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

[panspermia]

"Yeah... I remember the beach. I parked the van there, to help out with... honestly, I think it involved aliens." He purses his lips, looking down at Tiger. "You know, it'd explain a lot about us if it turned out we're from space or something."

His memories of them as a family are fuzzy, more feelings and instinct than anything distinct, but the weird space and magic stuff is clear. If they turn out to be a magic space family, it'd be pretty sweet.

[tigermillionaire]

"I'm pretty sure I'm from space," Tiger says, a mixture of wistful and tired. The cuddling is totally unconcealed at this point. "I probably liked it better there..."

If only they could commit to that having been in their literal, chronological past.

[panspermia]

"Heh. It's like my songs came true. We're aliens. From a planet full of shapeshifters, and pink lions, and mystic portals."

Well, he's half right. That's an idea he'll just have to keep dreaming about.

[tigermillionaire]

Tiger looks up at him, a little surprised.

"Pink lions?" he asks. That sounds like the kind of thing that someone would make up just for the sake of sounding silly.

[panspermia]

Greg grins back down at him. "Oh yeah. I caught a glimpse of you riding him. Massive, and a big pink mane that's even crazier than mine!"

[tigermillionaire]

"Sounds made up," he says, a little bit incredulous but mostly just sort of teasing. Of course it sounds made up - everything they remember does.

[panspermia]

"Maybe I made it up. You can't tell. It's a mystery. For all you know you're a magic alien prince with a pet lion. You're a young adult novel." He did make up the prince part but it's no more absurd than the rest of it.

[tigermillionaire]

"That's probably why I'm so handsome," he says, grinning with increasing amusement. It really does seem like a fairytale reality compared to everything else. For a moment part of him wonders - what if he just played pretend? What if he didn't worry about whether or not it was real for a while? "And I do really want a cat."

[panspermia]

"What, you think I didn't have a say in that?" Greg wrinkles his nose. "I deserve a little credit." Imagining it, trying to envision it without remembering where they are now or how they got from point A to point B, it becomes infinitely easier. "We'll have to work you back up in size, I think. Start with a serval."

[tigermillionaire]

"Aw man," he says, with genuine longing. "I would love a serval, they are so cute. Some people actually own servals, did you know that?" He looks up at Greg. "They're as big as a dog!"

[panspermia]

Greg snickers, ruffling Tiger's hair a little bit. "Dogs are as big as dogs. Servals are way cooler." Probably not better pets, but undeniably cool."

[tigermillionaire]

Tiger laughs a little bit, enjoying the hair ruffle, in a nostalgic sort of way he can't quite put his finger on. People seem to do that to him a lot for some reason. Except, a few months ago, he would have been shrinking away and complaining about Greg ruining his curls.

He falls silent for a few more seconds, and then looks up at Greg again.

"Do you wanna go play video games or something?"

For once, he doesn't feel like moping.

[panspermia]

It does feel sort of familiar. He's done this with friends, before. That's probably it. Sure.

"You know it." He gives another brief rustle, before nudging Tiger forward. "Don't expect me to hold back, though."