Theodore Love (sex_drive) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-14 18:56:00 |
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Prive` Nightclub. It was amongst the hottest clubs in New York city and the location for Eros' birthday Masquerade Ball.
Eros' had left his wife at home getting ready. Women needed time to get ready, he had been dressed and ready since nearly eight o'clock -- after their dinner and he had given her a gift, of course. Nonetheless, Eros adjusted the lapels of his tuxedo, smoothening out the material of his open white dress shirt in the floor to ceiling mirror in the lobby/foyer of the club. Stepping away from the mirror and back toward the entrance bar where the waitress behind it was preparing the drink he requested; the cup was scooped up into his grasp and a big smile was given towards her. "Thank you, baby." A wink was tossed in her direction before propelling himself off the lean against the bar with a small push. Light prisms went back to surveying how everything had turned out. The candles on the foyer coffee tables had been set out and lit, cushions fluffed, everything cleaned. Everyone was going about doing there jobs, preparing because in any minute the bouncers would start to let in the people from the giant line outside.
Through the open arch way and into the main floor he went. Across the long dance floor toward the center of the room. A step up was taken to the platform where the V.I.P. was, a few bottles of champagne had already been set up for one of the tables/couches where he and his wife would be for the evening. The V.I.P. section was directly across from the DeeJay booth, the lights ready and running -- the DeeJay had just started his first set, warming up before the place started to fill out.
From where he stood he peered off toward the right hand back corner were three open arch ways led to the bathrooms, and one to the second room. The second room, the hip hop room was decorated in accordance to the rest of the club.
He had finished his drink already, so he stepped down from the V.I.P. and headed toward the bar in the main room for a refill -- the crowd already on it's way in. Damn, he loved being him. He just felt so great today.
[OOC NOTE: Attire is formal -- EXAMPLE of ... what the club is like]