It had been some time since Revan had been to a club. Revan had been working so hard both on her spiritual studies and trying to find a way to make more money that she had forgotten about her sanity. It possibly had been at least two months since the last time she allowed herself to chill out for a night. Tonight seemed like it was as good as any as she went to Marquee New York which was one of the biggest clubs in the city. It had such a night life that it would be foolish to not go to it and let herself out of her shell a bit. She couldn't even remember what a club looked like. Deciding against anything her conscious told her about not going, she went for it. Dawning a black club dress that accentuated her curves by the way it fit, slits in the sleeves with fake diamond cuffs, and her black heels, Revan was ready to go out and enjoy her night a little. Being a plus size woman limited her on what dresses she could wear (she was super critical on how it would look on her) but she also knew how to flaunt off the curves she had. She felt lucky to have found a dress in her size that actually looked damn good in it.

Once she finished her makeup, which was eyeliner and red lipstick, Revan prepared to head out in her car. Revan kept her ID and her cash in a pocket just on the inside of her bra - which was actually just a zip up tiny wallet big enough for only those two things - and she kept her phone in her hand. She wasn't sure what she would do with it otherwise since she couldn't necessarily stuff it down her bra, though she could and it would probably be fine. It would be uncomfortable, so Revan grabbed the black clutch from the bathroom counter and threw everything inside. Thankfully the clutch also had a cross-body strap so it acted like a purse, making it easy for her to wear it and not lose anything. Dancing might have been fun with it bouncing around, but Revan didn't feel like dancing yet. With how long it had been since she last went to a club everything seemed to be unknown. Even the drive felt different. 

As Revan parked her manual transmission Corolla on the street, she noticed the club on her right with its party lights and booming music coming from the inside. Thank God she had a reservation. The line outside the club waiting to get in was very long. Perhaps they had a good DJ playing tonight. Revan paid for four hours of parking time, set a reminder, and locked the car as she walked to the club. The smart watch she wore would vibrate along with the reminder so she wouldn't forget. Revan walked to the front of the club which was simple in design and had it's usual advertisements indicating what establishment was here. The lined up crowd waiting to get in glared at her and some of the women actually yelled at the bouncers for letting her in since they had been waiting for a couple of hours already, but she ignored them for now. It was too bad they didn't plan ahead like she had. After walking inside, it opened up to the main lobby over the dance floor that had a pair of male DJ's providing the music for the night. The club was packed - to say the least - and everyone swam through the crowds like a bunch of salmon. Others bounced in place on the floor dancing to the music. Thankfully, the two bars on either side of the room were less packed. Revan went to the one doused in red light and found no booths open, except for one small booth in the back overlooking the dance floor from a distance. The booming music, cheering, and laughter of people (as well as conversations from those that drank too much) filled most of the atmosphere, but something about being around this crowd started to wake something up in her that had been sleeping for too long.

After ordering a drink from the bar tender and keeping a tab open for now - just in case if she wanted food - Revan sat down in the lonely booth and sipped on a pink fruity drink called "Blackberry Fizz". It had blackberries in the bottom, blackberry liquor, lavender flowers and syrup, and a lemon on the rim of the glass adding a nice fruity, herbal, flavor to the drink plus the alcohol which was vodka and simple syrup. The flavor wasn't too sweet, but it wasn't sour either. The lemon added a nice kick to it and it made Revan smirk a tad. As she relaxed in the red, leather booth in the corner of the bar area, she watched the crowd from afar, head bobbing to the music by Da Tweekaz who had come into town for a concert. Revan was entertained by the lights that changed based on the rhythm of the song that was playing. Watching the people seemed to be funny too, especially when she could tell that a date wasn't going too well and they were about to get dumped.

Technically, Skye wasn't supposed to be here. Well....legally, she wasn't supposed to be here, anyway. But she'd gotten a fake ID when she was back in Maine, and she'd never gotten the chance really use it. Sure, there were dive bars and the like back home, but it wasn't anything really special. So...she had a weekend free, told her aunt and uncle she was going out, and she did, ditching the hoodie for a bright blue top that was just low cut enough to show a little of her figure, and was short enough to show off her naval piercing. She had a pair of tight, form fitting jeans, and a pair of boots to go with it. Over all of it was a black leather jacket. It was tight and sexy, but at the same time lined so that it'd be warm. Her head felt exposed, which she regretted after standing in line for what seemed like forever. 

Finally, she showed her ID, telling she was twenty-one instead of the truthful eighteen. She stepped inside, her hair a vibrant orange; she was happy, a little excited, but mostly optimistic as she walked into the club, a little bounce in her step. This was much nicer than anything she'd seen back in her port-hometown. A smirk danced across her face as she looked around, walking up to a less-crowded bar as she started to question her decision. There were tons of people here, and she generally hated crowds. But maybe she could make up for it and have a little fun. 

Walking up to the bar, she ordered a drink, something fruity sounding. She'd play it safe and just stick to the one, though. And as she took a sip, she wasn't regretting her decision; Damn that was strong. So she just played it safe, making her way to a--well...all of the booths seemed to be taken, so she walked over and took a spot against the wall. 

Her eyes darted across the club, across the different faces as she sipped her drink. The orange light radiating from her hands actually went well with the atmosphere of the club; those jokes were right, she guess. A slight smirk played across her lips. 

Revan lost track of time as she was staring at everyone and didn't notice a girl who's hands were glowing order herself a drink. The girl moved to stand against a wall close by Revan and sip on a drink. Revan noticed the movement and looked over to see her orange hair and glowing hands before looking back out to the dancing crowd. Wait... glowing hands? She asked as she looked back over. The girl, who didn't even look like she was twenty one stood against a wall with a drink and both of her hands glowing orange. The red light hid it partially, but she could tell even in the shadows that her hands were glowing. Revan tried not to act suspicious, but if this girl was a mutant then she was playing a dangerous game. Could she hide it? Did she even know? Or was the fact that she was in a club indicate she wasn't worrying about it until she was actually noticed? Revan tried hard not to be noticed that she was staring, but by the time she realized that it could have been too late. 

Revan looking around for something to she could use found a potted shrubbery in the corner. One touch of it told her that it was a live plant and that it wasn't necessarily happy with the lack of life. It was growing, but it could use better lighting and a little bit of food. Plus, it hadn't been watered in a couple of days. Revan looked to the girl again assuming that she would have been noticed by now and placed a hand on the thinner branches. With a little bit of energy and focus, she asked the plant to wrap around her hand as if it were holding it. After a couple of moments the leaves and branches slowly wrapped around her fingers and wrist gently. It wasn't enough movement that someone else would notice, but it was in an angle the girl could see clearly rather than anyone else if they weren't standing against the wall. After this, Revan calmly walked up to her as if she knew her to draw less attention and leaned up against the wall.

"I like the orange color. It suits you." Revan said directing her eyes to her hands, but nodding her head towards the orange hair the girl had. The orange on her hands was the same as her hair so perhaps it had some correlation? Revan looked into the crowd again just as the music changed to something more bouncy and rhythmic. It told Revan that they would have some quiet for a bit. "Wanna sit with me?" Revan asked as she pointed to the table she was at just a few moments ago.

Skye's demeanor was rather calm for someone whose hands were lighting up her immediate vicinity, but she'd had this as long as she could remember, so it wasn't even an issue for her by now. Besides, most people thought it was cool. And it did fit in rather well here. Much better than the lonely chick propped against the wall sipping a drink seemed to, anyway. But for now, she'd rather have her drink, and find someone to approach later. Unless someone approached her first, of course. That was always a welcome option.

She noticed a woman at a nearby table get up to move. Towards a...plant? It didn't seem like a big deal, but the young woman's curiosity was piqued, and as such, her hair turned indigo, and her lights simultaneously did the same, though it looked closer to purple in the red light. And then...the plant sort of wrapped around her fingers at wrist. And then the woman was approaching her. Casually, almost as if she was approaching someone she knew. Skye's hair turned back to that happy orange, as did her hands. She had to admit, the color changing looked really neat in this environment...

But Skye didn't know this woman. Though...from the looks of her, she wouldn't mind getting to. The music thankfully turned to something with more room to talk, she listened as the woman spoke. "Thanks. It's mostly harmless," she said with a smile. "Sure; it beats leaning against the wall," she replied, heading over to the table as directed. After the waiting in line and leaning against the wall, a seat would be much appreciated, after all.