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

[scalpedsociety]

She likes that she's in his lap, feels like she could belong there. Tamara wraps her arms around him and gives him another kiss.

"Such a gentleman. Sure."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Question is, what's your poison?" Not that she struck him as a picky drinker. But there was a big difference between getting something she would drink, and getting something she WANTED to drink.

[scalpedsociety]

"A sidecar. But if you can't do that, we can share a bottle of whiskey if you want." Compromise is always important.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Jecht laughed, leaning an elbow back onto the bar. "You're almost tempting enough for me to break my vow of alcoholic abstinence with that second one. How 'bout a sidecar for you and some root beer for me and a toast to beautiful women?"

[scalpedsociety]

"I'll agree with that, baby." It almost enough to make her relax. Nothing can harm her here, besides Jecht is with her. He feels big and strong enough.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Definitely big and strong enough compared to her -- not that she didn't have a pretty delightful strength of her own. "Perfect." Keeping an arm around her waist so she stayed firmly in place as he turned, Jecht shifted to get their orders together from the bar.

[scalpedsociety]

It's a playful scene to be sure, and just for that Tamara gives him some kisses on the neck.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

She was in a pretty good position at the moment to gauge his response, no lie. "You just love the power you have, don't you?" Jecht chuckled, as he slid her sidecar over.

[scalpedsociety]

"What power?" She says this as she shifts her hips over his lap just a little bit. Oh, she knows. But she gladly takes her drink. "Like to tell me why you're tee-totaler?"

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Seen what it does to people. You spend enough time in this business, you watch people break themselves apart. Drugs, booze, whatever -- all the money and the fame goes straight to their heads and they get the feeling they gotta spend their life feeling as good as possible."

Jecht thumped his chest with his free hand. "Me though? I love the music. Just playing makes me happy. And I want to be around as long as I can to do that."

[scalpedsociety]

Tamara nods. "I can understand that. ...I had my flirtations with drugs when I was young. Saw a lot of talented people lose themselves..."

Why is opium on her brain though? And it's not even even Heroin, it's the smokeable kind. That's a pretty pretentious drug.

She smiles at him. "It's why I like you so much, you're so spirited about everything you do. And you don't mind that I'm really into you..."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"It's the only thing that keeps me sane. If it was just one way, I'd be a broken shell of a guy." Despite his playful grin, a hint of a deeper sentiment lurked in the depths of his tone. Fun as their romps were, he... well, he liked her. She was pretty cool.

[scalpedsociety]

"Oh Jecht..." There's a soft touch of her hand in those wild locks of his, staring directly in his eyes. She likes him as well and genuinely wants to know him as a person too. (Although the sex is still wonderful too.)

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

For a moment, words failed, and Jecht just matched that look. Before it could get too intense, he leaned forward to bonk his forehead against hers. "So how about we actually go out? You know, dinner, maybe a movie. Something a little classic." In other words, going out for the sake of going out instead of going out just as a prelude to wild monkey-sex.

[scalpedsociety]

She giggles at the gentle forehead bonk. "Are you sure they would let you in? You know, with no shirt." But aside from that she likes the idea.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"It's a sin against the world and everything in it," Jecht said, as solemnly as he could when he was trying not to grin, "but for you I'd even wear a shirt."

[scalpedsociety]

"Wow... you must really like me..." She's trying to imagine Jecht in a Tuxedo and and she's laughing now.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"You're starting to catch on to that, huh? Hey, it's not THAT funny!" The protest was purely token, because yeah, it really was. He didn't have that exact image in mind, but matching up with a classy chick like Tamara? Yeah, fish out of water doesn't begin to cover it and he knew it.

[scalpedsociety]

"I always wondering why you hate shirts so much." It's him and Xanxus with their psychotic hatred of shirts. At least there's the slight chance of seeing Xanxus in a shirt.

So far, Jecht doesn't seem to own any. (Like she's looked in his closet, there isn't one shirt.)

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Well, for one, like I said, they'd be a crime. You know that." Jecht straightened his back and shifted his shoulders a little to put the muscles of his chest and abdomen into better display. "And they're not comfortable. Never seem to stop noticing them, you know?"

[scalpedsociety]

"Really, when the last time you wore a shirt? Be honest." Maybe he hasn't worn one in so long, he's forgotten the feeling on not being bare-chested.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Halloween year before last," Jecht said, freeing an index finger from his root beer to point it at her. Ha, didn't think he knew, did she? "Slicked my hair back, put on a suit and tie, told everyone I was a lawyer."

[scalpedsociety]

So he was Phoenix Wright? *shot* She'll playfully take that index finger and lick it. "So shirts are costumes, that makes sense."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"For me, anyway." That little lick made his skin prickle. If she was watching closely she could see the goosebumps. "I guess someday they'll make me wear one to some really important event or something..."

[scalpedsociety]

It's part of the reason she likes him so much. His reactions to touches, it's like he's never gotten old and jaded when it comes to that.

"You know... you don't have to put on a shirt for me if you don't want to."