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Tweak says, "You will always be young."

Taeja Kim ☠ Jörmungandr (jormungandr) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-08-28 14:37:00

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amphitrite, aphrodite, ares, fenrir, harmonia, inari, jormungandr, mikaboshi, poseidon, sigyn, urdr, zeus

Who: Adam, Alex, Mo, and OPEN.
What: Pax party at the club. Porcelain & The Tramps opening for Soho Dolls. Also, free booze til midnight!
Where: Carfax Abbey.
When: 10 p.m. until.
Warnings: Likely MA:LSV. Go nuts, kids.
Notes: Party post! You know the drill.

Carfax Abbey was a recent arrival in the neighborhood, but Adam recognized it from the street. His co-workers had already responded to at least two calls issuing from the club; though only the barest details and description had been forthcoming, the place was already establishing itself as a potential hotbed of activity, not all of it good. That did little to keep Adam away, though, particularly given the bill for the evening. It was a respectable early lineup for any potential haunt of his, and reason enough to break out top hat and tuxedo coat and try a thick new eyeliner, black as sin. He felt comfortable in this unlikely ensemble, as if he had slipped back in to his own, real skin and shed something less honest in the process. As they slipped through the doors there was a lightness in his step that had not been there before, a sort of languid confidence he rarely wore in daylight hours. Here he was among kindred spirits, their fishnets, corsets, electrical tape and RAF goggles thoroughly separating them from the mundane patrons come for the alcohol alone.

Neither band had taken the stage, but the house DJ was already putting every effort into filling the room with heavy bass and screaming industrial samples. "Seats first," he said, leaning down, his lips pressed to Alex's upturned ear. "Close as we can. Drinks after. Okay?"

Alexandria nodded, staying close to Adam, though she was keeping an eye out for Momoko. For her part, she hadn't been out and about in too long - she couldn't quite remember when the last time was - and she'd been enthusiastic about the idea of getting a bit dressed up. As it was, her hair was twisted up into thick-coiled buns high on her head, her eyes swathed in thick, dark makeup and purple metallic false eyelashes, with red, red lips contrasting her pale, pale skin. Her corset was also purple, and complemented her black tulle skirt, which was nicely complemented by her purple fingerless opera gloves. A number of silver necklaces adorned her throat, and silver buckles adorned the knee-high platform boots she wore from the ankle up. It was a departure from her usual, quite respectable, daily office wear, and though she could add her own personal touches a little more freely at the university, it was only nights like these when she could really go all out.

Once they found a suitable spot, right up close to the stage (thanks to Alexandria winding through the crowd rather expertly), she said, "All right, who's going for drinks?"

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miaiphonos
2010-08-29 03:15 am UTC (link)

Simon's idea to call a cab had been a wise one - Samuel was sure of this from his first steps into the nightclub. The sheer amount and variation of skin scandalously attired or unabashedly bared was intoxicating on its own. The promise of free liquor for nearly two hours was icing on an already lovely cake. "I don't know about you," he said, casting a long and satisfied glance around the room, "but the music is a small price to pay for this view."

He lingered by the door, though whether he was waiting for his newfound acquaintance's response or simply sketching out a game plan was unclear. He had made no effort to dress according to the code of the apparent regulars, having hastily chosen a flatteringly fitted black tee shirt and dark denim jeans. Still, he did not stand out, exactly, as the lure of an open bar appeared to have drawn a number of atypical patrons. "Alright, Simon," he said, tipping his head toward the bar. "Might as well get a few drinks while the Hot Topic kids are angling for the best seats. You game?" In a moment he was cutting a path through the crowd, leading Simon on as he shouldered the milling clubgoers aside.

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passionbound
2010-08-29 03:19 am UTC (link)

Simon was only a few steps behind him as they entered the club, a brow arching at the sound of the music that hung in the air. No, not exactly his taste in music, but he could survive. Glancing to the side at the sound of Samuel's voice, Simon couldn't help but let out a low laugh, making an affirmative sound in answer. "Or something like that," he said lightly, hands shoved in the pockets of the dark denim pants he had donned, dressed similarly to Samuel but with the addition of a dark blazer. It was likely a bit too clean cut for the atmosphere, but really, how did anyone stand buckling so many buckles and applying makeup? He didn't have the energy or money to do that.

"Let them have the best seats, I'll settle for a drink or two." So he was close on Samuel's heels as the other led the way through the club, angling his body this way and that to make it through the space left in the other man's wake.

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At the bar

king_of_gods
2010-08-29 04:16 am UTC (link)

Wow. WTF? A place like this was down the street? And what kinda place was this exactly? How did these people know how vampires and Victorian outcasts, opium renegades, absinthe chasers and witch hunters dressed in the Big Bang Wish I Was There Era? As he googled this interesting fascination of fashion on his iPhone he came upon a picture of some hypnotically creamy white brunette in a lace-back corset, hah, he thought to himself, no one here's gunna look like that. And then, like a fallen absinthe chasing, witch hunting, opium renegading Victorian outcast, his vampiric mind's eye's love toy just so happened to resemble the bartender.

... score.

Vince strode through toward the bar as if he owned the entire building, slapped the bar top and announced. "Hello, boys!" to the two men already seated there. "Time to make them regret giving out free drinks? Oh yes. I think so." he pretended to talk into the collar of his white, crisp dress shirt. "Yes, drink until you can't feel feelings anymore, copy that."

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miaiphonos
2010-08-29 05:16 am UTC (link)

Samuel's brow quirked a high arch, his eyes cutting over to the enthusiastic newcomer. If nothing else, the man looked apt to provide a few minutes' entertainment, and his plan for the evening appeared to mesh quite well with Samuel's own. As the bartender slid his drink to him - a fine reserve whiskey, neat, and generously poured - he raised his glass in mock toast. The niggling sense of familiarity he felt he chalked up to the event itself; like as not he was another Pax resident, someone Samuel had bumped into countless times while checking the mail or holding the elevator doors. Surely there was no more to it than that. As if to convince himself further, or perhaps to dismiss the sensation entirely, he uncharacteristically initiated introductions.

"Sergeant Samuel Wolfe," he said, flashing a brief, bright grin. "Pleasure to meet you. And since I'm off duty I have every intention of carrying out that particular order. Simon here was even smart enough to mention getting a cab, before I walked out the door keys in hand."

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Re: At the bar

i_sea_you
2010-08-29 12:11 pm UTC (link)

Paul hadn't been to a place like this in quite some time. He was more outgoing in college, attending numerous parties and even hosting them, but lately he had been more of a shut-in. And had been content to be accompanied by The Discovery Channel on Saturday nights.

But in all actuality, he was kind of tired of that. So now was the perfect opportunity to get out and socialize a bit. He didn't want anything ridiculous to happen. He just wanted to drink and hang out with people from the building - and he wanted to see Cassie again, of course. Their date had went so well earlier that day.

Paul recognized everyone at the bar, surprisingly, so he headed over there to see if they had room for one more. "Evening, fellows," he said, smiling at them all as he slid in next to Vince and ordered a gin and tonic. Liquor before beer, you're in the clear! Or something. That was probably a load of horseshit. "Drink until you can't feel feelings anymore? Wow, that's deep."

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By the stage

obakemono
2010-08-29 03:44 am UTC (link)

Someone hadn't murmured their devotional, wide and watery-eyed prayers to the gloomy side of the moon and the graces of the kami if this one was able to campaign with an isolated dangle, undetected and prying, out of the prison building she lived in and swing down the street from a hopeless hook. The velvet shadow didn't listen to the music that was going to be playing, nor did she like in particular the humid company of many bodies in one place, voices, vices, and opportunities for the trouble that, like a whistling of death and a spindle-story of secret sonatas, followed her around like a maniacal admirer. When she thought about it, the trouble lately wasn't half as bad as the kind she'd had her claws in as a kid...

Maybe it wasn't all that bad, then.

Although not managing to put much effort into what she wore, there was an old forgotten pink dress that she'd lucked upon years ago in a thrift store that more than suited the occasion. It also gave her a reason to try to behave. A strange result of the innocent hue of the dress was that it made the looks she threw shatter less dirtily, her eyes appear minimally dead and sinful, her mouth seem unforgivably harmless...

Cat-lined and shimmer-soiled, the marionettes made-up vivid eyes arrowed straight for her friend instantly, and pushing through tall crannies and steam punk nooks, she made it there without having to kill anyone for touching her. Tossing Adam a look; that was Adam, right? she spoke, "You look beautiful." in a raised voice by Dria's ear to drop her a compliement as a hello. Right as the drinks were mentioned.

"I'll help get them." stringed in the lush.

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Re: By the stage

jormungandr
2010-08-29 05:01 am UTC (link)

Adam nodded, looking up to their new arrival. Introductions of a sort had been made earlier via text, and for the moment, at least, it seemed no further greeting would be necessary. He leaned down to Alex, needlessly confirming her drink preferences. A quick glance to the bar turned up a single, narrow empty space; it was to this opening Adam turned his steps, gesturing for Momoko to follow behind. The press of people was close, but he slipped through them all the same, a small path opening the farther away they moved from the stage.

"Good to meet you," he said at last, glancing down to his companion as they reached the crowded, liquor-smeared bar. He was careful not to brush too close, fearful of the damage it might cause to his impeccably cared-for attire. "Thanks for the help."

Ordering proved a largely painless affair. The harried bartenders flitted from one patron to the next as their own whims demanded; soon enough one slight young woman took notice of the pair at the end of the bar. She took their orders and attended to them quickly enough, and soon they were winding their way back to their table, and to the thumping bass beyond.

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Re: By the stage

obakemono
2010-08-29 07:59 pm UTC (link)

A nod of her chin was slung dancingly at Adam's introduction, a miniature smile. It was cordial and not plastered, genuine. She just wasn't too talkative yet. The phantasm seemed always on high alert, but her company would soothe that, she was certain.

"Tequila." requested the lace puppet to the bartender. Mo wasn't in the mood to make this dance a slow one. She wanted the hardest, fastest ticket to oblivion possible. One shot was taken at the actual bar itself, burning and heavily slithering down her throat, and she almost screamed it felt so nice; instead she girlishly squealed. Smile number two given to Adam was much broader after that.

The rest of the remaining drinks that Adam couldn't grab, she wired in her loops. They put down in the center of their table. Before she could further say hello to Dria, some guy thought it'd be a good idea to compliment sin's hair by touching it... to which she responded by spitting her gum at his chest, as if it were an appropriate reward for his 'kindness.' He walked off with a scowl.

A "Sorry." was aimed at Dria and Adam. "Automatic."

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Re: By the stage

urdr
2010-08-30 05:15 am UTC (link)

Alexandria smiled at Mo and whispered a returned compliment that likely got lost in the bass. While she waited for her and Adam to return with drinks, she swayed to the background music that was playing while the crowd waited for the band. It was a favorite of hers, and she couldn't help the half-smile it evoked. The smile seemed to earn the attention of one of the concert goers, who came over with a little bit of a leer, trying to have a conversation with her cleavage (not usually a problem for her, but it was a good corset). She shut down then, crossing her arms under her chest, shifting away from him, and mumbling one word answers until Adam and Mo came into view, who seemed to discourage him enough at least to step away.

Relieved at their return, she smiled at them until she saw Mo spit her gum at some guy, and her eyes widened before she shook her head, smirking.

"No need to apologize," she said. "The natives are restless tonight. Open bar's brought in sort of a douche factor, it seems." She frowned in the direction of where her harasser had gone. "How's the bar?" she asked.

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Re: By the stage

jormungandr
2010-08-30 12:25 pm UTC (link)

"Packed," Adam said, glancing over his shoulder at her retreating suitor. He noted Mo's method of dissuading undesirables from edging too close, wondering if it might prove useful - though still remarkably off-putting - as the night wore on. He leaned down to the table, sliding the glasses he'd procured across its already scarred and worn surface. With a frown and a scathing look of his own he managed to coax another patron into removing their foot from the chair he had claimed; he pulled it close beneath their table, perching himself at the edge of the seat. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

He sipped idly at his own ice water as he looked around the crowd, attempting to guess at how the show itself might go. The better part of the patrons seemed already into the music, and if there were a few small clusters of the aforementioned douches, they seemed easily enough to avoid. Adam recognized a few from his short time at Pax, and wondered if Naea had decided to turn up after all. "Anyone else you two are keeping an eye out for?" he asked. "We really don't have room up here, I guess, but if you want to say hi to someone I can watch the table."