Nov. 18th, 2008


[info]tattooed_skin

Week Twenty-Two: Friday

Who: Open to all
Where: The Lux Hotel ballroom
What: Halcyon's first art exhibition
When: Evening

In about another minute, or so, he was going to collapse. For a guy who was normally laid back, and chill, Wes had been running around, like a chicken with it's head recently lopped off. That had been the theme of his movements for the past few weeks. Ever since he'd been told that the Lux wasn't going to be available for the original date he'd decided upon. Fuck, he could still murder that fucking kid... As it was, he was making do the best he could. It didn't hurt that he'd had help, from local friends, and a few eager art students.

The last week had been a crunch, getting all of the partitions constructed, and making sure they were structurally secure enough to support the art that would be hanging on them. The ballroom had been completely transformed. The vast open space, was now filled with half walls, elaborate lighting, sofa's, and table where the food, and drinks were located. In truth, Wes had fashioned it after the Lincoln gallery in the Smithsonian. He'd always liked the set up, thought it made for a good warm environment.

It wax relaxing enough, but not so comfortable, that people would want to lounge about, rather than be up, and enjoying all that was displayed. The turn out for art had surprised him. More people had decided to enter work, than he had expected. People outside of his own classes, for one, and the quality of work was higher than he thought it would be. He himself had work hanging about. Seven pieces in total. Newer works as well as some older pieces. He'd even already kicked of the bidding on a couple himself. Primarily two of the pieces Kat had dropped off. The Day of The Dead girl, which he'd fallen completely in love with, and the skull. Now, he just had to keep a close eye on their bidding.

"Remember, unless they show you a student i.d., proving that they are eighteen, or older, they don't get shit. I'm not getting in trouble for a bunch of drunk, idiot kids." He instructed the hired bartender, as his eyes raked over the table of booze. Vivian had originally been tapped to take care of the drinks, but her ass had fled the school... what the fuck was wrong with her? Leaving with that sadistic ass? He'd never understand some women. So, one of the tenders, from back in Vale's day had been asked to handle things, thankfully, they'd agreed.

The food had been another headache. At first, he had thought to ask Cat, but with it being such a grand order that would need filling, he didn't want to lay all of that on her. Too much work to stress over. Plus, if she was too busy fucking around with food, she couldn't spend time with him. See, Wes was a thinker, oh yes. As it was, he'd decided on Indian vegetarian. The spices put it well beyond bland, so, he couldn't see any of the carnivores complaining about it either. Besides, it was an art show, not a sit down dinner.

An hour before the show, when everything had progressed beyond the point of possible falling apart, he knew it was safe enough to dash off, and change for the evening. Which he did, catching a cab over to the parlor to change. Even with this being a fancy to do, he wasn't about to cram himself into a monkey suit, and be uncomfortable the entire night. No way in hell. But, he was so what dress. A red, gray, and black vertical stripped button down, black leather jacket, and unpacked jeans had replaced the normal... 1970's roadie look that he normally sported. His hair was still uncombed, but, at least his black leather combat boots were clean.

Fuck the haters, if they didn't like it, they could get the fuck out. After dressed, he'd returned to the ballroom, a pair of aviators sat perched on his nose, a jack, and coke in his hand. It was going to be an interesting night... he could tell.
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Sep. 22nd, 2008


[info]tattooed_skin

Week Eighteen: Friday

Who: Cat, and Wes
Where: The Pit
What: Wes' dream has come true! Vegas has come to the island.
When: Friday night


With his hand tucked in her own, Wes gentlemanly lead the way down to "The Pit". It was hard not to look around, and soak in all the changes that had occurred while the place was closed. It seemed to be more rock oriented, and a little less Goth. It had been great before, but he could certainly see the possibilities of the new change. Plus, there was a fucking strip joint in the place now. How could you beat that? It was as if a part of Vegas had come to the island, and he was happier than fuck about it. Strip clubs were great, and amazingly, they helped keep him in line. Strippers would dance for you, tease you, get you all worked up for the right amount of tipping, but that was it. They wouldn't touch you, they'd have nothing to do with you outside of the gig. So, that meant you had to go home, and relief all that tension with the Mrs. Really, strip clubs were a great thing. Especially if you could get your significant other to come along with you. Now that was a turn on.

"Let's grab some drinks." He yelled over the crowd. The place was packed, not surprising. But between the dj, and all the people occupying the space, holding their own conversations, it was difficult to hear. Wes weaved his way through the crowd, pushing people to the side, so that Cat wouldn't have to bump as many shoulders, before finally finding them a spot at the expansion of the bar. His eyes moved up, and down the thing, seeking out a certain bartender. "Viv!" He yelled, waving his hand to get her attention. The girl was in a hustle, but she nodded, letting him know that they were indeed next to recieve her service. "You've never met Viv, have you?" He asked, turning to look at Cat. "She's the one who usually makes our drinks when we come here. Good kid." When she finally did approach, he gave her a glancing over, "J let's you out of the castle dressed like that?" He said, teasing the girl. When Vivian merely rolled her eyes, he went on. "Cat, this is Viv, Viv, Cat. I'll take a usual, and the lady will have whatever she likes." He pulled his wallet free from the back pocket of his jeans, taking out a credit card, and instructing her to just start up a tab for him.

Vivian introduced herself to Cat, shaking the woman's hand, before moving to get their order ready. Upon returning with the two drinks in hand, she leaned forward across the bar, showing off the pretty ring that Jaida had left for her that morning. Though she didn't say so much as to what it meant, she hinted heavily with a rather straight face what it signified. "Ha ha, very funny. I'm banning you both from the shop." Dull eyes rolled behind dark sunglasses, taking his drink, and offering Cat her own. "You think I'm joking?" He was joking, but honestly, the two were ganging up on him now, and that was not cool. Yeah, the little plan was cute, but he didn't fall for it. At least, he wasn't so quickly going to buy what they were now claiming. Together, yeah, he could buy that. Engaged? Ha, whatever ladies. "Tell you what, never mind the banning stuff. You, and J could have the wedding at the shop." Surly that would throw them off, if he started playing along. He hadn't however, counted on Viv saying they should make it a double wedding.

"Changed my mind, you two are banned. Be sure you tell J." Giving his head a little shake, he looked to Cat once more, "Ready to head over to the sin den?" Whether the strip club area had a name or not, he didn't know. But, that's what he would now be calling it. After all, some people tended to do nasty things in those places.
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