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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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UPSTAIRS;
[Terry isn't going anywhere near the dance floor if he can help it. Not that he's still injured, he just hates dancing. (A real party guy, right.) So he spends most of the night upstairs, most commonly found with his feet up on one of the other seats and a drink in his hand, but he does some rounds on ocassion too. Saying hi to anyone he knows, or stopping to check on anyone if they look distressed or otherwise upset.]

[He does seem to be enjoying himself despite not actually engaging with the main draw of the night. It's just nice to be out and see people actually enjoying themselves after how the month started.]

BALCONY;
[Every good introvert needs a moment or two to themself, and the balcony is perfect. A nice, secluded place to catch some air away from everyone else.]

[He's not doing anything interesting, just enjoying the view and the fresh air.]

WILDCARD;
[Whatever you like buddy.]

DANCE FLOOR

[Your host is bouncing around on the dance floor, worming his way to the middle of the crowd whenever he comes back from a break. He seems to have an endless amount of energy for this, and he's damn good at it too, almost as good as he is at letting down his dance partners easy after his self-imposed one-song limit. It wouldn't do to be glued to a guy for too long, not when he's here flying solo and looking to party with his friends instead.]

UPSTAIRS

[Even when he's taking a break, Maxxie's energy never stops. He drums his hands on the bar while he's waiting for a drink and even when he's sitting down he's animated. He asks everyone if they're enjoying themselves but half the time he's too intoxicated and distracted to stick around for the answer. Inhibitions completely lacking, he's much more affectionate when he's like this, forgetting that some people have "boundaries" to respect, though he'll back off quickly if told.]

WILDCARD

[For anything else you might want!]

Jamie's making pretty good progress on getting completely shitfaced tonight. If he's been a little more reclusive tonight than usual, he seems happy enough to see Maxxie, and sidles up to him with a big sloppy grin that's equal parts booze and actual affection.

"Hey. Hey, man. This is a great party, like, holy shit, this is the best New Year's Eve party I've ever been to. Ever."

DANCEFLOOR

[Finnick is unsurprisingly a great dancer, although he's a bit subdued. No one's clearing a dance circle for him, but you'd be hard-pressed to come up with any complaints after going a song or two as his dance partner. He doesn't stay on the dancefloor for long, taking frequent breaks, but he's just drunk enough that this is fun and he can forget himself for a little while. He actually seems to be smiling, and it's genuine rather than the camera-ready smile he usually sports.]

BALCONY

[Finnick finds himself on the balcony a few times during the night, looking for a breath of fresh air. He sighs as he sets his beer on the railing, leaning on it and looking out over the city. He's having a good time, and it's a nice change from the stuffy Virgo events he's been forced attend so far, even with the bodyguards still lurking around every corner.]

WILDCARD

[For anything else!]

Maxxie throws his arm around Jamie and lets out a laugh as he gives him a rough squeeze.

"J," he says, incredulous, "have you ever been to a New Year's Eve party? The ones your parents throw don't count, mate."

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This particular Flashbabe apparently has a lot of energy to burn tonight, dancing mostly to the fastest paced songs and moving like his life depends on it. He's grabbed a couple of times by friends and strangers alike (Maxxie apparently knows a lot more people than he does!) but he seems happy to dance with any and all. He practically bounces from person to person, and spends plenty of time out on the dancefloor through out the night. Until he's flushed and ready to collapse in fact, and yet he pushes through and keeps going anyway. There's almost a determination there to just have fun.

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At some point Sora has managed to acquire a polar bear ear headband and some star-shaped sunglasses, both which are perched on top of his fluffy hair. He's just starting on the drinking, again determined to have fun even if that means getting drunk for the first time in his life. He turned seventeen earlier in the month, he figures it's probably about time he has this experience anyway, right? He tries different things. Fruity drinks, alcoholic coffee beverages, even some jello shots because they looked colorful and fun. Have anything else to suggest to him? He's clearly up for trying new things right now.

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A drunk Sora is a really, really affectionate Sora. Which means if he spots you, you're getting clung to immediately. He babbles a affectionate words too, and quite often nuzzles his face against people's arms or necks or cheeks like some kind of dog or cat demanding pets. The star-shaped sunglasses have mysteriously disappeared, and yet he's still got the Winter Bear ears perched on his head. These are likely to fall off at any minute though, as he seems to have lost track of the fact he's even wearing them.

There's a likelihood here that he'll run into people selling drugs he's never even seen before but he always seems to shoo them away with flapping hands like they're a bothersome fly.

At one point he dozes in a comfortable seat in the lounge, resting up for even more partying and the countdown that'll be happening later in the night.

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The cold air out here on the balcony helps to sober him up if only for a little bit, and he leans on the railing as he stares up at the sky, squinting, trying to catch glimpses of twinkling stars even though the lights of the city make it somewhat difficult.

[Or wildcard it, he'll probably be bouncing around the place. Please lmk if you'd rather deal with sober Sora than drunk Sora for whatever reason! As usual, either prose or action spam/brackets is cool, I'll follow your lead.]

Jamie doesn't even kick up a fuss about the brohug. In fact he seems to welcome it, leaning into Maxxie and giving him a friendly slap on the back.

"I'll have you know," he begins, with only a half-hearted attempt at sounding serious, "that my parents were respected members of the musical elite and threw some pretty bitchin' parties." He guesses. He can't actually remember, and it's only due to the copious amounts of liquor he's already consumed that he isn't bothered by this.

He beams up at Maxxie, patting him on the back again. "Seriously, this turned out pretty great. I wasn't sure at first, but I'm glad you did it, man. I'm glad."

"Me too," Maxxie says, leaning into Jamie. "And I'm glad you came! You havin' fun so far?"

Guess who else is drunk? Jamie. He was probably doing a lot of his drinking alongside Sora, in fact, and so is in excellent spirits and unusually demonstrative.

"You havin' fun, bro? You havin' a good time?" he slurs at Sora, patting whatever part of him he can reach.

That happens to be his hip, thanks Jamie. But Sora can't (and wouldn't) complain because he's got both arms wrapped around Jamie's waist and a head on his shoulder. It's a lot more quiet up here than it was downstairs, and there are very comfy places to sit too, which Sora is grateful for. Sitting while drunk seemed preferable. The cuddling is also very, very nice.

He shifts and faces his friend with his usual grin. "Yeah! S'a great party, right?" He's poking Jamie's cheek gently. "And you're a great friend... I think we needed one, didn't we need one? A party."

D A N C I N G

[Chances are you’re going to notice her through the course of the night but she throws herself onto the dance floor and just goes for it. The bodyguards are a stuffy distraction but a few shots and the awesome music (and one song is definitely a remixed track from her bands album and it sounds awesome) drown out their presence. There’s a part of her that’s still angry and raw but she doesn’t want a fight, she wants the new year and her friends, all of whom had survived some kind of total bullshit insanity in one form or another.

So for a girl that’s kept herself locked up in her room aside from mandated interviews, appearances, and band practice, Nariko looks just fine. She’s having a ball and if you mingle on the dance floor long enough chances are you are, or have been her dance partner, and repeat performances are completely acceptable.]

U P S T A I R S

[There’s a pile of limbs hanging around near the entrance to the balcony. Now, mind you, she’s not quite on the balcony yet and that’s mostly because she’s found a chair or some other applicable service to exist on. Nariko …. Is high as fuck. And she's lost her bear hat. The uninitiated might not catch it unless they’re stupid enough to wander near her, but she’s completely out out of it, eyes glazed over and head nodding to nothing but the swirl of mess in her own head. Judging by the glass in her hand she’s probably also a bit drunk, so double whammy on that one!

The good thing is that if you don’t poke her or even look her way too long you’ll be fine. She’s happy to stay near the balcony but not quite on it, squinting at the view from where she’s at. But if you do happen to edge a little too close then Nariko’s going to stumble up to get a hold of you, and:]

Who decides the color of chairs?!

[Good luck.]

W I L D C A R D

[Nariko’s just as likely to be found at the bar or mingling with any given group of people. You might also find her laid out somewhere upstairs or jumping around on any surface that allows it. She’s kinda high and drunk as fuck all, sometimes bothering the waitstaff for more food, but she’s altogether harmless besides that. Specify your level of comfort with her draping herself on your character, though!]

Jamie leans right back, a testament to just how hammered he is already. "Fuck yeah, man! I wasn't shittin' you when I said it was a great party. We got booze, we got music, we - fuck, hold on." He's been trying to count these things off on his fingers, but one hand is on Maxxie's back and the other is holding his drink, so it's not working out too well. He puts both arms in front of him so he can kind of tap the fingers of his free hand with the bottom of his lowball glass.

"So there's like booze, and alcohol, and music, and like, you guys, you guys are all here, and everybody's like dancing and shit and having a good time, and I think that one guard that punched me during lockdown that one time is here but he hasn't seen me yet." He thinks a little and then nods and leans back against Maxxie, tipping his head back to grin up at him. "You did good, man. This is a good party. You're good."

Jamie reaches up to grab the finger Sora's poking him with. It takes him a couple of tries to catch it. "A party like this, yeah. One without the...the, y'know. The stuff." The booze is keeping him from sounding too distressed thinking about Naomi's party, but he still doesn't want to bring up any details.

He gives the hand holding Sora's a little shake and grins at him. "And you're here. And I'm glad. Super glad."

The chairman of the board.

[Jamie isn't high. He is, however, incredibly drunk.]

Sora's grin just grows as Jamie tries to catch his finger and fails a couple of times before finally managing. This leads to laughter that could probably be described as drunken giggling on Sora's part. And he only half-catches what Jamie is saying about the party but nods along anyway.

The rest of what he says sinks in though, and Sora is incredibly happy to hear it. He feels... light as air, suddenly. Like he might float up to the ceiling. He tries to slip his fingers in between Jamie's so he can hold his hand properly. Maybe that way he won't float away. "Yeah, me too... Super," he repeats.

He's sort of hyper-focused on Jamie right now, which was easy to do considering their close proximity. He bumps his nose against the other boy's cheek. Since he can no longer poke it with his finger. Makes sense, right? "Hey, Jamie..?"

Once he figures out what Sora's trying to accomplish with their hands Jamie complies, because why not, really. He's still grinning dopily at his bandmate, not really sure what if anything he's going to do with the rest of the evening but content for now to just spend some quiet time up here with Sora.

Then Sora's nuzzling his face, which elicits nothing more severe than a very mildly surprised look in response. "Hmmm?"

Nothing beyond right now really exists in Sora's head at the moment, other than the fact that there was gonna be a countdown at some point or another and the new year would begin. He's perfectly happy with taking things as they come tonight, though when the party first started he'd been determined to have some sort of fun in whatever way he could.

He's comfortable where he is. This is pretty fun just being with his best friend. And it occurs to him then he'd been about to ask Jamie something. He stares up at the ceiling as he tries to remember what it was. "I think I forgot..." A gasp. "Oh no! Wait! I got a present to give you! Ummm... More than one. Yeah. Or did I do that already?"

Jamie just laughs. He doesn't really know why, except that Sora has that effect on him. "I dunno, did you? What'd you get me?" Never mind that that ruins the surprise, Jamie's operating on drunk teen boy logic.

[For some reason or another, Sora wakes up from his short nap on a comfy sectional upstairs, and finds his immediate view is of Nariko in a fuzzy white outfit (having apparently lost her bear hat), jumping around.

He laughs, sitting up and watching her and honestly trying to figure out what she's wearing. Then it hits him, and he reaches to his head to find his own bear-ear headband, askew from his sleeping position. He takes it off and waves it around, calling out to her.] Hey! Nari!! [Maybe a bit louder than needed there, actually, considering they're farther away from the music than he initially thought.] You're missin' somethin'!

"Stuff." Yes, that really is his answer. But only because he's focused now on rooting around in his pocket with his free hand. He doesn't find anything. Of course he doesn't, because it's wrapped in a little box back at the penthouse. The book of favor coupons is probably there too.

"I'll have to give it later. S'not here." He looks very disappointed by this, like someone has just told him they cancelled the holidays altogether. "Sorry, I could give you something else 'til then?"

Sora's wiggling around and his hair is tickling Jamie's nose, which makes him giggle again.

"You don't hafta get me anything, man," he says, and joggles Sora's hand. "Hey, c'mon, don't look all...sad 'n shit. 's not a big deal." He tries to catch Sora's eye and give him a smile to cheer him up.

Well, he can't stay sad very long with Jamie smiling at him. He returns it with his own smile, and there's as much adoration in his eyes as there is happiness.

He sits up a little more again, bringing their intertwined hands up between them and holding them close to his chest. "Yeah, but what if I wanna give you something? Can I?"

It sort of sinks in that that's a vaguely different smile than normal, but Jamie guesses it's just the booze. God knows he gets a little schmoopy too when he's been hitting the sauce.

He looks a little puzzled at Sora's comment, cocking his head to the side a bit, but his smile doesn't waver. "What'd you have in mind?" he asks curiously.

Sora lets out a vaguely frustrated noise and slumps down on top of Jamie, half-laying on his legs, letting go of his hand in order to wrap his arms around his torso again. With fingers clinging to the back of his shirt, he pretty much hides his face against Jamie's stomach and mumbles drunkenly. The only coherent words, slightly whiny as they are, end up being "kinda weird" and "kiss." So the important bits, then.

Afterwards he looks up at Jamie expectantly from this position, looking for a reaction or an answer as if the other boy could have clearly understood him. Maybe the words that were understandable were enough. But then again maybe not.

For a second or two Jamie's not entirely sure what Sora's trying to do with all his flopping around and burrowing into his stomach and all. The vibrations of his voice against Jamie's solar plexus do weird things to his sternum and newly-formed scar tissue that make him squirm.

He's not sure he heard right, either - something about kissing? That couldn't be right. Or maybe it could - this is Sora, after all. Still, better be sure. Jamie kind of pushes Sora's head back with his forefinger and leans down to peer at him in drunken bewilderment.

"...you wanna what?"

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