007 ✽ Bubbles in the Wine

[giglio_madonna]

Who: Luce and practically anyone that's had CR with her
What: On another side of town, it's a different mafioso's birthday.
When: March 14, in the evening
Where:
Warnings: None planned

Since the start of the month, those who know her even faintly will find themselves contacted one way or another to let them know that they were invited to a birthday party on the 14th. There's no pressure, of course, and there's no need to bring gifts.

Luce finds that she'd be perfectly content just seeing all the people she hasn't been able to see for ages now.

Today is finally the day, and the location? The top floors of the exclusive hotel Sol, which is quite an impressive feat. When the invitees step inside, they'll see why. It's taken Luce constant persuading for this for months now, inbetween everything else she's had to do lately, but goodness knows if she isn't willful. On various tables that are kept carefully restocked, one can find various rice and lamb dishes, plus plenty of piping hot bread including some that's stuffed with all manner of delicious things. Fortunately for Luce's continued existence, she didn't make all of it.

...Besides the cookies. Those she made. And the cake? That'll come later, of course.

There's more than just food and conversation, however. Everyone who comes in will be invited to participate in a little game. Somewhere hidden in the party are various small golden eggs. If you bring one to Luce, you get a prize of some sort. Feel free to note that "bring" is the key word and not necessarily "find". Take that as you will.

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[giglio_madonna]

[For some reason, the well wishes make a bittersweet sensation pang in her chest, but Luce brushes it off. That's a sorrow for another time.]

I should get you all to myself, since goodness knows when we'll get another chance. Mind wandering with me a bit?

[dishevelment]

[It was a bittersweet sentiment for him as well, but he didn't let it show in his face. There was no need to make Luce, of all people, worried at her own party.]

You're the Queen today. I'll go where ever you do, and you can have me for as long as you like.

[giglio_madonna]

Don't I feel special.

[Linking their arms together, she starts to guide him along the edges of the pool.]

Have things been.... alright, over in Pride?

[With what happened to Steven, she feels she needs to ask.]

[dishevelment]

Hmmm.....okay enough.

[There were a great many things wrong in Pride, but he didn't want to say anything unnecessary at the moment.]

That is, okay as we can be with how our boss is. How about in Virgo?

[giglio_madonna]

Rough, but... manageable.

[And that's all she can say with security around.]

I should introduce you to more people in my label, you know. Besides the rest of my band, like I promised you before. I think there are some people you'd like.

[dishevelment]

[The security was problematic-- they were going to need to get around that, somehow.]

Oh? I'll be glad to meet anyone you see fit, Luce. Virgo sounds...somewhat tamer than Pride can be at times.

[giglio_madonna]

But no less vicious. [A quiet dark warning, in odds with the almost apologetic smile she gives after.] Label politics are atrocious, you wouldn't believe it.

But a friend of mine, Bill Cipher, he seems to have avoided most of them. Have you met him?

[In her mind, she's trying to think of who else would be trustworthy in the label. Greg is... out, and she'll have to warn Koumei about that, somehow, without being too obvious.]

[dishevelment]

No, I haven't...I've stumbled upon Dino Cavallone but, besides your bandmates, I haven't met too many people from Virgo yet.

[giglio_madonna]

Then I'll introduce you. [A meaningful look.] He's surprisingly brilliant, you know. A bit... odd, but no worse than some of the people you have over at Pride.

[dishevelment]

That's a strange thing to note-- most anyone who chooses this sort of life is a little odd. Like the both of us, for example.

[giglio_madonna]

Bill strives to go above and beyond. Be prepared, dear. Tabloids don't even need to stretch.

I wish I could introduce you to Greg, but the poor dear has been having a rough time lately... A lot of pressure by the label, you know how it is when you get so famous.