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.