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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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She hadn't really forgotten about the bodyguards so much as she was ignoring them. There was a part of Mai that couldn't quite forget other people lingering around like that. She fiddles with her empty glass a moment, her expression vaguely thoughtful. Then she cocks a brow up at him.

"Think they'd follow us to a private booth?" She asks it in the vague tone of a joking question, though her slight smirk isn't quite so jovial. If the bodyguards are listening, she doesn't want them thinking she's serious.

He knows that some of this is probably blowing smoke, so he's going to help out. Surely, Mai will forgive him, or slap him once they can get out from under watchful eyes and listening ears. So he's just going to reach out to try and cup her face as if he's a would be lover.

He'll lean close and whisper at her, loud enough for others to hear. "But won't that just piss off your daddy. Me taking you into a private little booth for some fun." Because as far as he knows, none of the guard had followed anyone that seemed to be heading towards some adult time together in one of the more private areas.

"You know I'm all for pissing that man off."

He's got the idea at least. She hadn't planned past her initial comment so she's more than happy to wing it now. She can at least vaguely play act with the best of them, though she's not winning any Oscars.

So she lets her eyelids droop some, giving him a bit of a bedroom eyed glance to help along the scene he's painting. She listens for the guards even as she speaks, her corresponding whisper velvety enough, so she hopes. "What, you don't want to see the look on his face once he hears about it? I'll show you a picture if you show me what all the tabloids have been talking about. And maybe a few tricks of my own."

Oh, she's brilliant. This isn't about willing awards. It's convincing a couple of steroid popping lunkheads that the two of them are about to head off to screw. He smile grows suggestive and a bit predatory. "Oh, I'd love to see it. Hell, record that shit because I'd love to hear it too." He stands up and holds a hand out to her.

"I'll do more than just show you, so those tricks better be worth it." All that's left is to see if they are indeed followed to the more private areas or not. But just to cement things, he'll use his other hand to start fiddling with his belt, like he's already eager to start and they might not make it to privacy.

It must work wonders because the instant he starts fiddling with that belt is the instant those guards begin to back off. They follow them a few steps toward the private areas but Xanxus' little addition makes the pair hesitate. Mai can see out of the corner of her eye without too much of a glance that they've more or less halted in their steps.

In the end they make it to the back rooms hand in hand. And there once they've put a door between themselves and the guards, Mai actually laughs.

"You're going to give the guards nightmares if you start pulling the half undressing act often, you know."

She is thoroughly amused though. There's something about playing an almost covert undercover gag that sparks something inside of her. It's mostly the vague idea that she absolutely hates face paint though.

She's laughing and he's placing his back right against the door. In a way, he's almost making certain that no one bursts in. As he does, he fishes out his phone and presses a few buttons. RedTube, just in case he hears anything outside. He can cue up and volume up the porn so that it sounds like they're having a grand old time together.

"If I do, it serves them right. They deserve to have all sorts of fucked up dreams, just like us." Which was why he had wanted them here. So they could talk about this shit ands not have it reported back. I'm sure they would. Soon as any of us said anything about suspecting things aren't right."

Mai meanwhile has plopped herself down somewhere comfortable. Not too terribly far away, she's not about to get that relaxed. She crosses her arms there and returns back to a more serious expression.

"I'm not seeing nightmares exactly but I am seeing people. People who in these dreams are my friends and family. My close friends."

She doesn't exactly do the close friend thing, okay. Not since school anyhow and not even really back then. Mai's always been a bit of a lone wolf or so memories will tell those who knew her.

His eyes narrow as she speaks. He nods a little. "And you know them. Even though you've never seen them before in your life, right? You know them. How about places? I keep dreaming of a place. A huge castle. An...iron fortress. It's a place I know so well, like it's my home. But it can't be my home, can it? I grew up here, in this city. I'm sure of it. So why do I dream of Italy?"

"And I'm not the only one. I can't say who or what, as I made a promise, but there are others having these sorts of dreams. This really can't be a coincidence and I don't know what to make of it or how it ties into this crazy ass theory I've been kicking around."

"Places." She sounds like she's rolling that around. And this was where her one dream trickles back, half forgotten and now sliding into her mind insistently.

"Somewhere... Asian, I guess. It looks like it anyhow, the designs of the buildings. There's a flower shop, beats me why I'm in it in my dreams but there it is."

She looks like she's trying very hard to remember something. It's on the tip of her tongue, she can't quite grasp it and now she thinks of that Luce had said to her earlier in the part. 'Try to find out where the anger is coming from.' And this, this is what makes her angry. And now she voices as much in an irritated huff.

"It's so fucking frustrating. They're just stupid dreams but it's like I'm trying to grab onto something and I can't quite get it."

"Places. People. Conversations. This shit just keeps popping up. I keep thinking that I'm supposed to be doing something. That there's some really important thing I have to do. Some...battle...I have to fight. Like it's the most important thing in the world and everything in my life, everything I've ever wanted, is riding on it. But Mai, that makes no damn sense. Because this right here is everything I've wanted. The music. The fans. My bandmates. How could there be anything more important than that?"

He frowns a little more and considers for a moment. "Maybe...have you thought of a dream journal. Write down stuff like that. Or draw or whatever. Maybe if you wrote it, it might cement it better? Just if you do, don't let anyone see it. Not anyone. Specially not your management or the C.E.O." Because Xanxus is a paranoid fuck because of that murder party and he really really doesn't trust anyone in management or above now.

"It couldn't hurt." She rolls the idea around, chews on it a little for a moment. And then she nods slowly. "Yeah, I'll give it a try then maybe. I'm kind of hesitatiant to blatantly write it down though." Talking about it in a joking tone amongst drinking buddies outside had been one thing. Solid, physical and non-drunken proof is another.

She glances back over to Xanxus, expression grim. "I don't know. This business isn't what I've always wanted but I figured I would be content. I would be sticking it to my dad and be away from them. The longer I'm in this business though, the less I can really remember about why I don't like them and the more I'm dreaming about disliking this other man that keeps getting labeled 'Father'."

And there Mai punctuates her words with, "So what do we do if this does turn out to be management? Do we walk or do we punch them like we probably should do?". Because the last thing Mai will stand for in the end is being used against her will. She knows that.

He understands that. More than she probably knows. They both had issues with the fathers. Only Xanxus remembers. He remembers the day he learned he was adopted and his entire life had been a lie. He remembers that day his so called father betrayed him and threw him away because he wasn't blood. He mulls over that she might have something similar. Remembering a different man, a different face superimposed on the one before.

He sighs and looks at the ceiling for a moment to gather his thoughts. "I don't know. I don't think we can punch them. As much as I would like to, they did...something. Mai, I know this is going to sound insane, but I think it has do with sounds. When Predator took us to that fair, there was a song then. When Predator took me after South Vista, I heard something. A noise that put me flat. And the night of that Solstice party, before everyone started trying to kill everyone, there was a song then. I don't know what it is, or how, but it's just too much of a coonicinece to overlook. Thing is, the only way to test it is to wait and see if it happens again." He frowns. He's not good at sitting and waiting.

"And if we walk...I don't know if we can. Have you ever heard anyone leave the label before? What about those that were fired. Have you heard from them at all? No messages. No email. No twitter. Nothing. It's like they just vanished without a trace. What's to say that that won't happen to us if we try to leave."

"A song?" Forgive the bit of disbelief tinging her tone. It's a little hard to imagine a song doing this much, to be bluntly honest. She hadn't been around for all of those events. The song at the party had been okay but nothing that made her want to beat people over. It was exclusively Virgo people that that happened to which... well, okay, thinking of that made it suspicious.

Though his words about the fired people makes her expression dim. "I hadn't thought about it like that. It feels like they moved on more or less voluntarily but you'd think if that were the case, they should still be online." It's a point she's never thought too deeply about since it just seemed easier not to for a long time. Now it seems like a point she can't believe she didn't consider before.

He doesn't hold that tone against her. He really can't believe it either. Yeah, he said it, but it sounds just insane. He can't even prove his theory without putting himself and his band into danger and he can't do that. He cares about them too much to throw them under the bus just to satisfy his curiosity. "Yeah, I know Mai, I know. It sounds even crazing saying it out loud. But I think it's something we need to watch for."

His frown echoes hers. "So that begs the question, where are they? Where did they go? What happened to them?" He sighs. "There are just too many unanswered questions." He just wished he knew how to answer them.

Where did they go indeed. It's a troublesome thought and there is still a part of her that wants to cast the idea aside rather than think too deeply on it.

"... So what should we do about it?" The unanswered questions. The situation. The mysteries in general.

He growls a little and runs a hand through his hair. He feels so frustrated about it. Mostly because it feels like he should have a plan already. He should have plans within plans now, and people to complete them. Not just a few people, but entire squads. It's such a strange feeling.

"I don't know. I don't fucking know, Mai. Only than play along and watch. Watch and try to find where they are weak. We can't fight until we know what exactly what we're up against. So for now, I'm playing along. I'm playing along but from now on, I'm not going anywhere without a set of earplugs." Something he's not even certain will work.

So it's at an impasse then. With a sigh Mai moves forward, arms firmly crossed - until she gets closer to Xanxus himself of course. There she prods at his chest a few times since he's blocking the door - and mostly because it amuses her to tease him some.

"Well while you're waiting and seeing, don't do anything stupid."

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