Is it dangerous to go to a mix-label party so soon after what happened at Naomi's? No shit. Did she seriously consider Squalo's warning? Of course. Was she going to let either of those things stop her from having a good time? Hell no.
[Dancefloor]
Luci of course is all over the dancefloor, getting all up in anybody's personal space who seems amenable to the idea. Even dressed semi-respectably, she is anything but tasteful on this dancefloor.
At one point, a Junkyard Carnival song comes on, of course, and Luci suddenly finds herself in the center of an empty space on the dance floor with people expressing their surprise and glee at being so close to the voice coming through the speakers. So of course, Luci obliges them. It's so loud that it looks mostly like she's lip-syncing to herself, but she is in fact singing--
"I can move mountains I can work a miracle, work a miracle Oh, oh, keep you like an oath May nothing but death do us part
She makes me dance like I'm a madman Bury me, 'cause I'm a mess She makes me dance 'til I'm a madman And I can't get her out of my head
The fall, the fall, damnation express And two-bit divinity, oh hell yes Build me up to the greatest I can be Put your, put your v-v-venom in me!"
She can't help herself-- she loves being watched, and she'll milk it for all its worth.
[Upper Level]
But she can only stand in her crazy shoes for so long. After a while, she moves through the crowd like a very steady freight-train, heading straight for the bar. After a water to catch her breath from dancing, it's her favorite Devil's Advocate and looking for a couch to sprawl on with some fit thing she hasn't kissed yet.
[Balcony]
Since Naomi's party and that night on the stage, Luci has had a strange preoccupation with the stars. They're beautiful, yes, but something about them is calling to her. Maybe a song in the making? Maybe some kind of uncomfortable feeling that she hasn't yet squashed down like the rest of her strange feelings and visions.
She puts a cigarette between her lips and lights it with her thumb. Just a cigarette, a little brooding, then back to her usual self at the party.
[Or Just Wildcard It~ She Wants To Kiss All Her CR]
Luci || OTA
[Dancefloor]
Luci of course is all over the dancefloor, getting all up in anybody's personal space who seems amenable to the idea. Even dressed semi-respectably, she is anything but tasteful on this dancefloor.
At one point, a Junkyard Carnival song comes on, of course, and Luci suddenly finds herself in the center of an empty space on the dance floor with people expressing their surprise and glee at being so close to the voice coming through the speakers. So of course, Luci obliges them. It's so loud that it looks mostly like she's lip-syncing to herself, but she is in fact singing--
"I can move mountains
I can work a miracle, work a miracle
Oh, oh, keep you like an oath
May nothing but death do us part
She makes me dance like I'm a madman
Bury me, 'cause I'm a mess
She makes me dance 'til I'm a madman
And I can't get her out of my head
The fall, the fall, damnation express
And two-bit divinity, oh hell yes
Build me up to the greatest I can be
Put your, put your v-v-venom in me!"
She can't help herself-- she loves being watched, and she'll milk it for all its worth.
[Upper Level]
But she can only stand in her crazy shoes for so long. After a while, she moves through the crowd like a very steady freight-train, heading straight for the bar. After a water to catch her breath from dancing, it's her favorite Devil's Advocate and looking for a couch to sprawl on with some fit thing she hasn't kissed yet.
[Balcony]
Since Naomi's party and that night on the stage, Luci has had a strange preoccupation with the stars. They're beautiful, yes, but something about them is calling to her. Maybe a song in the making? Maybe some kind of uncomfortable feeling that she hasn't yet squashed down like the rest of her strange feelings and visions.
She puts a cigarette between her lips and lights it with her thumb. Just a cigarette, a little brooding, then back to her usual self at the party.
[Or Just Wildcard It~ She Wants To Kiss All Her CR]