interstellar5555 | wonder whose arms will hold you tight

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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Luci looks down at Jamie, raises an eyebrow, smiles and rubs his shoulder fondly. "As well as Lucifer always is."

Which Jamie can take any way he wants to-- either she's just fine, like she always seems to be... or she's still being eaten at, and always is. Jamie was stabbed brutally, he can pick and choose what he wants to worry about if he likes.

"You want a drink?"

Jamie looks neither convinced nor entirely satisfied by Luci's vague answer, but after a moment he returns her smile and reaches up to brush his fingers against her hand. "Sure," he says in response to her suggestion of a drink, and turns to guide her back toward the club's interior.

He slings an arm around her waist as they walk, and after a brief silence he cocks his head to the side to glance up at her again. "I won't, y'know, pry or anything, but...if you ever wanna talk, or there's something I can help you with...you know I'm here, right?"

"I know," Luci stops, pulling herself around to look Jamie straight in the face. "And if you keep talking like that, I'm going to have to find some kind of closet for us."

But for the moment, she'll be satisfied with just a little distraction. She leans down and puts a very promising kiss on his lips.

He's surprised for the briefest of moments, but then he returns the kiss eagerly, grinning against her lips as he does so.

"I had no idea friendly concern was such a turn-on," he murmurs, and he might be blushing a little. Or a lot. She has that effect on him.

"You know how many people ask me how I'm doing when I'm about to suck their lips off them?" she asks, her lips just barely far enough away for her to speak. Luci grins, running her fingers through the short hair at the back of Jamie's head.

"Just you, sweet darling."

It's a little hard to focus on what Luci's saying when she's this close to him and toying with his hair, a gesture that sends a shiver of pure pleasure up his spine, but once it registers, he reddens even more deeply and averts his gaze.

"I didn't think it was a big deal," he says, raising his eyes back to hers with a self-deprecating grin. "Just...like to know how everyone's doing. Things've been kinda crazy lately."

He hesitates briefly and then adds, "I think you try really hard to help everyone else keep their shit together when we're having problems, and - I dunno, I just hope there's someone who's helping you. Even if it's not me."

Jamie's sweet, and a little crazy if he thinks that there's someone Luci thinks can handle all of the shit that's happening to her. Her deal with Lesedi, her strange body temperature issue, lighting her fingers on fire, memories of murdering people... No one wanted that from her, and more importantly no one needed it from her. They had their own things to deal with.

"Shhh," Luci puts a finger to Jamie's lips. "Everyone takes their turn, whether they know they are or not."

He regards her with lingering concern, but doesn't want to press the issue too much. Hopefully she's finding some sort of comfort in her life, some way of handling her problems, and maybe if she knows that he's around and wants to help, she'll be willing to take advantage of his availability.

...well. In more ways than one.

Jamie manages a lopsided grin and reaches up to take her hand in his, gently. "I'm ready for my turn anytime." Whether that means screwing or just listening to her talk, he doesn't care.

Luci grins, lacing their fingers together. "Come on, then."

She leads them over to an out-of-the-way couch on the upper level, away from the music and most of the groupies. She sits down, then pats her lap. "If you see a waiter, flag them, the only thing better than some Flashstep in my lap is some Flashstep in my lap with a drink in my hand."

Oh my. Jamie hadn't expected her to take him up on that quite so promptly, but he's not complaining. He is blushing, though, particularly at the prospect of sitting in Luci's lap.

"You're sure I won't be too heavy?" he asks with another little grin, while looking around for passing waitstaff. Or anyone else who might see whatever the two of them are about to get up to.

"Please, you're a little slip of nothing. I was worried I was going to crush you during the music festival," she laughs, crooking her finger at him. "I'm big and strong enough for you, darling."

Those might be fightin' words coming from anybody else, but Luci is an exception in many, many ways. He titters a little when she mentions the music festival and his blush deepens as he moves to settle himself on her lap.

"I didn't know I seemed that fragile," he grins, taking her hand again. "Hopefully I proved that I'm a little hardier than I look."

"Not fragile, slight," Luci says, gathering Jamie up into her lap. "For some reason, I feel like the majority of men think being slight is somehow threatening to their sense of self, but I love every shape people come in," she says, bumping her nose with Jamie's.

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