Summer's smile was a little pleased at that, with a faint nod as she thought about how she could probably turn up a dead club to get it going, but then her eyebrows shot up a little.

"If they're all just lame," look, the searches hadn't really matched the hype of the nightlife here, but she was hoping to be pleasantly surprised, "I wonder if I could get away with just having Stewart drag all that equipment he used for the party out to the beach and make our own beach dance club until, like, the cops or whatever break it up."

Which meant having to deal with Stewart and also extra work, so here's to hoping that cool people just didn't bother leaving reviews and that all the clubs she'd looked into were too busy being awesome to update their Instagrams. Or she just forgot to change her dimensional filter, and she was just getting hits from a lamer universe.