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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Maybe not but at least he won't drop dead from it. Mai herself seems pretty blandly apathetic for being at a party and just distributing drinks to people.

"You've got it."

And then there's an awkward silence as he waits for her to say more. She does have more to say, right? That's why she came over? Evidently not. Greg fumbles for a topic.

"You, uh... oh! You're the werewolf, right?" He grins. Usually he doesn't bother much with tabloids, but rumors that silly seem harmless enough to enjoy. "Man, I was sure I'd get accused of that first."

Honestly if they should have accused her of being a were anything, it ought to have been a werecat. She's certainly cat-like enough, what with her wandering over to offer things in something like an attempt at communication and then not really communicating at all.

She sits down in the intervening moment of silence, settling her cheek in one hand. A brow cants up at Greg's question. At least she sounds amused so that's a start. "You a particularly wolfish kind of guy or something?"

It's a better habit than wandering over and pushing things off of tables, at least.

"Nah, just sorta hairy." He scratches at the mane in question. "Also I think the moon's pretty neat. Seems like more reasons than they need for most of those articles, anyway."

"No kidding. Did you read the last one?" She snorts a little after that, turning to her drink.

"Trust me, the last thing I want to do is go roaming around in the middle of the night hunting anything." Not even men were worth that much effort.

"Right, you're like a doublewolf now, aren't you?" It's amazing how people must come up with this stuff. "And people say my lyrics are out there."

Greg hums contemplatively into his gifted drink. "I dunno about that. Midnight cravings can get pretty intense. No stopping a snack attack."

"Something like that. I don't need any moon to change and all that. Then again my whole band is into witchcraft or something so..."

She takes that moment to take a long drink.

"Not your choice for the theme, huh?"

Greg sort of lucked out with his.

"The werewolf thing? Definitely not. I mean if we were doing witchcraft, they could at least make me a witch."

The witchcraft thing obviously doesn't upset her.

"Hmm..." He tries to box his fingers as though framing her, but it's hard with a drink in his hand. "Yeah, yeah I see it. Hat and a staff, you'd look ready to lay down some killer curses."

It's at this point that Mai decides for better or worse, she likes this guy. He's just goofy enough to go along with her words without being too cheerfully annoying so far. It reminds her of the Ty Lee character she's been conjuring up in her dreams as of late.

"Casting hexes, stealing souls. Brewing up a potion here and there."

"All in a day's work for the Thorny Court's royal sorcerer." His grin is practically plastered on. "You definitely oughta pitch that for your next shoot or something, you'd kill it."

"If An would like it anyhow. She's a little bit of a tyrant when it comes to image." To say the least. An's more in it for the clothes than anything.

"Yeah? Seems like something that'd fit your guys' look pretty well to me. But... I'm not much of a fashion guy." Since becoming rich, Greg's wardrobe has gone from "genuinely shabby" to "pre-ripped."

"Me either." Mai's all about dark colors and and such. She's vaguely punkish, vaguely gothic and vaguely concerned with what fits her own tastes and no one elses.

"Her tastes are a little... eclectic sometimes. I mean it's mostly goth stuff for obvious reasons but she's got this interest in Victorian wear..."

They're more of a neoclassical band so it's to be expected she would go for that style. Corsets are a pain.

"Doesn't that go with witchy stuff pretty well? I bet if you put together a good pitch, you could trick her into it."

He takes a second to note Mai's languid posture.

"Or is that more trouble than it's worth?"

"Not really. An's got her own ideas but I could probably pitch it to her." Not that she'll put a lot of effort into pitching it, as her languid posture suggests. The idea does bring a grin to her face.

"I think it sounds pretty entertaining actually. We'll make Artolo dress up like a cat."

Yeah, that's the ticket.

Greg snorts.

"For all I know, he'd be up for that. So long as you don't mention me in it, he's got enough of a grudge already."

"What, against you?" Not that she's shocked since... well, it's Artolo. The bastard gave her hot pepper spice for her popcorn on their first big gig.

"Well. My manager sort of wailed on him once. I think it left a bad taste in his mouth." Because she shoved his phone down his throat. "Or maybe he was like that already, I dunno him too well."

"You mean an ass? Yeah, he's always been like that."

Cough. "Well, that's a relief. Maybe he'll get a good kick out of being a warlock."

"I'd say he'd get a kick out of anything that may bug An somehow. Or that he can be a complete troll in, one of those. Artolo's not that hard to figure out." She likes her bandmates, honest.

He clicks his fingers, grin redoubled. "Slap some horns and fangs on him, paint him like a rock. He'd make a great troll."

Pfff. "I like you. You have good ideas."

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