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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[consocius]

Still staring for a moment. What was his train of thought again? Other than Jamie's neck is really nice and so are his hands. And the way he's stroking his hair feels good. He holds onto Jamie's other hand, giving it a squeeze. It helps him focus, and the feelings and thoughts return to him.

"When we're like... Like, this." Vague waving of his free hand. "Drunk. 'Cause people do stupid stuff when they're drunk, right? So what if later you think this was a stupid thing to do? And it causes you trouble that we did it... I don't want to cause you trouble, I want to make you happy. And not just... not just drunk happy but happy happy. And not just for right now, but for always. That's what I want the most."

[mildwildchild]

Jamie's expression changes slowly as Sora's words sink into the liquor-saturated morass that is his brain. He looks puzzled at first, then faintly alarmed, then uncertain, and then...well, sort of touched. For always. Wow. His look softens and his hand stills in Sora's hair, trailing down to his jaw, stroking it almost tenderly.

"Dude," he says softly. His mouth works as he tries to come up with something more profound, but he just manages another "Dude" as his thumb trails over Sora's lips. Finally he bobs his head in acquiescence.

"Yeah...yeah. You're - you're probably right. There's, like - we can talk about it later, right? When we're not both shitfaced. Do - do you wanna talk about it? T'morrow or something?" He looks at Sora tentatively.

[consocius]

Sora was sort of holding his breath for a minute there, but as Jamie's expression softens and his hand trails, Sora blatantly nuzzles into the touch, smile returning. And he tries not to laugh at the first response, so eloquently spoken. But it strikes him as very Jamie and so it does make him grin, clearly amused. Except it falters when a thumb brushes over his lips, the feeling making his breath catch again.

He takes the hand near his mouth and shifts his head to press a very light kiss to the heel of Jamie's hand, without really thinking about it, just on instinct. Then he nods himself, his smile back to being a thousand watts, so bright. "Yeah. Yeah, definitely! Tomorrow. And... and for now I guess we should... Uh, maybe hang out where there's lots of people? So I don't... like, jump you or something," he says with a laugh. At least he's being honest!

[mildwildchild]

Feeling Sora nuzzle into his hand like a cat makes Jamie grin; there's something satisfying about seeing the other boy respond to his attempts at affection. Part of it is because Jamie doesn't consider himself very good at this sort of thing and it's nice to see that he's apparently doing something right, but there's also a warm flush of pleasure at seeing that Sora's happy, and that he, Jamie, is the cause of it.

And then Sora threatens to jump him if they're left alone again and Jamie can't help it, he throws his head back and crows with laughter. Everything is hilarious when he's this drunk, and Sora, who can make him laugh when he's stone-cold sober, is no exception.

"You think so, huh?" he says when he gets ahold of himself. He reaches up to tousle Sora's hair, more playfully this time, and then tries to school his expression into a halfway serious look. "But. Yeah. Tomorrow we'll talk. And we can see where things go from there."