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interstellar55552015-12-31 09:38 am
notahobby) wrote in interstellar55552015-12-31 09:38 am
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!
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!]
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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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!"
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"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.
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"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?"
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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.
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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.
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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..."
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"Kinda friend?" he pouts at Jamie. "Kinda?" more pouting. "See if I ever buy you drinks again."
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