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Bellum Letale Tempus (bellum_tempus) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-06-25 09:39:00

Entry tags:

plot: delta, plot: tempus

Who: Group Delta
What: A Massacre With Dancing!
Where: The Hotel
When: Feb. 14, 1929, Evening
Warnings: TBA
Notes: This post will be done party post style. See this post for more details!

All was quiet on the North Side on St. Valentine's Day. A party was set up in a hotel ballroom on the North Side of town, red paper hearts attached to the walls and a banner declaring "Happy St. Valentine's Day!" hung from the buffet table by hotel workers. People exchanged cards in the street and put their cards in the mail, gathering at friends' houses for parties and meeting lovers everywhere from board rooms to back alleys. This was a day for lovers, not for bloodshed.

Well. At least for now.

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cyprian
2010-06-27 03:31 am UTC (link)

Inconsequential? Whatever helps you sleep at night, baby.

Despite Trenton's initial impression of the music, it was beginning to grow on him. Although, after that primary spin he'd given Isobel, Trenton did not try to lead her onto the spotlight center of the dance floor. Having already tangoed their way up and down three city blocks, they could give it a rest while they scouted out drinks. That was the most important objective of the evening. Even if this crowd did look like it needed their leadership -- a little bit of ass grabbing & club grinding worthy of a Lil Jon music video was just the kind of thing to spark up the '20's like a roman candle.

"You look like a hundred bucks," he breathed against her ear. Compliments from this one were like poetry poured over warm coals. "Which is actually like a million bucks, because the stock market hasn't crashed yet.. inflation and shit.." What a suave sonofabitch.

About the time that Archer, yet unknown, strolled into the situation, Trenton was distracted with a figure he saw on the stage. Red hair, tits like two atom bombs. He fell a step away from Isobel, and ceased in crowding her as his attention sharpened. "That.. fucking bitch.." Someone was still holding a grudge over certain incidences that involved him tied to a chair and potentially bleeding to death.

Coming back to the moment a little too late, he took notice of the man speaking to his star spangled lady. Actually, he took notice of his drink, and not the bright, cupid-shot glaze in his eyes. "Is that.."

Before he could question it, Isobel handed him one, and Trenton sniffed at it. Wine? So gay.

He drank it down.

	cyprian 2010-06-27 06:24 pm UTC (link)
	Not medical? "That sucks, man," Trenton responded sincerely -- as if not being awarded your own prescription pad was surely the biggest burn in the doctor industry. Arriving at the revelation that there were quite a few Bellumers around, Trenton stepped back to scan the ballroom, and sufficiently tuned out of Isobel's friendly exchange with the man for now. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	nineteen_stars 2010-06-27 07:09 pm UTC (link)
	When he took her glass and teased her with getting her a drink, she all but pouted at him. And oh, was it a pout, her head inclined up towards him, eyes big with a painted bottom lip jutting out just enough to tremble. "Please...?" she asked, taking a step closer to him, the light catching the surface of the dress to make her, for a brief moment, glitter. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	nineteen_stars 2010-06-27 09:30 pm UTC (link)
	At the sound of Trenton's voice, Isobel pulled back swiftly, looking properly ashamed at having been caught, even if she wasn't feeling particularly guilty. And then, ignored as she was by Trenton, she made a little huff in the back of her throat and turned away from them both, going back to the half-glass of wine that Archer had gotten her only moments before. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)