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Idris Khalid|| Σήθ (Set/Seth/Sutekh) (counterbalance) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2011-09-26 23:12:00

build them up brick by brick
Who: Idris, Benjamin, Vanessa, OPEN
What: Extending an ever so gracious offer to the other residents of Pax, Idris puts a small, elite team of desert and oasis dwellers together for a night out of debauchery, incest, and occasional sand storms casual drinks and companionship, courtesy of...well, himself. Hey, he's feeling nice. Roll with it, ladies and gents.
Where: CASKET
When: 10ish P.M., September 26th
Warnings: TBA, but drunken shenanigans and the such are bound to happen, I'm sure.
Notes: Egyptian family reunion? YES, PLEASE. I am all sorts of excited! 8D

Idris had grinned victoriously seeing that a few of his neighbors wanted to go out tonight. More definitely was always merrier. He would've been content to go by himself--it'd have been no skin off his back. From the way CASKET was advertised, Idris had no doubt it'd be an interesting night out regardless if he was alone or not. Finding good conversation was none too hard a thing to do, if you knew how to look for the right people. All it took was the right selection of words, a friendly countenance, and a drink in hand.

Planning on enjoying a few drinks himself while he was out, Idris made certain to call a cab before he went to meet up with the others who had eagerly agreed to his spontaneous idea. He'd clothed himself in a roughly casual manner, wearing a white dress shirt coupled with a simple pair of blue jeans and black Doc Martens to complete the look. He'd ran his fingers through his hair a few times in front of his bedroom mirror, adjusting it slightly, and then scrubbed his hands over his five o'clock shadow before deciding to leave it alone; it worked better for a night time look, and a little scruff never hurt anyone.

Slim black wallet in tow, resting comfortably in his shirt pocket, Idris whistled a simple tune as he rode the elevator down to the ground floor of Pax Letale. The lobby spanned out before him, and he was pleased to see that at least one of his acquaintances was right on time, waiting outside--the cab, as a matter of fact. Now, where were those who had said they'd be here in a precise forty five minutes? He was not irritated, merely impatient to get to CASKET and scope out new prospects.