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[leplusbeau]

Fleur ushers the girls into the surprising smoke free club, keeping one hand on Tonks as she goes.

"Welcome, madams and mister to The Witch's Tit! The finest drag cabaret in London! -Starlet!"

Fleur pounces a big, hairy, beautiful drag queen and they air kiss as they coo at each other.

"Everyone, thiz iz Starlet. She will love you forever and alwayz. Sit, sit! And bring on the penis hatz!"

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[young_tmriddle]

*Tom takes up the rear, ushering the women along.

He facepalms. What are these men doing dressed as women?*

Oh God...

[iopenthings]

Door has managed to commandeer a penis hat with alarming speed, and perches it atop Tom's head.

[clumsy_auror]

*Dora's still bouncing, up at the front with Fleur. She is introduced as the bride and fussed over by Starlet, beaming all the while.*

SINGING

[leplusbeau]

The light comes on center stage to revel...Fleur.

"'ello, mes amies. Remember me?"

The crowd cheers and Fleur gets an over-sized bra with included fake breats thrown at her head. She twirls it around her finger.

"Ooooh, I think that might be a 'non'!" She laughs and struts. "Now, my dear onez, tonight iz a special night. And you know what that meanz."

And a familiar tune begins to play out of the speakers. It's Raining Men, HALLELUJAH!

She and Starlet start doing the boobie bounce together and somehow Tonks gets dragged on stage in the chaos that starts as the club starts hopping.

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks' face is flushed scarlet, and she is laughing so hard as she is bounced between Starlet and Fleur. She beckons the other girls onto the stage, too.*

C'mon, you lot! Not doing this alone!

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[young_tmriddle]

*Sadly, Tom is not one of the "girls", so he sits smugly drinking a scotch as Tonks' enjoys her moments of fame.*

You look lovely under the spotlight!

And the Stripping Begins!

[young_tmriddle]

*The lights go down and Starlet takes the stage in all her glory.*

Ladies and gentlemen, mesdames et monsieurs... oi! And you lot over in the corner! - welcome one and all to the only all nude, all magical, all sexes and all seeeexy dancing review in London!

*There are popping sounds all over the room as first poles and then strippers of both sexes dressed in dignified dress robes and pointy, oh so phallic hats appear in the middle of the tables.

Floating lights highlight the dancer's considerable charms. As the throbbing music starts, they begin disapparating their clothes little by little, writhing to the beat.

The stripper at the Hen Night table is male, blond, and gorgeous.

Tom stares for a moment in shock and horror and then becomes highly fascinated with tying his shoes just so. Maybe he'll just slip under the table while he's at it. Might knock off the bloody penis hat, if he's just lucky enough.*

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[iopenthings]

Door's hand wraps around Tom's shoulder and pulls him back up to sitting.

"Oh, no you don't," she hisses, her lips brushing against his ear, her teeth grazing the lobe between phrases. "You behave yourself, Tom Riddle, and you won't regret it. I wouldn't drink much more, either, were I you. You're going to want to remember tonight."

Her tongue flicks in and out of his ear, and then her eyes are back on the stripper.

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[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks lets out an earsplitting wolf-whistle in the general direction of their stripper.

Pity the wizarding world doesn't have paper money. Those Galleons're awfully hard to tuck into g-strings.*

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[young_tmriddle]

Wah...?

*He turns to look sharply at her and his smile is wicked, wicked, wicked.*

I can do that. You just watch, I'll be even better.

Not here though. Later.

Re: And the Stripping Begins!

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly grabs a bepenis-hatted angel by the wrist and smiles devilishly at him.

"Hey baby, did it hurt when you fell from Heaven? Or, um, is that Crowley? Either way, let's dance!"

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*he attempts to initiate a gavotte, but that soon falls by the wayside - unlike the hat, more's the pity. He's wearing a somewhat panicked expression*

On the waist, woman, for heaven's sake!

[leplusbeau]

Fleur does not care. Nor need pants.

So she joins the stripper on the table.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is no stranger to these things.

Which is why, close enough to the Hen Party table to be understood, she's attempting to explain the concept of pole dancing to a rather lackluster female participant, who eventually throws her hands up in disgust and lets Faith take over.

Faith does.

And promptly proves once and for all why Slayers are much fun to know, as she wraps a leg around the pole about halfway up it, then proceeds to hang onto the slippery metal with just the one leg, muscles coiled tight as the other leg bends back behind her head and her arms and chest move in Very Interesting Ways indeed.

Faith? Not shy.

[prydeful]

Kitty wolf-whistles.

Because a display like that deserves it.

[sai_delgado]

Susan just shakes her head, laughing helplessly.

"Oh, Faith."

Re: And the Stripping Begins!

[mnt_mike]

Again the light go down low. While the stage is still dark a raspy voice can be heard. It's familiar to some, to others it just sounds....odd.

"Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me."

A spotlight glows illuminating the center stage, yet there's no one there.

"The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night."

And there it is,...the human form on the ground. Chest down on the stage. And it's crawling.

"Tainted love. Oh oh Ooooh.
Tainted love."

The figure is male, and wearing bright red vinyl pants, some sort of black shirt with fishnet sleeves. His ash brown hair is in his face....but DAYMN, he's put together quite nicely.

"The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night "

Something else shines on the stage. Something in his hand. Something that looks like...is that a knife? As he sings the chorus a second time, drum beat of this particular cover version of the song, he slowly drags the sharpened blade across the sleeve of his shirt. Severing the netting, one cell at a time.

Until he gets to the chest portion, then he just rips. The shirt tears in two, and the final sleeve is allowed to slip off his arm.

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[lastgunslinger]

There is a drawling, drawling voice as a shadow steps up on the dark stage.

Well, you moved out of my apartment
And you moved out of my hometown
And my life has remained so lonely
Since you ain't been around
And to think how far I've traveled, honey,
Just to see you one more time...
But if that's how you say hello
Well, you can kiss my ass goodbye

He's drunk.

God, he's drunk.

And that's when the the electric organ, the guitar, and the tambourine kick in. And the lights come up.

And there is Roland Deschain, hair mussed, looking like He Knows Something You Don't (and it's very, very dirty).

So let your hair down
Get out of that skirt
Oh, but leave them high heels on
I'll be in the back of my black Cadillac
When Jesus finally comes to call his children home

The music sounds like one hell of a church revival gone so beautifully, beautifully wrong.

And there are the drums...and Roland grins at Fleur as his left hand goes to his shirt and starts to work at the buttons. One by one. He's swaying slightly to the music, feet looking like they want to dance the commala but this isn't it (and maybe some other kind of commala, say true, say hallelujah, say amen), and he holds out his hand.

Doesn't much matter who takes it.

DANCING

[leplusbeau]

Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing! Time to par-ty!

Fleur is grinding and shaking it with two drag queens, a confused Tom, and an insanely bouncy Tonks.

"Having fun?!"

Re: DANCING

[clumsy_auror]

YES!

*Tonks boogies impressively well, for a knocked-up witch.

Mind the flailing limbs, though.*

Re: DANCING

[iopenthings]

Door joins the throng on the dance floor, grinding sensuously with the best of them.

Well, perhaps not the best of them, but certainly the pretty damn good of them.

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow manages to relax somewhat and joins in the dancing; she doesn't tend to move outside the standard ballroom style, but if Rose could see her now. . .*

Re: DANCING

[sai_delgado]

The strobe lights flash brightly off the golden hair as Susan looks around -- laughing and having fun, oh aye, but a little overwhelmed by the environment.

NAVEL DRINKING

[leplusbeau]

Fleur is drunk. Ish.

"Everyone!" She flails drunkenly from her perch on the bar. "Everyone little hen come 'ere! Iz time! Time for The Blessing!"

Re: NAVEL DRINKING

[clumsy_auror]

Blessing?

*Tonks raises an eyebrow.*

What's this involve?