ninkasi ; goddess of beer (lady_booze) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-09-25 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~bes, ~nergal, ~ninkasi |
Party in Ibiza (Nergal & Bes)
Ibiza was one of the most beautiful places in the world. When she'd first arrived on the club scene, she didn't speak much Spanish, but she understood the root Latin enough to make some headway. It all didn't matter in the end, because her and her party friends eventually just dissolved into a giggling mess of bodies. It was a wonderful way to lose yourself and she loved the atmosphere. Everyone came to lose themselves or find someone. The music and the flashing lights transported you to a whole new world.
Down here in the cave was no different.
Dress clinging to her skin, mostly because she didn't want to get caught on anyone's accessories, she danced along with everyone else until she made it to the edge of the dance floor. She parked her bottom on an empty stool at the bar and managed to fish her cellphone out of her top. She sent texts to people that they needed to be there, mostly locals. They had been friends she'd made when she'd first visited the club when it first started happening. The parties weren't super publicized, so getting there at the right time was a little sketchy.
So was sending texts, apparently.
Nergal! Come join me. Her voice filled with mirth, per usual. There were no further details doled out. She wasn't sure he'd come if he knew what or where she was doing. If this had been a phone call, he'd know she was luring him into a trap party. But the voice line was devoid of all other sound, thankfully. Maybe she'd be able to get him to dance too. That was always a fun challenge.