The music was blaring, drowning out other noises within the club, people shouted over one another to be heard, because a club was a perfect place for conversations. Sam moved her way past people, quickly drinking water in her plastic cup and setting it down on a random table after snagging a few ice cubes. She rubbed her head with the ice which melted quickly, she felt the little bit of fuzz that had started to grow, the water dripping down on her before evaporating. She could feel the music it was so loud, the vibrations moving through her, feeling it's pulse as she stepped on the dance floor. She had taken in the people, how many of the women wore skimpy dresses and high heels, Sam didn't get how you could actually dance - which most of them couldn't anyway in her opinion. She got a few odd looks in her direction, she didn't fit in with her sneakers and jean shorts and black crop top. Never mind the lack of hair or that most of her tattoos were visible. Drinking didn't help them one bit as much as they thought it did. Lights flashed, fog rolled in from a machine. She found an empty spot, groups mingled together turning their backs to the others which left a nice little gap for her to squeeze into.

The world around her felt like it faded, it was only the flashing lights, the cool mist of the fog and the deafening music. She didn't pay as much attention to the people around her as she normally would. Her body moved to the rhythm, while she wasn't doing some choreographed dance, she had practiced these moves over and over. No style was off limits to her if she could use it and it felt right to do in the moment. It wasn't like she was dancing to please anyone, to hell with what people thought. There were looks though, there was always looks. Some good, some bad, but they didn't reach her. At one point she had thrown in a few moves that she had learned from a former ballerina turned heroine addict. Sam had spent weeks learning what she could when the woman could focus enough to remember her previous life as a dancer of the arts. Sweat began to run down her hot skin but she didn't slow her pace, when one song would end and another started Sam just adjusted to the new beat.

Eventually the thirst was real and she left the floor and the eyes that followed, she flagged the bartender down with eye contact and shouted out "TWO WATERS PLEASE!" And signed a thank you to him. She slammed the first cup down and chewed the ice as she walked off with the other filled cup. Outside in the cool night air, Sam sighed, looking around the smokers patio. People had come out to smoke, to talk, to not be so cramped with other drunks. There was a couple in the corner making out and doing some questionable for the public actions. Sam walked up to a group of guys smoking, asking for a cigarette. The one she asked looked skeptical at her.

"Do you have cancer or something?" He asked as he pulled the pack out of his pocket.

"Or something." She replied with a grin, taking the free cigarette he offered.

"Shouldn't you know.. Like not smoke then?" He certainly didn't do anything to stop her from smoking if he was that worried.

"Like the kids use to say, YOLO." She walked off, taking a seat at an empty table, discreetly lighting the cigarette with a tip of one of her fingers after heating it up enough. She didn't smoke often, but it was a nice release sometimes, it wasn't like she drank or did any illegal substances. She had few pleasures to indulge in like this that didn't have repercussions. She leaned back, staring up at the night sky while she exhaled, the city really made it hard to see any stars. She could hear the loud thumping of the music inside still, people would spill out onto the patio and stumble back into the club. She pulled the cellphone out of the back pocket of her shorts, turning it on, the screen flashing to life. She opened the camera app and snapped a picture of herself, texting it to a number she entered manually. Sam turned the phone back off once she was sure it had sent, shoving it back into her pocket. Her mystery benefactor. They paid for pictures she would send, from the innocent to the more adult content. She tried not to think about the person, she assumed part of what they enjoyed was that Sam had no clue what they looked like, whether they were male or female, human or mutant, whatever. And honestly, they paid good money as long as she provided pictures, which has been the most stable income she's ever had in her life.

(OOC: Using AV character Ambrosia)

IC: Ambrosia liked this new world.  When the rift had first opened, she'd been one of the first people through.  Well, maybe not one of the first first people, not one of the people that got dragged through, kicking and screaming (or so she imagined) that first night; but one of the first people who had gone willingly after that.  Just as soon as it was confirmed to be a portal, of sorts, between worlds.  Her world and this glorious other world, both similar and different from her own.  With the mystery, intrigue and adventure lying just on the other side, how could she resist?

It had been weeks now, since that first tentative flight made to the other side and during those weeks she had made numerous forays through the rift.  Her first few trips she'd flown in as a tiny dragon, just in case there was something dangerous waiting for her on the other side.  However, as her number of trips increased, so too did her confidence.  Really, this world wasn't any more dangerous than her home world and she wasn't at any greater risk as a human than she would be at home.  Sadly, there still seemed to be some bias against mutants but she'd always been quite capable of taking care of herself.  There was just something irresistible about exploring such a great unknown as a whole other universe that she couldn't seen to resist coming back again and again.  

The next step in the adventure, she'd decided a short while ago, was to graduate from day trip to weekend trip.  So, she rented herself a private room in a local hostel and made plans to go clubbing for the night.  The room itself was small but clean although the exact size and shape didn't matter much as she didn't intend to spend much time there.  In fact, she spent only enough time there to get her key, drop her bag and leave to find herself a night of adventure.  Others might need actual companions to go out dancing, but not she!

Not knowing much about the local clubs, she entered the first one that caught her eye.  The base was thumping and there were quite a few people around.  As was often the case in her life, she stood out from the crowd, wearing what might be described as a mix between hippy and belly dancer.  Her long skirt swished as she walked and she wore numerous bangles upon her wrists and around her neck.  The first thing she did upon entering was order herself a drink before gliding out to the dance floor.  It had been far too long!

For a time she danced, allowing the music to flow through through her and moving as it bade her.  Once her drink was finished, she wandered outside to cool down.  While she didn't smoke (dirty habit, but she wasn't one to judge), she'd often found being outside among those who did to be the best place to meet people.  Sitting down at a nearby mostly empty table, she offered a broad smile to the woman sitting across from her a shaved head. "And how are you this fine evening?" Her voice was cheery and her expression inviting.

Sam exhaled slowly watching the smoke drift and blow away in the currents of the wind, shifting her gaze towards the woman who sat with her. Well that certainly was a style you didn't see everyday. Sam was slightly jealous of all the jewelry, something she never wore herself really or for long. It just wasn't practical for Sam to accessorize. It triggered an old memory, vague, but something about a princess game. She eventually took in more details, taking in the woman's features, her posture, noting some interesting things mentally. Sam smiled, sitting up a little more to appear not so standoffish.

"Not to bad really. Music here seems to be consistent with good beats in the very least." She held out her partly smoked cigarette to her in offer, not minding if she didn't finish it, shrugging to herself when declined. Sam was a courteous smoker at least, paying mind to not intentionally blow smoke into people's faces. "What about you? Been here before?" Sam asked, maybe she'd find out more about the club, in the very least it'd give more insight about the woman. Some people were easier to figure out than others by the looks of them straight off the bat, others needed a little probing to help her get past the outer layers. Sam also took in account her own instincts about people, so while she didn't feel threatened by this woman, there was something intriguing that Sam couldn't quite place.

After the physical exertion of dancing in the hot club, it felt good to be outside in the cool night air.  Proper temperature regulation was important.  "Oh, I don't smoke but thank you for the offer," she responded, waving the cigarette away.  She had her vices but those were only for special occasions or raves.  Cigarette smoke was a strong and unpleasant scent, especially given her enhanced sense of smell.  The other woman was being polite about her habit, however, and that was appreciated.  

 "What about you? Been here before?" 

"Afraid not.  Not from around here."  That was an understatement.  Only weeks no one would have believed her had she said she was literally from another universe.  Now, it was pretty common knowledge that a rift between worlds existed although it still felt like a pretty damn unusual reality.  "So far, I like the vibe though." Of course, inside the club it was too dark to really see her unusual eyes or ears and she'd only just ventured outside, so that opinion could change in a flash.  Still, it was a certain kind of person that was attracted to a certain kind of club and she'd found many accepting people in the scene back home.  Maybe this world would be similar.

"I'm Ambrosia."  She wanted to offer a hug but some people just didn't get casual hugging.  What a shame.  While Ambrosia liked to consider herself a good judge of people, others had accused her of being to quick to trust.  It was probably true, but why think the worse of someone until they'd actually shown themselves to be bad?

Sam would take a couple more puffs of her cigarette, taking the small moment to enjoy it before putting it out in the ashtray at the table. It wasn't completely done yet, so Sam pocketed it for the time being. She stretched her arms above her head, her crop top shirt revealing more of her ribs in the motion. After the dancing she already done and still intended to do, it was always good to stretch a little. She rolled her shoulders, slightly dancing with the thumping beat that could be heard from inside of the club.

"Oh yeah? On vacation or something?" Sam curiously asked, as if she too were just taking a little trip of her own and they could bond over it. "I'm not from around here either." She said with a smile, she wasn't put off from the visible mutation, though Sam didn't want to assume. She'd seen people who liked to dress up, wear contacts, try to be something they could only dream of. Hell, Sam liked Halloween just as much as any person. Couldn't go wrong with getting candy from strangers while hiding behind a mask making it hard to be identified.

"I'm Sam, it's nice to meet you." She kept her smile, but made no move to offer her hand in greeting, let alone a hug. She finished the rest of her water in one final gulp, chewing some of the ice. "You come out with friends or are you a fellow adventurer like myself?" Her posture was relaxed, though she paid some mind to those around her, mostly everyone was in some stage of drunk, or working. She could spot the designated drivers a mile away. She tried to keep a mindful ear about what was being said, only picking out words here and there, but not to a point of ignoring Ambrosia.

Alas, there was no offer of a greeting hug and Ambrosia was good enough at reading body language to know that Sam probably wasn't the type to just casually hug strangers.  A little disappointing, perhaps, but these were not the sorts of things one should ever push.  Consent was a beautiful thing that should never be ignored.

"Or something," she responded with an airy laugh.  "More of a long weekend than a vacation.  Vacations cost money and retail does not make a lot of it."  A little it of a grimace, but her tone of voice made it clear it wasn't something she was too worried about.  "Where are you from?  How are you liking it here?"  Of course, the questions were likely to open up questions of their own and it was still a little tricky to explain the whole alternate universes thing, even if all evidence suggested it to be true.  Gods knew, there were still people out there that believed the earth was flat, so what was a little alternative universe evidence when confronted with that kind of ignorance?  Or maybe that type of crazy had always believed in alternate universes and the rift was just support of the conspiracy.  If that was true, did that mean they were right about the earth being flat too?  Even to think about it hurt her brain.

"Definitely an adventurer.  I tried to get some friends to come with me but sometimes that's a little easier said than done.  No sense of adventure."  She shook her head in mock dismay.  It would have been great to have brought a couple of her besties with her, but there was no denying that she was having a blast here on her own.  She noticed the way the other woman watched the people around them but didn't make a comment on it.  Neither caution nor common sense were here strong suites but, especially in a busy club, it wasn't a bad thing to remain aware of one's surroundings.  She rarely allowed herself to become too intoxicated but even completely sober she'd been known to get herself into trouble from time to time by doing or saying something dumb without thinking about it.  "Do you travel alone often?"