interstellar5555 | 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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"You got a bunch of guys you go out with on dates?" Jecht raised an eyebrow skeptically. He had no illusions about Tamara getting action from others, but actually going out for the sake of going out instead of just as a prelude to wrecking a couple bedframes?

"Women too, but you're the only one I'd like to be around regularly and not merely for play. You don't have a problem with this right?"

Sure it's 2555 but she still hears people say awful things about her that if she wasn't a woman she would praised for. It's unfair. And she would hate it if Jecht thought that way.

Jecht snorted at the question and waved a hand. Get real, Tamara, he knew the score. "See that's my point. Being around someone for more than fun's something special and not what you ordinarily do, right?"

Obvious, blatant sign Jecht liked her: no 'tell me more about these women' cracks.

"For the most part, yes. Not that I don't like the fun we have..." Oh no, she very much likes the fun they have.

"You're surprising, and filled with life. You're utterly contiguous and I just want to be around that."

"You got the same thing going for me, you know. Some hook into me. Well, two hooks into me, but one's a little higher than the usual one." Maybe the biggest sign of a hook was that he could just say something like that instead of awkwardly avoiding emotional talk and grunting his way through serious conversations.

"It's like I said, you're a gigantic fish that just wriggled his way into pan. It's kind of adorable." Except for that weird part about being eaten.

"Hey... do you want to dance with me? Sitting on your lap is nice, but I'm kind of getting restless."

"If it ain't a mosh pit I'm bad at it." That was a warning, not a denial, as Jecht tightened his grip around her so he could slide off the seat and still keep her pressed close rather than dumping her on the floor. Long enough for her to get her feet beneath her at least.

"Awww, come on I'll teach you. There must be a traditional gentleman somewhere in there..." She teases.

"Don't traditional gentlemen traditionally wear shirts?" But hey, for her, why not take a stab at it? Couldn't hurt. (He'd avoid her feet at least!)

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