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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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"How cool would it be if they did, though?" Glow, he means. That would be pretty rad, Ryouta.

He's not nearly as fussy about the brohug tonight as he was during the music festival, giving Ryouta a friendly slap on the back and making no move to shrug the arm off of his shoulders. He makes a sort of humming little chuckle under his breath. "Mmm, I kissed somebody all right. Maybe not at midnight, but it was a hell of a kiss." He grins radiantly up at the other teen. "How 'bout you?"

He guesses it would pretty cool. (He feels like that maybe they should sometimes...

"Oh, who did you kiss?"

Might as well parrot what Maxxie said earlier. That guy knows what he's doing when it comes to romantic liaisons.

"Nuh-uhhh, I don't kiss and tell." He wags a finger at Ryouta with a teasing smirk and tugs on him a bit to guide him back toward the club. "C'mon, we gonna get those shots or what? And you didn't tell me if you kissed anybody. Are you shyyyy?"

Yeah Jamie's a really obnoxious drunk, Ryouta. Surprise!

"Oh, I did," Ryouta said. It wasn't Xanxus or Sora like had been hoping, but he still managed to have a kiss.

And yup, he should have seen that coming. Oh well. "Not telling who though~"

He guided Jamie to the bar and beamed at the cute, female bartender. "Two pineapple upside down cake shots please!"

"Hah, I didn't expect you to say who it was," Jamie cackles, and gives Ryouta another slap on the back. He's downright effusive tonight with this much alcohol in his system. "Can't expect 'em to keep comin' back if you just...blab it all over the place. Gotta be discreet. Keep that shit on the down-low."

Jamie's just sort of rambling at this point. He has no idea what he's talking about.

He grins amiably at the bartender and tosses back the shot she sets down for him, running his tongue around his teeth appreciatively. "Mm, pretty good. I bet, I bet Sora'd like that. Nice 'n sweet." He looks sort of wistful and distracted just then, like his thoughts are wandering, but then he brings his attention back to Ryouta with a slow blink. "Good stuff, man. Good stuff."

"You are shit faced," Ryouta commented with a grin as Jamie kept talking. He downed his shot, and when the bar tender looked at him, he cast a glance at Jamie.

"You think you can handle some more?" he asked and got two more shots, handing one to Jamie and downing his own.

"I guess I wouldn't know, Xanxus and I are hardly subtle." In fact it was a damn miracle no ones wrote about them yet in the tabloids, with all the times they've kissed in public. Held hands, and the snog at the basketball game. Really, it was only a matter of time.

When Jamie starts going on about Sora sends up signal flares in Ryouta's brain. Oho? "Yeah, Sora does like sweet things."

"Pfffft, 'can I handle some more'," Jamie snorts, good-naturedly derisive of Ryouta's question, and gulps down the second shot. He totally doesn't need his liver later in life, he'll be fine.

"How's you an' Xanks - Xangsh - sh - that guy doin' anyway? He treatin' you all right?" Jamie pats Ryouta again - aiming for his chest this time, but given the height difference he ends up smacking Ryouta in the stomach instead - and gazes up at him earnestly. "'Cause I'll give him a talkin'-to if he's not. You-you're a good guy, man. You deserve to be treated good."

Just in case there's been any doubt Jamie is completely stinking drunk, he's getting real with Ryouta now.

Then he beams when the topic returns to Sora. "He was doin' jello shots, kahlua, um, all kinds'a those...fruity drinks. Eeheehee, 'fruity'." He giggles before continuing. "You see him tonight? He woulda liked havin' a drink with you, I think."

Ryouta just smiles softly at Jamie. "He's fine. He's really sweet to me."

He shakes his head. "I haven't seen him yet, but I'm looking for him! I do want to share a drink with him sooner or later."

He orders more shots, six, three for each of them. He's feeling really happy. "Fruity is good!" he chirps happily lifting one of the shots. "I love fruity!"

Jamie's almost laughing too hard at Ryouta's repeated use of "fruity" to manage his next shot, but he gets it down somehow. "Dude, stop!" he croaks, clapping Ryouta on the back again. Or at least he's aiming for the back; he's too drunk to realize that he ends up slapping Ryouta's butt this time.

"You should totally go find him and have a drink with him," he continues obliviously. "He likes you, he'd be happy to see you. Dunno if he's had time to see you since all the, y'know, the shit went down at that other party."

Edited 2016-01-25 02:50 (UTC)

Ryouta lets out a little yelp when Jamie's hand smacks his backside. "Careful, Jamie," he teases, because he knows that Jamie is drunk and wouldn't actually touch his butt on purpose. "You might convince into thinking you want to tap that if you keep spanking me~"

He takes another shot and then grins. "Yeah, I'll go find him once I'm done with you. I like Sora a lot too." He pauses. "He was really upset he got kidnapped instead of going to ... that, and being with you guys. But I'm kinda glad he wasn't there."

Jamie just guffaws again. "Spank you? Yeah, right, keep dreaming. I don't like you that way, man."

He barely manages to put his first shot glass down on the counter without fumbling it and picks up the second. He's visibly wobbling by now, though he seems as ignorant as ever of this fact. "I'm glad he wasn't there, too. Real glad. An' I'm glad you weren't there eith - you weren't there, right? Yeah. I'm glad you weren't there either."

He tosses back his shot and looks blearily, if benignly, up at Ryouta. "Glad you were with 'im t - to keep an eye on him. I think he needs that, y'know. People lookin' out for him. 'specially with things going the way they are now. He's like a...a li'l puppy. Just goes up to people wantin' to be friends. Never thinks that he might be walkin' up to like, some guy that'll sell him to a science lab and test cosmetics on 'im. Cosmetics 'n...carcin - carshino...stuff that, that causes cancer. They do that, y'know. To lab aminals. Animals."

He tries to set the second shot glass down on the bar and misses entirely, letting it drop to the floor and shatter. He looks down at it in bewilderment. "Wha - wha'the hell. When'd they move th' bar? That's bullshit."

"Then you might want to stop touching my ass~ I know it's amazing, but it's def not a girl butt."

He listens to Jamie go on and on about Sora. "Yeah, I guess kinda like a puppy! He's sure cute like one!" As if Ryouta can speak. He acts like a puppy dog sometimes. "But I think don't think cosmetic labs are going to kidnap him-" the rest of whatever he was going to say was cut off by the shattering of glass.

"You missed the bar!" he said between giggles. "Okay, time to go, I think. Let's find Sora. I can carry you if you need me too."

"I got one more shot left!" Jamie insists, groping for it. He's almost too hammered to even do that much, but by some miracle he manages to pick up the shot glass and get all of the liquor where it belongs, in his bloodstream waiting to kill more braincells. Very deliberately, he places the glass back on the bar and peers at the bartender.

"Sor - sorry 'bout the other one. You might wanna put up a, one'a those - those little yellow signs or somethin'. So people don't step on it."

The bartender nods in a long-suffering manner and makes some noncommittal noises. She's been working at æther too long to really be fazed by this particular drunken idiot.

Jamie turns back to Ryouta and gives him a playful little push. "An' I don't need to be carried, I'm fine. Lookit me, I'm fine!" He only trips over a couple of chairs as he starts tottering off, giggling "oops" as he does so. "Are you comin'?"

"Dude, you need help," Ryouta said. He was drunk, but he's a lot bigger than Jamie so his tolerance level is higher.

Still, his decision making skills are quite impaired. With relative ease, Ryouta picks Jamie up and slings him over his shoulder like sack.

"Okay! Let's go find Sora!"

Okay whoa, Jamie did not sign up for this nonsense. He squawks in surprise and then protest as Ryouta snatches him up, leaving him befuddled and slightly nauseous at the sudden motion.

"Dude, no, c'mon!" He smacks the back of Ryouta's shoulder, though probably not with enough force to really hurt him. "I'm not a...goddamn...bag of laundry you can carry around!"

Despite his raised voice, he doesn't actually sound all that distressed...yet. The noise is still enough to prompt a nearby Pride bodyguard or two to look in their direction.

"You're nearly as light," Ryouta teased and kept walking, being extra careful so he didn't smack Jamie's head on anything or one.

"I mean, seriously, I could bench press you. My max press has to be twice your weight..." He paused, his booze soaked mind easily distracted. "My max is two-seventy, how much do you weigh?"

"What?! I'm not tellin' you so you can fuckin'...dude, you don't need to get a workout in here!" He squirms a little more vigorously, trying to extricate himself from Ryouta's grip. "C'mon, this isn't funny!"

He still sounds more whiny than angry, though, and the bodyguards are just watching for now to see if this escalates from rowdy teen-boy shenanigans to anything more serious.

"No, dude this will be great!"

He maneuvered Jamie so that he was carrying him bridal style. It was a struggle because Jamie was being a squirmy thing. "Anyone tell you have a tiny butt?" popped out of Ryouta's mouth as put one hand under Jamie's thighs and another between his shoulder blades. "Okay hold still, this will only take a moment, and then I'll put you down."

At this the guards had began to move in, still not sure what was going on, but erring on the side of caution.

"Okay, one, two, three!" And then he lifted Jamie over his head with a triumphant yell and to the applause of onlookers. This would end up on tumblr tomorrow.

That's when the Pride bodyguards tackled Ryouta from behind.

"What?!" Jamie sputters at the butt comment, but then lifting is imminent and Jamie realizes he has much bigger things to worry about. "I'm not fucking kidding, man, don't do this put me D - "

Abruptly he's hoisted over Ryouta's head, which on top of his excessive alcohol consumption makes his stomach lurch unpleasantly. If he were a little more sober he'd be completely mortified at being in this position in a club full of people, but as it is he just looks sort of dazed, as though he's not entirely sure how he wound up like this.

"I'm gonna barf," he croaks to no one in particular.

And then the bodyguards slam into Ryouta and Jamie is jolted from his grip, saved from dropping headfirst onto the floor by kind of sliding down the three bodies beneath him to land in an undignified heap. Everything is kind of spinning and for a moment or two he can only watch the guards struggling with Ryouta, who - despite being a huge jerk for lifting him like that - Jamie realizes probably doesn't deserve a total beatdown. Unsteadily, Jamie gets to his feet (using one of the guards' pant legs to haul himself up) and kind of swats at them.

"Hey...hey guys? Guys it's okay, he's like...a friend of mine, kinda..."

Kinda friend? Kinda friend? Ryouta sticks up and arm and gives Jamie a stiff middle finger before he starts shoving at one of the guards. The guard, not expecting Ryouta to be that strong, gets shoved off with a grunt. The others get off after heeding Jamie's words.

"Kinda friend?" he pouts at Jamie. "Kinda?" more pouting. "See if I ever buy you drinks again."

"C'mon, don't be such a baby," Jamie sighs, watching the bodyguards retreat into the crowd. "Besides, you lifted me. Like a friggin' barbell. Why would you even do that?"

"It seemed like fun before the goons tackled me." Ryouta's still pouting but not so much now. "C'mon, let's go find Sora."

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