Log:Mosh Pit Lessons

2020/06/05 Grimm Moonshadow 1

It's Friday and a full moon, and the Hacker's Rage is packed with local rock bands playing on the smallish stage in the rear of the club. The music fills the venue. It's ark and dingy aside from the bright stage lights The Rage gets to ignore city rules, and people are smoking in the venue itself, as well as outside. Gabrielle's drinking a whiskey sour as she flirts with a guy near the bar.

Moonshadow is sitting a couple of seats over. Tonight her hair is black, with a white streak at the left temple, and she's wearing a denim jacket over a band tee (Rolling Stone Temple of Doom) and torn jeans.

She's sitting with her back to the bar, watching the band while she drinks her screwdriver.

The guy's girlfriend suddenly turns up and escorts him away in a huff. Gabrielle's part disappointed and surprised, since he didn't mention he was with his girlfriend when he started hitting on her. Gabrielle finishes her drink and puts her glass on the bartop. "Another whiskey sour!" she calls to the Bartender when he looks to her, making sure he can hear her over the noise. She browsing about as she waits, not recognizing Moonshadow at first with her different look.

Grimm recognizes the disguise. "Hey. It's you," Gabrielle calls over to Moonshadow, but doesn't use any name, since she's not sure which name to use.

Laurel turns at the call, and she smiles as she sees Gabrielle. "Hey, friend."

Grimm gets served a new drink and picks it up, taking a sip. "What're you doing out this way?"

"I get out this way every once in a while. Can't always stay in the Tower." Laurel grins, "Sometimes I 'dress up' as an old woman and sell apples door-to-door."

"I'm sure that doesn't worry anyone here," Gabrielle smiles in amusement. "That's some side hustle. Door-to-door apples."

She moves to the stool next to Gabrielle.

"I donate the money to the Clinic, of course, and the apples are conjured fresh." She grins, "And not at all poisoned."

Grimm sips her drink. "I tend to stay away from the clinic and the vamp. I used to hang out here a lot before I started having my little...issue. But that's been taken care of. I was hoping I'd find a cute guy to celebrate with, but they're all taken," she grumbles.

"I haven't seen Rye since...It's been too long. That Legion is keeping him way too busy."

"Who?" Gabrielle asks, not really knowing the guy.

Laurel answers, "Horizon. I've been seeing him since...the whole thing with Porter and the Moon."

"I...don't think I know him? He did make it through, right? I know a friend who lost someone in that. A lot of other people lost someone, too," Gabrielle says more solemnly.

"Yeah, he did. He's just been so busy, we haven't really had time together since...Valentines' Day."

"Oh. Sorry to hear that," Gabrielle commiserates. "Men suck sometimes," she grumbles and drinks.

"I guess he could try to stand up to the Legion for more personal time - meaning time for me..."

"If he hasn't done it now, he's not going to," Gabrielle snorts bitterly. "Malcolm couldn't get some spare time to help me when I needed him the most." She finishes her drink in the next swig. "Well...you know what? Who needs 'em!" She's had a few drinks already, and slams her glass on the bartop. "I'm so done waiting for him."

Laurel finishes her screwdriver and signals the bartender for refills for the two of them. "So what do you want to do?"

"Stop waiting," she repeats as if she already said that. Grimm picks up her next drink when it comes. "We're done. He hasn't been around past a visit or two in the past year." It's easy to make snap decisions when one's drunk and not thinking clearly.

"I mean, what do you want to do now. Tonight."

Grimm grins at that. "What else? Party!"

Laurel grins back and raises her glass. "But *not* raise hell."

Grimm raises her glass and smirks. "No promises." She drinks.

"I meant with a capital 'H'.

Grimm laughs. "No, we won't be doing that. Radical made sure of it." She raises her glass. "To Radical!" she cheers a little drunkenly and drinks again.

"To Radical!" Laurel drains her own glass, and orders another.

Grimm drains hers and sets her empty glass down. She's starting to really feel the effects of the booze. The band playing strikes up another high energy song.

"Wanna dance?"

"Hell yeah," Gabrielle grins. "I'm ready to mosh!"

"I've never done *that*." Laurel says, "Teach me."

Laurel hops off the barstool, almost losing her balance. She giggles.

"It's easy. You dance and bump into people and shove them! Not super hard! You stay within the mosh pit near the stage. Watch the eyes. If someone falls down, you help them up and protect 'em. You're not trying to seriously hurt anyone. Just let out some of that aggression. It's...it's like human bumper cars!" Gabrielle explains as she hea sinto the crowd.

There's already a mosh pit forming. It starts with a few people bumping into each other, and jumping to the music, and more swaying and pushing. The activity spreads until there's a central area of people moshing. They swirl within the circle, mostly in a counter clockwise direction.

Laurel follows Gabrielle through the crowd. She can see her clearly despite the darkness, the bright stage lights, and the smoky haze.

There's a wall of people incapsulating the mosh pit, pushing people back in any time they get pushed against the 'wall'. Gabrielle slips past two big guys within the wall just as someone charges at her. She grins, ready, and pushes the guy back into the Pit before she joins in.

Laurel steps into the gap Gabrielle has just passed through, and watches her, shoving the occasional person that comes withing reach back into the circle.