"This was a terrible idea." (Open)

[Ildon Anozon]

This place was noisy, it was crowded, and she was quite sure she would leave soon afterward having learned absolutely nothing. She questioned herself as to why she had listened to the suggestion, although it certainly wasn't the first time she'd done so tonight.

It had scarcely been a week since she'd arrived crash landed on Earth, and she was still mainly confined to observing humanity through the guise of a 'superhero'. Clothed in her uniform and helmet, people scarcely gave her a second glance provided that she wasn't doing anything that could be misconstrued as a criminal activity. What she really wanted to do was get out in disguise and observe the humans in a more laid-back sense, but she'd run into some difficulty with this plan. While she could physically pass as a human being out of uniform, she possessed none of the credentials that the citizens of this country would possess. Because of that, she had to be very careful about where she practiced her disguise, simply because it wouldn't hold up to any official inquiry.

She'd managed to make some human acquaintances, though, and one of them in particular had advised her to go 'check out' a nearby dance club, oddly named "The Fever Pitch". She'd been initially reluctant on going, mainly because she was aware of the fact that the club's management checked the identification of potential entrants to keep out those humans who weren't yet of age - again, this meant that the club wouldn't have been on her list of places to check out considering the fact that she technically didn't exist as a person. The recommendation had come so highly from her acquaintance, however, that she eventually decided to follow their advice and 'check out' the place.

Of course she'd snuck in around the security and she'd safely hidden her helmet nearby, but those matters were neither here nor there.

She received only a few stares once she was inside the club proper; her pale skin and decidedly gray-scale wardrobe usually garnered a few strange looks, but in this place (which was part of the 'alternative' scene, if she was correct in her terminology) the only thing that set her apart from others was her unnatural height, and even that fell by the wayside after she'd taken a seat at the bar area.

Turned slightly on her stool to regard the dance floor, she sipped at a clear beverage that bubbled away in the tall glass she gingerly held. A lemon-lime 'soda', as they were called; it was quite sweet, but thankfully not sweet enough to make her teeth hurt. Earth cuisine would definitely take some getting used to. On the bar table to her side was another glass, full of an alcoholic drink and nearly untouched, the ice-cubes long having watered down the drink before condensation caused a small puddle of water at the base of the glass. She'd been required to purchase at least one of them, and after taking a hesitant taste, she was decidedly against ordering any more of them.

She was aware of a small group of humans looking her way, and briefly used the bartender's eyesight to help regard them; they were dressed similarly to her, had sequestered themselves to a corner off of the dance floor, and possessed either very pallor complexions or a generous helping of cosmetics. The thin line of her mouth frowned slightly; had her human acquaintance suggested this place merely because they assumed she was a member of that social group? If that was so, then she'd be hard-pressed to take anything else they said seriously. 'With a grain of salt', as the saying went.