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Teritus "Wesley Drakon" Venizelos (tattooed_skin) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-04-02 13:28:00

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ada, aramil, blake, catalina, caylem, charlie, evelyn, jaida, kalli, kate, kendra, nell, rufus, vivian, wes

Week Seven: Thursday
Who: Everyone who received an invite, and their guest (Check Wes' page, if you're not sure about an invite.)
Where: Gun Smoke Tattoo
When: Thursday Night
What: Shop Warming party, and small gig

There was a goal here. After living in Vegas, having been to so many bitchin' parties, your standards for them rose. The normal, punch, and cookies, with a shit ass dj, lurking in some corner, wouldn't cut it here. Hell no. The goal, was to make this party, just as fucking killer, as any party he'd been to in Vegas. To make those parties jealous even. With the help of his friends, and brothers, it seemed as if that was going to happen. All the elements were in place, now it would be down to those in attendance, to make the most of it. Wes was sure of one thing, he was going to have an amazing time, there would be no stopping that.

The Spooks had been a huge help, in their time on the island. While Wes tended to his classes, they took care of setting up for the party. Doing little things here, and there. Anyone who came into the shop after that Monday, would notice that certain things were off. It was all in preparation. Now, it was ready, everything was good. A bar had been constructed against on the walls. Bottles, upon bottles were either stacked beneath it, or on the packing crate shelves they had built last Monday. Wes had been told that there was more than enough liquor... he was starting to question whether it was enough. Also available at the bar, one would find certain goodies upon request. That was one good thing, about knowing drug dealers. They made excellent party guest. Aside from the bar, another sofa had been added to the sitting area, similar to the one all ready occupying the space, but not nearly as detailed.

The white shop lights had been replaced, by... fuck, Wes didn't know. It seemed Thom had sent up some type of proper club lighting shit. Said it would add to their performance. Whatever, the kid knew better than he did. Signs had been posted on the two back rooms. Should any sex happen, he expected those getting down, to be good guest, and clean up after themselves. He could be a real jerk, and say those rooms were off limits, but he didn't think sex in the main parlor was the best idea. Well, some people might not want to witness it.

Alex had overhauled his sound system, prepared to play a wide assortment of music, for when the Spooks weren't entertaining everyone. Yeah, they were going to play, but they had no intention of spending the entire night doing so. There was fun to be had, and no way in hell, that they would be missing it. Hell, if Wes weren't expecting to be drunk, he might even do a tattoo, or two. But, as it was, that was a not part of the nights events.

It wasn't long after sunset, that people began to pour in. Most of whom were friends of his, and the brothers, that didn't happen to be students. It would have been far too weird, with only students there. But, he wasn't about to invite teachers, especially when they likely wouldn't like what was going on. "Um, are we just gonna play the set we've been working over this week?" He asked his brothers, and Rufus. Well all seemed to be in agreement, he nodded. "All right, let's do this shit." Better to have people coming into chaos, rather than standing around, wondering when shit would kick off.

Hector kicked off the drum beat, followed shortly there after by Alex, and Rufus on their guitars. Considering how quiet, and unanimated he normally was, it was a bit surprising to see Wes completely let go, as they began the song. The music was strange, and it became obvious why the sound system was needed. There were so many elements to the music, which their instruments would not take on, and create. As he sang, Wes moved through the crowd of people, stopping ever so often, to encourage dancing, and general craziness.

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bearyourteeth
2008-04-03 12:34 am UTC (link)

Cat had promised to lend her expertise to some worthy party food and so she'd spent the day putting together a few things that seemed party appropriate. A few of them were quick and simple: tortilla chips with homemade salsa and her very kick-ass guacamole recipe - both treats that always went well with a drink or two - and a tray of fresh fruits and veggies with their own respective dips. Other treats that she'd whipped up had required a bit more effort, like the batch of various types of baklava for Wes and his brothers especially, all wonderfully gooey and sweet just the way it should be. Party food needed to be quick and easy to pick up and if it was mess free, that was even better! Cat strayed away from the all-too-easy menu of cold cut sandwiches and opted instead for steak and vegetable kabobs grilled out before she'd headed over to the shop and a variety of sushi that she'd hand-rolled that morning as well. All in all, it was an impressive spread.

Thankfully Wes had volunteered his services to help her transport all the goodies she'd cooked up, otherwise it might have taken more than just a few trips to allow her to get it all loaded, set-up and then unloaded once again. With his help, things went rather quickly and it didn't take them long to set up all her snacks in the shop. By the time everyone arrived that night, the food and drinks would already be waiting - always a good move in the party world.

Once all the food was set up, Cat headed back to her room at the school to get ready. It had taken awhile to find something in her closet that had seemed appropriate; finally she settled in a black lace wrap dress, one that definitely required nice undergarments (since everyone could see them!) and had an extremely noticeable slit up the front which allowed an expansive glimpse of thigh. Wes seemed to be quite the fan of her boots and so she was sure to pull on a pair of knee-high maroon ones for the night's festivities. She pulled her hair back into a simple ponytail, leaving a few strands to frame her face and quickly applied her make-up and donned a few pieces of jewelry for the night.

When she made it back for the actual festivities, things were already in full swing. The shop had been transformed and clearly everything was going over smashingly. The band was already playing and the music filled the shop, making it pulse with life. Something told her tonight wouldn't be an evening easily forgotten.

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tattooed_skin
2008-04-03 04:16 am UTC (link)

Playing was nice, and all, but she had been distracting him, since she came into the shop. He couldn't tolerate that, not for a minute. So, once they took a break from there first set, and the sound system took over, he decided that something had to be done about this distraction thing. It seemed his brother knew exactly what he was up to, considering they began to taunt him, as he stalked off. After giving them all the one fingered solute, he approached her. "You know, if I don't play well tonight, I'm blaming you."

Wes wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands sliding over the sheer fabric, which rested over her stomach. "That dress is far too distracting, so you might need to stay out of sight, for the rest of the night." He was teasing, but his tone never shifted. "I know just the place too, there is a nice big bed you can occupy... we can occupy." He gave her cheek a little peck, before his arms fell from her form. "You look foxy." As he faced her, he gave her the smallest smirk, obviously pleased with her outfit, and that she had worn it for him. Well, of course she had, hadn't she?

Ever the touchy feely sort, his hands settled on her hips once more, before he settled his lips to the corner of her mouth. "I like the boots too." Wes was imagining the outfit, crumpled on the floor of the back room. It was a good outfit, no doubting that. Though, it was making him consider having the rest of the party, run off the sound system only, so that he might drag her into the back room. Nah, not yet, he had to have some patience.

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bearyourteeth
2008-04-03 12:32 pm UTC (link)

She'd assumed that Wes would be a talented mustician, that his band would be the kind to get a crowd riled up in the best way possible. Standing there listening to their music pour from the soundsystem that had been amped up for the night, Cat could see that she wasn't wrong. Everyone that had already gathered in the shop seemed completey into the group 'on-stage' in front of them and getting the chance to watch Wes let loose like that..well, she could admit it was hot to witness.

She lost him in the crowd for a moment as he stepped from stage, alerted by his presence as a pair of increasingly familiar arms slipped around her waist, his palms sliding over her stomach. "Are you trying to get me into bed already?" she teased with a grin, leaning into his embrace for a moment, "Because if so, there are no complaints here." All he needed to do was point her in the direction of that nice, big bed and Cat was positive they'd figure out how to best put it to use.

He shifted around to stand before her, hands resting on her hips and Cat playfully slipped her fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, smiling as his lips teased hers. "Oh, you do have a thing for boots, don't you?" Now truly, how could she ever forget the fun that little fetish has caused?

"You guys were great up there," she complimented with a smile, slipping her arms around his waist, "and you looked pretty foxy yourself." A playful little smile curled up he edges of her lips and she couldn't help but add, "Guess this makes me your groupie, huh?"

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tattooed_skin
2008-04-04 10:07 am UTC (link)

"Of course. That's the thing about performing, it gets the blood pumping, the adrenaline rushing, and you don't want to lose that. So, fucking is a good way to bring it down." Which, is why groupies were invented. Or so he believed. "Good, I like 'em easy." His hands moved over the curve of her back, before giving her ass a playful slap. "Though, I think my brothers would be a bit pissed off, if I took off on them this soon. Jealous, you see, none of them can get fine ass like you." Which was total bullshit. All of the brothers had the ability to draw in women all sorts, even though each was just as unkempt as the next.

He gave a little nod, lifting his drink to his lips, his other hand not moving an inch from it's comfortable location on her backside. "The boots, are hot. Bring back fond memories." There would be no forgetting that fun, nor the fun they had shared with her tray of sweets. Damn, washing chocolate off, had never been so fun.

Wes gave her cheek a little peck, "Thanks, doll. Not as foxy as you, no one looks as foxy as you. Which means, I'm going to have to keep you close by, all night. I don't want anyone trying to steal you away... especially my brothers." Speaking of, he thought an introduction was in order. They'd all been rushing around, setting up earlier, so he hadn't had the chance. "Groupies are the best." Placing his arm around his shoulder, he began to steer her over to the group of bearded misfits. "Assholes, this is Cat. Cat, these assholes are my brothers. Alex, the tall stinky one there, Hector, the one who looks he fell out of the ugly tree, and Thom... who looks like a woman." Aww, brotherly teasing, how sweet.