Clubs were honestly the perfect venue for all walks of life — that was at least the philosophy that Jubilee held to herself with great conviction, and who could argue with the self-proclaimed Party Queen?
The dance floor: vibrant, prosperous, adrenaline powered — perfect for the individual that seeks to free themselves from any and all inhibitions that may possess them.
The inherit sexual aroma that filled the air — ideal for those that wish nothing more than to submit themselves to the most carnal of human endeavors.
The bar — a wonderful choice for those down on their luck; allowing to flush their worries and sorrows down with a bottle of intoxicating liquid.
For herself? It was all of the above.
Now, Jubilee was more than capable of reading people... even strangers — getting a sense of what they needed... and more often than not? It was a positive force to orbit their general vicinity; the leader of The New Mutants was exceptionally good at that.
❝ I oughta sue you for lookin' so damn pretty tonight... ❞ there's a confidence that glazes every syllable of the sentence — propping herself on the stool beside @midtownshope with a noticeable grin upon her face.
❝...but then if I did that? You wouldn't have someone to yap to about what's got ya' so glum. ❞ the grin transforms in a smile — genuine in its nature; as Jubilee slides a hundred dollar bill over to the barkeep... effectively covering what would probably be a lengthy tab indeed.
