005 ✽ We be all night

[giglio_madonna]

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.

Comments

[dishevelment]

A wry little laugh from Koumei punctuated Xan's half-hearted threat. While he didn't doubt that Xanxus' physical strength was only rivalled by that of his personality, they both knew the nature of what all was at stake in this gamble. Picking himself up and back into his seat, he smiled as he returned to his drink once again.

"While I don't mind leaving behind a pretty corpse, I don't really want to go through the trouble right now."

[variaboss]

The other man laughs and Xanxus sort of smiles more. He enjoys this sort of thing. This...friendship...or whatever it was, with Koumei. They guy seemed to understand where he was coming from and that was good. He liked being able to just act normally and not worry about anyone crying to the powers that be. He's trying to lay low.

"You'd leave behind the best corpse. I'd arrange you all pretty so that your tabloid pictures were beautiful. It's be a fucking work of art and then I'd be screwed because then I'd have to keep killing people to try and match that first pretty picture I made...and I never would because no one would ever look as good as you did."

He reaches to pour another drink as if it's totally normal to talk about becoming a serial killer.

[dishevelment]

"Don't become a serial killer for my sake," Koumei said, laughing. It was gallow's humor, and somehow it felt fitting for the situation that was currently at hand.

"There's no shame in being a one hit wonder. It happens all the time!"

[variaboss]

The laugh means a lot more to Xanxus than he lets on. He knows with how strange things had been lately, how stress filled, humor is in short supply. Certainly, it might not be the most healthy thing, black humor like his, but it got his friend to laugh.

"You're right. But I would never live down being a one pump chump. So I'll let you live. At least until the day you beat me at Mario Kart. On that day, all bets, totally off." Again, he's teasing. Mostly because Mei had sort of won a lot of those races (Xanxus blames his controllers, his healing hands, the Rainbow Fucking Road and anything that wasn't just that he was pretty much shit at the game).

[dishevelment]

Laughter was indeed the best medicine, even if the source was from a place of shadows-- no, especially if the source was from the shadows. Times were dark despite the nature of the season, and they all had doubts and concerns that they were trying to ignore for the current time. A few drinks, a few games, and a dose of bitter humor would be what kept them from the short walk and the long drop.

Provied they made it that far, first.

"Guess I'm going to have to keep throwing races from now on, huh?" He asked, teasing right back. "I can't go making a murderer out of the best bassist in Pride."

[variaboss]

Xanxus' hand stills on the glass. He frowns for a moment. In his minds eye, he's in a bar, sitting next to a man. A shady man. There's a contract between them. A name. A price. He laughs in the man's face. If that guy wants Xanxus to take that job, he needs to rethink both the price and the challenge involved. He better make killing that man worth it to him.

He doesn't realize he went silent and distant for a moment. He blinks and shakes his head. He looks down at the glass of alcohol and wonders if he should even say this. Perhaps if he make it into a joke. Murder is funny, right? "Too late there. I've murdered the music charts and made a bunch of virgin sacrifices on top of that. And you better not throw any races. I only like easy people when it comes to sex."