put it behind Namur's ear. She laughed at the twirl her gave her, and she very soon found her own rhythm. The music dictated the way that her hips swayed, how her arms moved, keeping in time to the beat of the music, sometimes closing her eyes as she focused on the song. It seemed it was very easy to work just the way her body wanted to naturally move.