interstellar5555 | 005 ✽ We be all night

Who: The willing from Pride and Virgo
What: Want to know what party sucked? The solstice party. Want to know what party won't suck? Luci and Luce's.
When: Jan 8th
Where: The basement of the club Blue Heist
Warnings: None planned besides possible/probably intoxication

A little while after the disaster at Naomi's, those who had attended might find themselves approached- by Luce on Virgo's side, by Luci on Pride's, or perhaps by someone who had heard about it from either of them. The subject of conversation?

Another party. One that involves another mingle of both labels, without being used for any ulterior motives.

Those who seem up to it are given a time and place. Blue Heist is one of the clubs around town that has what could be called a "basement level", for private renting and parties available to anyone who has the cash to spend on it. It's a pretty simple set up, nothing extravagant like the party at Naomi's... Which is absolutely on purpose, let no one tell you otherwise. There's a reason any mics or karaoke equipment has been pointedly removed. All the music is on the system already.

Nope, tonight it's just dancing and drinking, with a couple of rooms to the side that have cheesy movies playing in case you're tired out. No closed doors, no poison at the bar, no murder.

And if you want to take a moment to maybe have a talk to someone on the opposite label to discuss or apologize for the events of the prior night... That's fine too.

Just be careful. Both labels are still under watch, it seems, with a few bodyguards from both sides around the perimeter here and there.

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[ "Something wrong" can mean all sorts of things. Are they hurt? Is she blinded? Lots of very important, bad things can happen to eyes, and Greg's mind races through them. ]

Nia, I'm gonna come in, all right?

[Well. Not that wrong. She'd feel silly if she knew that was what he was worried about. Though, granted, she knows this could be super dangerous, too.

She'd nod but he wouldn't see. So instead she opens the door, standing enough to the side that she's still kinda hidden.]

[ He slips in, quickly kneeling beside her as the door shuts. ]

All right. Tell me what happened. Are you okay?

I-It doesn't hurt, but they--

[Nia takes a moment before she looks at him.] C-contacts won't work. [Not when her pupils are pink. And the way they're shaped...]

Ankh said to pretend I did it myself, but how could anybody do this?! What's going to happen when my manager sees, or one of the security people?! [What's Blanche going to do?]

Woah.

[ He's momentarily stunned by the sight of them. It's a unique look, he sure can't pretend otherwise. More important to Greg, though, is Nia's obvious panic. He rests a hand on her shoulder. ]

Hey. It's all right. One thing at a time, okay? I've got some sunglasses you can use for a start, and we can figure it out from there.

Sunglasses? [At night? Indoors?] Do you think--do you think security will be suspicious?

They're not here to be fashion police. There's all sorts of excuses you can give. [ Some better suited to people a few years older than her. ] We're famous, remember? Weird looks is just what we do.

[She... slides down the wall, then. She's scared and she's tired and she's tired of being scared.]

What... what should I do after that?

After that... [ That's the harder one. This is all pretty sudden to try and figure out. ] I don't really know. I wouldn't rule out contacts. There's a lot of crazy designs out there, you can get away with a lot.

[She finally... nods, but it's a very dazed and tired nod.]

I don't want Mr. Blanche to be angry.

I know. He's a busy man, he won't notice if you keep it on the down low. We'll just take it one step at a time.

But what if my manager notices and tells him? [She has so many pretty valid reasons.]

[ They're completely valid concerns, and the problem is that Greg doesn't have the answers. He scratches at his hair, trying to think of a good answer. ]

All right. Then... come right out with it. [ He tries a grin, as if this idea isn't risky as heck. ] L-like I said, we're all about wacky fashions, right?

So... so pretend that it is on purpose? Like Ankh said to do?

[SHE DOESN'T TRUST THIS IDEA SHE IS TERRIFIED SHE'S NOT A GREAT LIAR.]

Yeah. If this doesn't seem like something that's gonna go away... your choices are to hide it and hope no one finds out, or be loud and proud about it.

[ Normally this would be the type of "be true to yourself" heartwarming inspiring advice. In this case, either option is equally risky, and he wouldn't even be able to guess which is scarier. ]

I will not be able to hide it forever...

[Which means there's only one option for her, doesn't it?]

So, then.

[He gently squeezes her shoulder, and gives her as reassuring a smile as he can.]

You're Nia, lead guitar for Surviving Friday. You're loud and you're proud and you're going to have your eyes look however you want.

[Fake it 'til you make it, on a whole new level.]

I hope... I hope that this will work. [She's shaky but she nods. And then she nods again, more confidently!]

Me too.

[ He wishes he could promise her it will work out. ]

For what it's worth... they're real pretty.

[That was not something she expected. She thinks she looks like a freak? But she stares at him before blushing and looking away.]

Thank you.

[ He means it. However strange they are, Greg likes them. ]

You still want me to fetch you some shades? Maybe good to save them for the right moment.

I think that would be a good idea, yes...

[ With one more smile, he slips carefully out of the women's room. It's less than a minute before he's back, knocking lightly at the door, case in hand.]

I got the goods.

[She will reach out and take them, slipping them on. Hopefully they're at leas fashionable she doesn't need to be a fashion disaster...]

Thank you...

[ They're a little big on her, but they're expensive enough to pass. ]

Looking great. Let me know if you need anything else, yeah?

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