Most Columbia Heights spots don't facilitate both comfortable chilling and dancing, except of course for Marshalls, where half-priced Skechers mean you're ready for any occasion. But because you can only spend so many nights roaming robust sale racks, you might as well also check out Zeba.
Built into a 14th Street row house, Zeba's LED-lit grind space (hosting "late-night dancing to the hottest DJs in town") is sandwiched between a relaxed ground-floor patio, and a top-level wooden deck with copious seating and a full bar, making it the most valuable Upper Deck since your Delino DeShields rookie card. To fuel your awesome pop/locking, there's a string of $8 'tails like a rye Manhattan with basil-infused orange bitters, and a vodka/ St. Germain/ house sour concoction dubbed the "Lemon Sheila", which, while bitter, is considerably less so than the Texas congresswoman who's gone through 11 chiefs of staff in as many years. For post-dance sustenance, they've got chicken kebabs marinated in a blend of house spices, 9'' or 12'' pizzas, and standard backyarders like cheeseburgers and a grilled "Chardog", aka the aftermath of a good Randy Jackson burn on Idol.
And if both food and hard booze is a bit too much, they've got eight bottled beers, and six drafts including Bell's Oberon, Victory Prima Pils, and Allagash -- though try them all before hitting the dance floor, and the only Skecher there will be you. Shape up!