Just a little thing I made for the mods on scrub’s sever

The Bounce Lounge was never Tom’s favorite place to chill.

And now here he and his friends stood, dancing in the newlyrenovated club, now titled Moonshiner, or something. It was nice, he admitted –it was darker and they played better music, plus their drinks were prettytasty. He did miss the death pit, though. The death pit was the best thingabout the Bounce Lounge.

But his ‘friends’ (he has those now, apparently?), dancingunderneath a big spotlight, were kinda ticking him off. Pony Head and Kelly werebouncing up and down, while Star and Marco were hand-in-hand, spinning around,lost in their own little world.

They had stuff to do. They had an evil queen’s monsters totrack down. They shouldn’t be here.

“So, did the Underworld freeze over or something?”

Tom drinks from his cup nonchalantly, ignoring the girl withthe green beanie who has made her way over into his dark little corner. “Justleave me alone, Janna.”

Janna was…certainly the most interesting of Star’s batch of friends. Sure, while Marco was a pain inhis rear and Pony Head was pretty obnoxious, Janna was more…upfront with herpersonality. On first meeting, he got the full report from Marco: ‘she steals my stuff all the time’ and ‘she loves to manipulate you into givingher what she wants’ and ‘she likes toflirt with me and says that I should call her after my divorce’ (hehonestly didn’t believe that last one). Her interest in the dead made her moreinteresting to talk to, though. And she was definitely more tolerable and coolthan Marco made her out to be. But he wasn’t really in the mood for talking.Not while Mewni was in danger and Pony Head, Kelly, Marco, and Star were fartoo busy dancing to do much about it at the moment.

“What is with you boys and being so mopey?” Janna interrogates, sitting on arm of the sofa. “It’s like,as soon as Marco finally lays off the self-pity, you take his spot as thekilljoy of the group. What’s the deal with that?”

“I just don’t understand why we’re here,” Tom says, crossinghis arms. “We should be, I dunno, scavenging Mewni for clues or something. Orsearching through the dimensions. Not jamming to pop music in the Bounce Lounge’sreplacement venue.”

Janna nods towards where Marco twirls a giggling Star underhis arm, bringing her back close to his chest. He whispers something in her earthat has her cackling loud enough to draw attention from other dancers, andStar wraps her arms around his neck to hold her steady. Watching them together feltlike nothing had happened the past few weeks – just two best friends findingsomething a little different between each other. “She’s been through a lot. Idon’t think one night of dancing is gonna kill us,” she says.

“Plus, they’re finally making progress,” Janna flicks him onthe back of the head. “So try to not be a party pooper, huh?”

Tom groans in reply. “Fine. But if something happens whilewe’re here ‘partying it up,’ I’m blaming you.”

“How about I give you a deal?” Janna hops from her perchatop of the plush sofa’s to stand in front of the demon. “You get off yourmopey butt and dance with me, and I’ll…” Janna taps her chin thoughtfully, imagingscenarios of what she could offer…before dangling a familiar black bracelet afew inches from his face, “give this back to you?”

Horrified, Tom stares back and forth between her and thestolen jewelry. He reaches up to grab it, but fails pathetically – Janna snatchingit back with ease. He falls back into the sofa with a huff. “How in the heck did you –”

“I’m not gonna tell,” she snorts. “But regardless, you getto dance with me, and you get yourgoth-chic bracelet back. This is a win-win for you, Lucitor.”

He scratches the back of his neck, thinking of an excuse toturn her down. Geez, she’s forceful. Nowonder her and Star are friends. “Look, I dunno if that’s –”

“Oh for John Keats’ sake,” Janna takes his arm and drags himoff the sofa. He catches his balance just barely before being forced towardsthe dancefloor. The music is louder and the lights are brighter and theirfriends excitedly wave them over, with Pony Head being the most cheerful of thegroup. Janna stops right next to Star and Marco, who have given themselves afew inches of breathing room without letting go of each other to greet theirfriends.

“Move over, Fools in Love!” Janna spins Tom quickly beforecatching him in back in her arms. In his dizzy haze, he can make out the sightof Star’s delight radiating off her cheeks and Marco’s much more sympatheticglance. You’re in so much trouble, it read. Janna pulls him closer with one armbefore he can even ask for help, sticking her other out and pointingchallengingly at Star and Marco. “You’reabout to be out-danced.”

MAUVE = You are really talented

BLACK= I would date you