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

[giglio_madonna]

Such a gruff and awkward way about things makes Luce's eyes sparkle.

"Don't worry, dear, I think I can understand what you mean." She pats his arm with a chuckle. "Now, enjoy the rest of the party, won't you?"

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Well, if you want a proper thanks we can really enjoy the rest of the party." Jecht gave her a big cheesy wink. Didn't exactly expect her to take him up on the offer.

[giglio_madonna]

With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she smacks his arm playfully. "Sir! There are children about." Well, teenagers. It still counts, really.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"So we gotta set a good example." Given who, exactly, those 'children' were -- well, Jecht's wink said exactly what kind of example they needed.

[giglio_madonna]

Another laugh. "Tell you what- how about you treat me to a dance first?"

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"You know, I could get behind that." Jecht planted the heels of his hands onto the bar and pushed himself off the stool to his feet. "Ain't much of a dancer, but it's the company that counts, right?"

[giglio_madonna]

"Well, if you're not much of a dancer, then I could take the lead." Luce spreads her arms out a little to show herself off- 5'6 and not nearly as tall as him, all the image of a delicate lady. "What do you think? I could definitely fill in as the man's spot, don't you think?"

Hopefully her grin makes it obvious she's teasing.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Think I'll take my chances leading." Teasing or not, she got a chuckle out of Jecht. (Though he took the opportunity to look her over, make no mistake.)

[giglio_madonna]

And while he's looking her over, she'll reach back to playfully flick his nose. "Keep your eyes on your feet and not me, hm, Jecht?" she laughs, leading him to te dancefloor.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Which got Jecht to wrinkle his nose like a hardcore metal drummer shouldn't. "You're a lot hotter than my feet!"

Grandly waltzing out, Jecht caught Luce up and guided her into place with casual, gentle strength.

[giglio_madonna]

"Then that just means your feet aren't moving enough." Happy to let herself be guided, Luce settles into his arms.

"Do a lot of dancing?"

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Not unless you count mosh pits." Don't worry, Luce, Jecht was gonna be a lot more delicate than that with you.

[giglio_madonna]

She certainly hopes so especially with the giggle that follows after her words. "You know, I don't think I've ever exactly gone into a mosh pit before."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

The image of her -- or at least, Jecht's image of her in one -- brought a grin to the drummer's face. "I get the feeling anyone who thought you'd be a fragile flower too delicate for one would be in for a surprise."

[giglio_madonna]

Luce puts on her best doe-eyed innocent look. It's not half bad, if she does say so herself. The exaggeration is all on purpose. "Now, Jecht, why ever would you think something like that?"

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Because I never underestimate a lady." Especially not in this business, where the girls who made it to the top always had a steel core no matter how soft and sleek they looked on the outside. And Luce especially.

[giglio_madonna]

Such a simple statement, and yet it makes her break out into a wide grin. "And that, Jecht, is why I imagine you'll make it far in this business."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Far, nothing. That's pure survival instinct. Kept me alive this long." Jecht winked at her. "I've seen more than a few guys get chewed up and spit out by some dainty slip of a thing they thought would be a little cheap fun."

[giglio_madonna]

"The daintiness is a disguise." Another giggle. That much is maybe a bit of an exaggeration. Some people just look naturally that way, or are taught it. But still. "That's how nature works, you know! The pretty things are the most dangerous."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

Arching his eyebrows, Jecht said, "Danger's just spice if you play your cards right."

[giglio_madonna]

"And I take it you like spice?" As though she really needs to ask. Luce's grin says the answer is obvious.

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"'Like' spice? Naw. Need it. Crave it. Rather go hungry than eat something bland." A crude but completely apt metaphor -- or possibly a literal statement.

[giglio_madonna]

'Possibly', huh? Still, it's making Luce laugh again. "If I ever invite you to dinner, I'll have to keep that in mind then."

[sublimelymagnificentblitz]

"Dinner, or 'dinner'?" Ever shameless, Jecht winked.

[giglio_madonna]

"Dinner, with food, in a kitchen and then dining room," she retorts, trying to seem serious and failing horribly. "Although I suppose I'd have to rent a kitchen since I think you're a bit too scruffy to be allowed past Virgo doors."

Also, she wouldn't want him to get murdered, which is becoming a legitimate concern, as it turns out.