wonder whose arms will hold you tight

[notahobby]

Who: EVERYONE'S INVITED
What: Maxxie's Super Amazing and Truly Spectacular New Year's Eve Party
When: Dec 31st - Jan 1st
Where: One of Vista City's most decadent night clubs, æther
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, sex, all that good rock 'n roll stuff. If there's going to be anything else just throw it in the header or let me know and I'll add it!

The night club Maxxie rents out is in the heart of the downtown, sticking out like a sore thumb with its front entrance looking more like a museum than a club. There's a red carpet leading up the steps, with bodyguards littered about to keep the paparazzi and troublemakers at arm's length. No one with a recognizable face will be turned away from entering the club, and even through the giant, heavy doors there's a distinct baseline and a hint of flashing lights from the dance floor.

Said dance floor is the first step once you're inside. After an extravagant coat check and quick access to the downstairs bar, there's a wide open dance floor with the DJ on stage at the opposite end. There are bodyguards lining the walls, of course - after Naomi's stunt at the solstice party there's no losing them - but there's only one rule at this party: absolutely no one is to touch the mic except for the DJ and Maxxie. The music all night is a blend of genres, but every song is appropriate to dance to. Obviously there are some Flashstep songs thrown in for good measure, but rest assured that every band will probably hear their music in some form or another, whether it's the song itself or a remix to make it a bit more suitable for the mood of the party.

On the two upper levels there are balconies overlooking the dance floor, and it's a bit quieter up here due to some innovative architecture. One may actually be able to have a conversation in the comfortable lounge, and there's another bar here with a few more options for mixed drinks. It's a place to rest up, have a few drinks, and enjoy the music at a more reasonable volume before you head back out to the party. There's even waitstaff floating around making sure everyone has anything they want, and as always the bodyguards are hanging out at the edges of the space to make sure no one starts any trouble.

Finally, there's an entrance to an outdoor balcony on the top level, high enough up to get a nice view of downtown and still be sheltered from the nosy paparazzi down on the street. The temperature has dropped with the arrival of winter, but it's a calm, clear night in Vista city and the alcohol should be enough to keep you warm.

The bars are fully stocked with a few thousand dollars worth of alcohol to keep everyone properly buzzed, and there are a few dealers floating around upstairs ready to sell anything to anyone with a charming smile. The host himself will be bouncing around, enjoying himself as if it was all catered specifically to his idea of the perfect party (it was) and saying hi to anyone and everyone.

[OOC: This is party style! Throw up a toplevel and get tagging! You can get up to any shenanigans you want, but please keep in mind the bodyguards are plentiful and on high alert since the solstice party. Maxxie has, of course, tried and failed to get them to join in on the fun, but they don't seem too overbearing unless trouble starts brewing. The Countdown is here, but please continue making toplevels and threading pre- and post-countdown shenanigans!]

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Sora | OTA

[consocius]

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This particular Flashbabe apparently has a lot of energy to burn tonight, dancing mostly to the fastest paced songs and moving like his life depends on it. He's grabbed a couple of times by friends and strangers alike (Maxxie apparently knows a lot more people than he does!) but he seems happy to dance with any and all. He practically bounces from person to person, and spends plenty of time out on the dancefloor through out the night. Until he's flushed and ready to collapse in fact, and yet he pushes through and keeps going anyway. There's almost a determination there to just have fun.

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At some point Sora has managed to acquire a polar bear ear headband and some star-shaped sunglasses, both which are perched on top of his fluffy hair. He's just starting on the drinking, again determined to have fun even if that means getting drunk for the first time in his life. He turned seventeen earlier in the month, he figures it's probably about time he has this experience anyway, right? He tries different things. Fruity drinks, alcoholic coffee beverages, even some jello shots because they looked colorful and fun. Have anything else to suggest to him? He's clearly up for trying new things right now.

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A drunk Sora is a really, really affectionate Sora. Which means if he spots you, you're getting clung to immediately. He babbles a affectionate words too, and quite often nuzzles his face against people's arms or necks or cheeks like some kind of dog or cat demanding pets. The star-shaped sunglasses have mysteriously disappeared, and yet he's still got the Winter Bear ears perched on his head. These are likely to fall off at any minute though, as he seems to have lost track of the fact he's even wearing them.

There's a likelihood here that he'll run into people selling drugs he's never even seen before but he always seems to shoo them away with flapping hands like they're a bothersome fly.

At one point he dozes in a comfortable seat in the lounge, resting up for even more partying and the countdown that'll be happening later in the night.

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The cold air out here on the balcony helps to sober him up if only for a little bit, and he leans on the railing as he stares up at the sky, squinting, trying to catch glimpses of twinkling stars even though the lights of the city make it somewhat difficult.

[Or wildcard it, he'll probably be bouncing around the place. Please lmk if you'd rather deal with sober Sora than drunk Sora for whatever reason! As usual, either prose or action spam/brackets is cool, I'll follow your lead.]

upstairs

[mildwildchild]

Guess who else is drunk? Jamie. He was probably doing a lot of his drinking alongside Sora, in fact, and so is in excellent spirits and unusually demonstrative.

"You havin' fun, bro? You havin' a good time?" he slurs at Sora, patting whatever part of him he can reach.

[consocius]

That happens to be his hip, thanks Jamie. But Sora can't (and wouldn't) complain because he's got both arms wrapped around Jamie's waist and a head on his shoulder. It's a lot more quiet up here than it was downstairs, and there are very comfy places to sit too, which Sora is grateful for. Sitting while drunk seemed preferable. The cuddling is also very, very nice.

He shifts and faces his friend with his usual grin. "Yeah! S'a great party, right?" He's poking Jamie's cheek gently. "And you're a great friend... I think we needed one, didn't we need one? A party."

[mildwildchild]

Jamie reaches up to grab the finger Sora's poking him with. It takes him a couple of tries to catch it. "A party like this, yeah. One without the...the, y'know. The stuff." The booze is keeping him from sounding too distressed thinking about Naomi's party, but he still doesn't want to bring up any details.

He gives the hand holding Sora's a little shake and grins at him. "And you're here. And I'm glad. Super glad."

[consocius]

Sora's grin just grows as Jamie tries to catch his finger and fails a couple of times before finally managing. This leads to laughter that could probably be described as drunken giggling on Sora's part. And he only half-catches what Jamie is saying about the party but nods along anyway.

The rest of what he says sinks in though, and Sora is incredibly happy to hear it. He feels... light as air, suddenly. Like he might float up to the ceiling. He tries to slip his fingers in between Jamie's so he can hold his hand properly. Maybe that way he won't float away. "Yeah, me too... Super," he repeats.

He's sort of hyper-focused on Jamie right now, which was easy to do considering their close proximity. He bumps his nose against the other boy's cheek. Since he can no longer poke it with his finger. Makes sense, right? "Hey, Jamie..?"

[mildwildchild]

Once he figures out what Sora's trying to accomplish with their hands Jamie complies, because why not, really. He's still grinning dopily at his bandmate, not really sure what if anything he's going to do with the rest of the evening but content for now to just spend some quiet time up here with Sora.

Then Sora's nuzzling his face, which elicits nothing more severe than a very mildly surprised look in response. "Hmmm?"

[consocius]

Nothing beyond right now really exists in Sora's head at the moment, other than the fact that there was gonna be a countdown at some point or another and the new year would begin. He's perfectly happy with taking things as they come tonight, though when the party first started he'd been determined to have some sort of fun in whatever way he could.

He's comfortable where he is. This is pretty fun just being with his best friend. And it occurs to him then he'd been about to ask Jamie something. He stares up at the ceiling as he tries to remember what it was. "I think I forgot..." A gasp. "Oh no! Wait! I got a present to give you! Ummm... More than one. Yeah. Or did I do that already?"

[mildwildchild]

Jamie just laughs. He doesn't really know why, except that Sora has that effect on him. "I dunno, did you? What'd you get me?" Never mind that that ruins the surprise, Jamie's operating on drunk teen boy logic.

[consocius]

"Stuff." Yes, that really is his answer. But only because he's focused now on rooting around in his pocket with his free hand. He doesn't find anything. Of course he doesn't, because it's wrapped in a little box back at the penthouse. The book of favor coupons is probably there too.

"I'll have to give it later. S'not here." He looks very disappointed by this, like someone has just told him they cancelled the holidays altogether. "Sorry, I could give you something else 'til then?"

[mildwildchild]

Sora's wiggling around and his hair is tickling Jamie's nose, which makes him giggle again.

"You don't hafta get me anything, man," he says, and joggles Sora's hand. "Hey, c'mon, don't look all...sad 'n shit. 's not a big deal." He tries to catch Sora's eye and give him a smile to cheer him up.

[consocius]

Well, he can't stay sad very long with Jamie smiling at him. He returns it with his own smile, and there's as much adoration in his eyes as there is happiness.

He sits up a little more again, bringing their intertwined hands up between them and holding them close to his chest. "Yeah, but what if I wanna give you something? Can I?"

[mildwildchild]

It sort of sinks in that that's a vaguely different smile than normal, but Jamie guesses it's just the booze. God knows he gets a little schmoopy too when he's been hitting the sauce.

He looks a little puzzled at Sora's comment, cocking his head to the side a bit, but his smile doesn't waver. "What'd you have in mind?" he asks curiously.

[consocius]

Sora lets out a vaguely frustrated noise and slumps down on top of Jamie, half-laying on his legs, letting go of his hand in order to wrap his arms around his torso again. With fingers clinging to the back of his shirt, he pretty much hides his face against Jamie's stomach and mumbles drunkenly. The only coherent words, slightly whiny as they are, end up being "kinda weird" and "kiss." So the important bits, then.

Afterwards he looks up at Jamie expectantly from this position, looking for a reaction or an answer as if the other boy could have clearly understood him. Maybe the words that were understandable were enough. But then again maybe not.

Bar

[iitrebel]

To the surprise of no one who actually knows him, Artolo is also trying to get plastered. It's his big goal of the night. So he's hanging about the bar as well, and just the sight of Sora trying to down booze has him laughing.

"Are you trying to pull off a record or something?"

[consocius]

At least the booze he's on right now is in the form of jello shots, so that's rather appropriate, right? This last one even had a gummy worm in it, so that's currently sticking half out of his mouth as he turns to look at Artolo. He reaches up to take it so he can speak. While chewing on the candy, of course.

"Record for what?"

[iitrebel]

"For, like..." There's a very vague hand gesture. Who knows what he's trying to demonstrate here. Artolo's mind is just a bit too fuzzy for proper words, so it takes a minute. "Going through all sorts of booze."

[consocius]

Sora gets it, and laughs. "Nah. I just don't usually drink or anything. So I wanna try new stuff. And have fun. 'Cause like. You never know when weird bad stuff's gonna happen. So gotta have fun when you can. Like..." He looks up at the ceiling, trying to remember what it's called. "That one thing. Carp something."

[iitrebel]

"You don't drink!?" Artolo seems inappropriately aghast at this news. When his own drink finally comes over to him, he practically downs half of it without seeming to think. "The things you'e missed! Although. I guess. Yeah that makes sense. Less tabloids."

[consocius]

This is a reaction Sora is actually used to. There's more laughter. He's generally kind of an easily amused person anyway but being tipsy just means he's more so. "I have a little! Sometimes. But not to like... get drunk..."

He stares in awe at how quickly Artolo tips that drink back. "Nah, tabloids don't care if you're drunk, they write stuff anyways," he points out with a deep frown.

[iitrebel]

"Well, yeah," is the snorted out answer as he half slumps against the counter. "But.... It's less about how you're a drunken hasbeen and more.." It's hard to think when he's this hammered. He knows his band has seen some ridiculous crap.

"More about how you're a vampire werewolf," he finally fishes out. "And everyone knows that kind of thing is bs."

[consocius]

"Well, kinda hard for them to pull off drunken has-been for someone who's only seventeen, too, but..." Wait, hold up a second. He looks at Artolo with utter shock for a moment. "...you can be a vampire and a werewolf? Like, at the same time?"

[iitrebel]

This is obviously a way more important subject than anything else, and Artolo dives into it with utter disregard. "Apparently!" he scoffs, jolting back up again to give a wild gesture. "But then again, they're, like, flinging labels at Mai, I don't even get it. Tooru doesn't have to deal with this!"

[consocius]

Sora frowns and looks up at the ceiling as he considers. "Yeah... I dunno how they decide who to write about. I've seen some stuff about me but not a lot. They called me a... A playboy, or somethin'. Someone who flirts a lot."

[iitrebel]

"You? A playboy?" A round of sniggers burst out of him. This is the kid who ate a bit of nacho cheese stuck to his face. The image just doesn't mash with the title. "How does that work?"

[consocius]

Unfazed by Artolo's laughing, Sora answers his question. "I dunno! Like they were saying I flirt with everyone but I don't even know how to do that. I'm just nice!"

He seems to be a little down about this, but only because it's crossed his mind again, and he doesn't like the implication that he's cheating on people like the tabloid suggested. "And it's not like Ryouta's kiss meant anything, or that I do that all the time -- it was my first kiss!"