>>5157459Wasting no time you headed back to the table. Fighting through the mess of men and women you arrive back at the table. The drinks are terribly cold in your hands. When without warning a hand pinched one of your cheeks as you slipped by someone, turning a woman was ogling you, her carbon fiber hand sending you on your way with a slap on the butt as she danced vulgarly between two other women. Her split tongue flicks the air like a snake as you face your assaulter. You press on. The boys were busy playing a game when you arrived. You place the drinks down and slide back into your seat. Leaning over the tablet you watched them playing a simple style game. The competitors either mashing the touch button or pressing in time. Between complaining about not getting paid enough or admitting you weren't being paid at all the squad continues to drink playing the game against one another.
You didn't have the money to get shots so took sips from your fancy drinks instead with every loss. The night rolled on as the drinks sang when empty. Your body was ready, your mind swimming within the colours of the club. Both feet are busy bumping and jumping. You'd seen enough people dancing. You wanted to join in with wild abandon to all around. You stood, the table keeping you stable as you addressed the other pilots. "I'm gonna hit the Dance floor. Who's joining me?" Tony and Dimitri looked at you like a madman, the latter taking a pic. "Fuck it." Alex shouts and stands. You both march towards the writhing mass of bodies. It was time to show them what Ace Phobos pilots could really do. The purest form of battle. The alcohol had you in it's reins. It was time to get those feet loose.
>Time to bust a move, Pilot.>What sick dance moves do you use to impress those watching?<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">!!BODY TEST!!</span></span>
>Roll 3d6+2>Highest of the first three rolls will be used.>Stats give a bonus to relevant tests. Failure: 3-7
Partial failure : 8-10
Partial success :11-13
Success : 14-18
Critical Success: 19+
