interstellar5555 | and the lights, they glow

Who: Maxxie of Flashstep and YOU! First prompt is open to literally anyone and the second is to CR and CR of CR and people who just like to party.
What: It's moving day!
When: April 19th
Where: Downtown Vista City
Warnings: Drug and alcohol use/mention, general teen awfulness.

THE MOVE

When you're a famous pop star, moving day isn't really that stressful. Maxxie has all the money he could want to hire movers, and the most work he really has to do during the whole affair is deciding where stuff is going to go in his new downtown apartment. He helps move stuff around regardless, and his collection of personal items is actually kind of small, but some stylist comes in from the label and helps him pick out a few new furniture items and it all seems to come together within a matter of hours. It's a huge apartment, open concept, the perfect place to entertain, and it has a pool. Yeah, it's one of those.

During one of his breaks he checks out some of the upscale places within walking distance of his new residence, getting stopped often to sign autographs or answer questions for paparazzi. Maxxie loves it. It's a bright spring day and he's a star on the rise - what's not to love?

Otherwise he invites all his friends to come see the new place, showing off all the features proudly. His favourite is probably the wet bar out by the pool, but he'll happily push the button that raises and lowers the blinds about a thousand times before someone tells him to please stop for the love of god. He's just really excited.

THE PARTY

Everything comes together so quickly that Maxxie has quite enough time to put together an impromptu housewarming party that very night. Of course, for Maxxie, a housewarming party isn't just some cocktail hour for people to bring boring gifts like appliances and interesting throw pillows. No, Maxxie's brand of housewarming party is a complete blowout. He manages to get his hands on enough alcohol to keep an entire houseful of guests blackout drunk all night, and as is his way, there are a number of other mind-altering substances available if you know who to ask. Maxxie himself stays relatively sober, just excited to be playing host for real this time. Even though he has a pleasant buzz going, he's more focused on drifting through the party to make sure everyone's having a good time.

He invites basically everyone he knows, and invites those people to bring a plus one or a plus two or a plus five if they so choose. If you know a guy who knows a guy, you can probably get into this party. There are guards, but Maxxie has convinced them not to worry too much about the guest list that doesn't exist, asking them only to kick out people who start to cause trouble after the fact. He's an inclusive type of guy.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Yeah, sure." Demyx said with a weak little smile, swallowing another mouthful of whatever he was drinking. He actually had no idea what it was, but it didn't really matter.

"As good a time as any!" He wouldn't say no to other things either, he was feeling somewhat reckless.

"Cool," Maxxie says with a wide grin. There's a moment as he considers whether he should stick around and keep talking or if he should move on, but he and Demyx are working together now and he wants to make an effort.

"Hey," he says, hesitantly, "I know we didn't get a whole lot of time to hang out before I moved out and everything, but I'll still be around a lot for rehearsals and stuff. I'm not trying to get away from you guys or anything."

It seemed awkward between them, bandmates really and Demyx wasn't sure how to fix that. At least the alcohol had him feeling somewhat more relaxed.

"I'm sure that's true. I mean unless I did something to chase you out, I don't really worry about that."

Maxxie dismisses that thought with a wave of his hand, laughing softly. "Course not. If anything I'd like to get to know you better. We are about to go on a world tour together."

The world tour that Maxxie is still too overwhelmed to believe is really real.

"You want to know me better?" He looked surprised as if that was an odd request.

"Yeah, but how big is this world anyway?" He murmured under his breath. Some worlds, he remembered, were hardly big enough to count as a tour. He assumed this one was bigger.

"What do you want to know about me?"

Maxxie shrugs. "I dunno. What do you like to do for fun? Is there anything you wanna do, like, music wise with the band?"

"I never used to have much fun. I liked to play sitar." He smiled, this one a lot more soft and genuine. Now that he remembered he knew what he was missing.

"I don't know, maybe? We've got the singing and dancing down."

and the lights, they glow

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject