Marcus Flint (te_marcus) wrote in third_event, @ 2008-10-31 16:02:00 |
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RP: All Hallow's Eve
Date and Time: October 31, 2001 - evening
Characters: ALL
Location: Eros Nightclub, London
Private/Public: Public
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for very adult situations and language
Summary: The wizarding populace enjoys a night of excess and debauchery
All the staff knew that Marcus had his 'game face' on. During the staff meeting earlier that day, Marcus had been even more intense than his usual self. But this wasn't the usual night for the club and very important witches and wizards would be in attendance. Marcus pounded that thought as deep as he could into the heads of his staff, with Chris, the night manager, watching on.
"So if any of you cunts don't think you can follow orders tonight of all nights, I want you to pick up your last pay from Lucy right now and get the fuck out of my club. Because I don't need that sort of bullshite tonight. You're either a part of the team, or you aren't."
Marcus had waited for any one of the staff to decide then and there that they couldn't take the heat, but none of them left which pleased him. He'd rather be short staffed then it all get cocked up because of one idiot, but he also didn't want to have to deal with a lack of hands that evening either.
After he dismissed everyone, he surveyed the club one last time. The lighting was perfect, in all reds, golds and oranges. Already the music was playing, making sure that the sound system would not fuck up during the night.
A few of the fire performers were checking over the magic on their equipment. Marcus was pleased to see that sort of professionalism. He had planned out everything himself - every detail had to be checked with him. Even down to the costumes that the women and men on his staff would be wearing tonight were picked by him. Of course the men wouldn't be wearing shirts - not that any of his staff didn't have a fit body to show off.
The food had also arrived on time and the caterers were busily downstairs perfecting the presentation.
Marcus exhaled and a smile that no one could see played on his lips. Barking out a few more directions Chris, he ascended upstairs to his office to get ready.
His staff knew what he'd be wearing but at the last minute Marcus decided that instead of being the host for the evening, his night manager would. That would throw off everyone who expected that the host would be the Slytherin himself.
The door knocked and Chris yelled through the wood. "Boss - the doors are opening in ten minutes."
Marcus checked himself out in the mirror one last time before donning his mask. Showtime.