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Tweak says, "Lemme hold a dollah"

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

Entry tags:

eris, morpheus, nephthys, osiris, set

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.

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eristic
2011-09-27 04:30 am UTC (link)

Charlie was not happy.

It was late at night on a Monday, and usually she would've been up seven floors in Rylee's apartment, but she was still angry with him, thus ignoring his texts. And since he was being his usual self, he didn't push the subject, so nothing was settled. So here she was, stuck in her apartment, pissed off and with nothing to do. And now some guy was posting in the forum, something about free drinks at a place called CASKET - she'd seen adverts for it around town, and apparently it was a hit with everyone at Pax. Something about the owner of the club living in the building, but Charlie had never been one for details. So she decided to make it a night out - screw relationships, screw trying to keep shit together, screw everything.

She was going to get drunk. Very drunk.

After throwing on her usual outerwear (hell's angel's chick, nothing else fit her quite as well, though perhaps a touch less leather since only the jacket had once moo'd in one life or another), she called a cab and gave the driver straightforward directions to the club. Or at least as straightforward as she could make them, since the poor driver seemed to be an immigrant, and fifteen minutes of arguing with someone who barely spoke English proved to put the bar for entertainment quite high by the time she got to the damned club. It sure as hell was flashy, and not her usual kind of place - she always liked a hole in the wall, the kind of place where you went to get into fights just as much as you went to get drunk. But Charlie was always down for new experiences.

So she headed inside, unsure of who the hell had put up the forum invite in the first place; she'd figure that part out later.

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morphinedream
2011-10-01 06:21 am UTC (link)

Finally. Finally Dov was going out. He'd been in California for how-fucking-long now? He didn't even remember, but what he did know was that it was way too long since he'd had any real fun. His goal for the night? Wake up in the morning somewhere that wasn't home. Er... Whatever he'd call Elias' couch. Not exactly home, but it was good enough for now. In any case, he needed to end up somewhere else. Maybe that wasn't a good goal, but it seemed pretty damn good to him.

The place was called CASKET. Dov's first guess was that it was some kind of goth-y place - who else would name a place that, right? Free drinks were free drinks, though, and hey, he could appreciate a place like that once in a while, especially after as long a drought as this one.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket, Dov entered the club after a lengthy ordeal at the door regarding the authenticity of his ID. He was twenty-one, dammit, he'd thrown out his fake one months ago! To his surprise, the place wasn't full of goths at all. Thankfully. He would've stuck out like a sore thumb, eyeliner far from a look he ever rocked. Well. Once or twice. Did it count if it went on after he got drunk?

Immediately he headed to the bar, getting a beer to start himself off. From there, though, he noticed someone he hadn't exactly expected to see. Charlie? Without thinking, he waved her over, more out of curiosity than anything. Maybe she was cool or something, who knows?

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eristic
2011-10-02 10:49 pm UTC (link)

Charlie was well into her third drink and not even feeling buzzed yet. Alcohol tolerance be damned - but she was definitely going to give the stupid thing a run for its money. She'd just have to try harder. The club wasn't as bad as she'd been expecting; just a lot of low lights to give it more atmosphere and make it feel swankier. Why people needed to dress up the fact that they were there to get shitfaced was beyond Charlie, but as long as this chick wearing the leather bustier kept her vodka flowing, she wasn't going to complain.

And then there was her little brother! He waved at her, which Charlie took as an invitation. Walking wasn't hard, not yet at least, and taking her drink along for the ride, she approached Dov as she threaded through the growing crowd easily. There were some perks to being short and skinny.

"I'm sure if I was gonna play the big sister card, I probably ought'a kick yah outta here, but tonight I could not give less of a shit. Does Elias know yer here?" The question was a cursory one, and something she really didn't care about the answer to. For someone who she'd known less than a month, Dov was quickly becoming someone she felt comfortable around. It was similar in a way to how she felt around Cat and Elias - and if she were to compare it to Rylee, there was a similar sensation there as well. Just like she had known all of these people her entire life, despite their connections. Slamming back the rest of her drink, she brought the glass bottom of the cup to the bartop and energetically waved at the bartender for another one.

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morphinedream
2011-10-03 02:58 am UTC (link)

Dov raised an eyebrow at his older sister, taking another sip of his beer before smirking. "Seein' as I'm twenty-one I don't see any real reason for ya to wanna kick me out." He chuckled a little. "Shit, no. I mean I told him I was goin' out for the night but I didn't tell him where. I mean I'm an adult, right? I don't gotta tell anybody where I'm goin' at night." Since coming to California he kind of felt like a kid again, and he didn't like it. Elias was cool and all, but he missed his independence. At least back home when he was living with his mom, he didn't feel uncomfortable telling her where he was going. He supposed it didn't matter anymore.

"You ain't gonna tell him, are ya? 'Cause if you're gonna be a fuckin' snitch I'm just gonna go somewhere else." Laughing, he figured if he was going to hang out with Charlie tonight might end up differently than he'd planned, but hey, getting drunk with his sister could be fun, right? If she stayed cool, anyway. Lately he'd been getting along a lot better with Charlie - though anything was an improvement over his first impression of her.

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eristic
2011-10-04 10:43 pm UTC (link)

For the first time that evening, a smile broke out over her face - most of it was attributed to the alcohol she'd been guzzling, but Dov was definitely being amusing.

"Hell, yah don't look like yah should be in here, but whatever, I don't give a fuck. What Elias doesn't know won't hurt 'im," she replied, finally receiving her much desired drink. Ever since that night when she'd gone over to apologize, it was like a weight had been lifted between them; and, Charlie had to admit, it was an improvement. Rylee had definitely been right when he'd put into words the desire she'd had to still have some kind of family. The Ekholms had always been that for her, and probably always would, but there was something different about blood relations.

"What the hell are yah drinkin'? Fuck this place is ridiculous, the lights an' all that shit? Don't get what's so wrong with just a regular bar... Hell, can barely see yer hand in front of yer face in here," Charlie rambled on, perfectly content to scrutinize and judge the bar to which she had been sort of invited. Where the hell was that guy who said he would be buying the drinks?

"So are yah here 'cause'a that forum post, or do yah come here a lot? 'Cause I gotta say, this place is fuckin' snooty."

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morphinedream
2011-10-09 06:37 pm UTC (link)

"I look plenty fuckin' legal! The fuckin' bouncer was hasslin' me too. Kept sayin' he thought my ID was fake and shit. Thought this shit was supposed ta end when I actually turned twenty-one." Dov had been faking for years, but now that he was actually legal he thought somehow it was magically going to stop him from looking underage. He guessed that if he lived to be like, forty he'd get to laugh it up about looking way too young, but until then it sucked. "And yeah, I mean, I ain't a kid and Elias ain't my dad. I think I'm entitled to a break."

As much as he didn't think he quite fit in here quite yet - California was a lot different than what he was used to - he was truly (and quietly) thankful that at least Charlie had come around and stopped outright hating him. Getting tossed from her apartment the first night hadn't exactly left him hopeful, but she seemed cool now.

"Just beer. Ya know, for now. And I fuckin' know, right? Can't even get a good look at somebody. I've never been here before - just heard free drinks and thought I'd stop in, ya know? Can't say I'd come again."

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eristic
2011-10-11 01:47 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, me either. I like my bars to be a little lighter, so yah can see if somebody's comin' at yah. Pick a fight in here an' the whole place is liable to explode. Though..." She stopped before finishing her thought, something of a wicked smirk growing on her face.

Charlie wasn't about to pick a fight just yet, not when the evening was still plenty interesting. After all, this was a perfectly opportune moment to pick Dov's brain about his stay, whether or not he liked it here, and whatever other questions happened to pop into her brain.

"So, how're yah and Mr. Stone Face gettin' along?" She took a slight sip of her drink, her tolerance so high that she barely needed to grit her teeth against the taste of the hard liquor - whether that was a testament to skill or alcoholism was anyone's guess. Watching Dov with curious eyes, she leaned against the counter, for all the world looking perfectly comfortable even as she kept a wary eye out for those around her.

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obscurityfalls
2011-09-27 02:25 pm UTC (link)

Vanessa had spent twenty minutes ransacking her closet and her bedroom was now an absolute pigsty as a result. Did she dress up in a vintage dress, if so which one? She had tried on all of her favorite dresses, including the white dress from the 20's she had worn when she had gone out with Julian. It was her usual going out dress, elaborate and vintage, yet could be made to look casual and comfortable. However, they were going TO Casket, and in case they ran into Julian, she didn't want to be caught wearing the same thing, that would just look bad, so that was out. After that she had gone through and tried on just about every vintage dress she owned. Some were too fancy, some were too casual, some would be too warm in this California heat, and some she just didn't want to risk ruining.

After these twenty minutes, she picked up a black steel boned waist cincher and looked at it for awhile, wondering if it would work, and if so with what. After another dozen outfit combinations, Vanessa decided to go with an outfit that was extremely strange and different for her, blue jeans. She had exactly one pair of blue jeans, a dark indigo pair that was skin tight in all of the right ways and hugged every curve. She paired it with a black spaghetti strap low cut camisole. On top she put on the waist cincher, tightening it so that it gave her a flattering (and not freaky small looking) waistline, also making sure that she was able to breathe.

She fixed her hair, making sure it wasn't frizzy and out of control, a little makeup and she was good to go. Of course she had spent a little longer than she had wanted deciding what to wear, so she grabbed a little green purse quickly and darted to the elevator, trying to be quick in black and white high heels. "Sorry, I'm here now."

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of_laconism
2011-10-02 03:40 am UTC (link)

Benjamin had said forty-five minutes and he meant it, goddamnit! The result was an apartment that looked like an absolute disaster zone. Clothes that had just been unpacked were thrown on the furniture, clothes that hadn't been were on the floor, and the owner of all was about to scream--and then he caught, out of the corner of his eye, a hint of red lace.

The next few moments saw Benjamin channeling his inner groundhog as he literally dove into the pile of clothes and came up holding a pair of black jean shorts, the legs of which had red lace remnants sewn on the inside, giving the effect of undergarments playing peek-a-boo. Ben's smile nearly split his face.

When the young man sauntered out into the lobby, he was only recognizable as such to the observant and knowledgeable. The shorts he was wearing, only a slice of black and red showing under the hem of the semi-sheer halter that almost perfectly matched the lace in color. Invisible under the top was an ivory strapless tank, worn for 'modesty's sake.' The wedge sandals were a vibrant metallic gold that shone as brightly as the gold and bronze jewelery he'd mixed to finish the outfit (bronze to match the button and zipper on the shorts.)

He'd managed to calm the monster his hair had become into actual waves that looked as soft as they felt. The make-up was standard enough; a smokey eye look {mostly browns and copper with a hint of black near the lash that had come out looking vaguely Egyptian) that made his blue eyes look like they might shine under a black light. His lips and nails both gleamed, the former with gloss and the latter with clear polish, and Benjamin felt like a king.

A king with plenty of funds, or so a quick glance inside the black clutch he carried revealed. He fully intended to come back still in possession of the majority of said bills; not that he was planning to mooch off of his fellow apartment dwellers! That would be unspeakably rude. But if someone at the club should just so happen to be taken enough with him to offer a drink on them, who was he to refuse?

"Am I late," he asked as he exited the lobby and strode toward the cab and the couple waiting by it. Despite the confidence in his posture, Benjamin does feel a pang of worry that he's made them wait, and ergo cost them money. If that be the case, he'll make up the difference himself.

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obscurityfalls
2011-10-02 03:49 am UTC (link)

"To be honest, I just got here myself." Vanessa was very, very happy to see Ben, for once she wasn't the only one that would be dressed differently, over the top. She loved him instantly and her smile showed it. She made a mental note that she absolutely had to ask where he had gotten that outfit, especially the shoes, the whole ensemble was brilliant. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Vanessa." She normally would have reached out to shake his hand, but she did want to get to Casket and start drinking. There was a drink with her name on it somewhere in that club. She smiled Ben and Idris' way and let herself in the cab, scooting all the way over. "It's nice to see you again too Idris, how have you been?"

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counterbalance
2011-10-03 09:08 am UTC (link)

"You didn't have me waiting for long," Idris had said, grinning at Vanessa when she'd entered the lobby, looking her over with obvious, open appreciation. Strange to see her dressed down in comparison to the few other times he'd seen her. He'd asked if Vanessa would step outside with him, in order to speak to the cabbie and tell the man they'd be ready to leave in a few short moments. The driver had cursed vehemently in Italian, but agreed to wait longer nonetheless; Idris would make up for the wait later by slipping the man an extra set of bills. He was about to remark on Vanessa's appearance when the third member of their party stepped out of Pax, walking promptly in their direction.

Whereas Vanessa and himself were respectively garbed for an almost casual evening out, their neighbor was dressed to the nines right down to her--his--delicately applied make-up. Recalling a forum post from some nights past, Idris remembered the man's name. Funny thing, that; had their situation been different, Idris might not have realized the figure standing in front of them was male, unless by chance it all happened to be only a clever ruse, 'Benjamin' nothing but a masculine nickname. Regardless of the truth, Benjamin held his head high as if there were royal blood coursing through his veins, and he wore the clothes to match. He could call himself whatever he liked.

The cabbie waited impatiently, Vanessa had already gotten into the backseat, and Idris knew he was ready to get going, too. The night was still young and they could handle the small talk while on the way to CASKET. Hell, they were heading out to have some fun, and Idris had seen stranger dressed people in his lifetime.

"We almost left without you," he said with a laugh. "Benjamin, right? I'm Idris." Looking into the car, he gave Vanessa a quick, playful wink. "I'm doing great, and from the looks of it, so are you." He was flirting casually, so as to not upset the balance. Ultimately, he technically would be entering CASKET with not one, but two companions that, admittedly, were not hard on the eyes. It was a simple fact of life, and he looked forward to their arrival at the club. Being around Vanessa still felt natural in the queer sort of way it had before, and even odder was that Idris felt like he was getting the same vibes from Benjamin, whom he had definitely never met before. At least, not to his knowledge. Someone that looked like Benjamin did, well, they'd certainly be remembered more clearly.

Idris nodded towards the open cab door, implying Benjamin should take a seat to Vanessa. He'd then get in the cab himself, and they'd be at CASKET within a matter of minutes, traffic notwithstanding.

"Play nice, because I'm paying for the ride. Don't want our lovely chauffeur to feel snubbed."

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obscurityfalls
2011-10-07 09:58 pm UTC (link)

Poor Poor Idris traveling with two gorgeous companions, life was rough. As Vanessa looked at Benjamin, admiring his hair and greatly wishing she could get her hands on it and style it fifty million different fun ways. As she sat in the cab, she suddenly felt as if she had met Benjamin before. There it was again, that odd familiarity that she had felt with Idris, Audrey, and then Victor. Now Benjamin could be added to that list, and Vanessa was starting to be a little confused by it all. Like Idris, she was absolutely confident that she hadn't met Benjamin before, but she found herself fighting the urge to talk to him like she would talk to someone she had known for her entire life. "I think we can all play nice in here, especially if you're fronting the bill. Benjamin, I have to say that I absolutely love your hair. I'm a stylist and you really HAVE to let me do your hair one of these days, not cut, but style."

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of_laconism
2011-10-19 06:47 am UTC (link)

He certainly did feel.. not quite at ease, for with both was the feel of caution. Not danger; taxi or not, had he felt threatened Benjamin would have found or made an excuse to be elsewhere. But there was still the feeling of familiarity (and a certain heightened awareness of the other man's presence that Benjamin was entirely chalking up to biology) that lingered throughout the joking and light flirtation that marked the remainder of the short trip.

On arrival, Benjamin had only to wait a scant few moments before Idris had exited the vehicle and was offering a hand as though Benjamin were the lady he so often appeared to be. Perhaps there needed to be a clearing of the air on that matter; for now, he accepted the offered assistance. Being a gentleman, once he was outside the car Benjamin turned to offer his hand to the last member of their merriment-seeking party.

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obscurityfalls
2011-10-20 01:48 am UTC (link)

Vanessa gratefully took Ben's hand as she exited the cab. As they headed into the club, part of her did have to admit, that she was partially jealous of Ben. Here he was, not biologically a woman, and in her opinion he made a much more attractive woman than her. Vanessa didn't often find herself jealous of anyone, she usually turned it around. If she really wanted a woman's dress, she would simply ask where she had gotten it. If it was her makeup she liked, they would often share makeup tips and become fast friends. However tonight Vanessa simply smiled brightly, taking in this new jealousy feeling.

As they entered the club, Vanessa headed to the bar, trying to decide if she would start with a mixed drink or wine. Whatever she ordered first tended to be what she stuck with for the night. She turned to her companions. "What's your usual poison?"

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counterbalance
2011-10-24 05:30 am UTC (link)

The ride to the club was quick and painless, as was their entrance--though grand indeed the latter was, however small their party. The throng of people inside CASKET thrilled Idris on a base level, the air alive with the hum of conversation and live music, drinks never far from anyone's hand. It was a place where anything could happen, and very well might before the night was finished. There was something unusual about being among such a crowd with his companions, the touch of an almost memory prodding at the corner of Idris' mind as they picked their way through the crowd to order their drinks. Yes, good times for all were to be had, and perhaps also a little surprise to be revealed once the festivities were fully underway...

He vanquished the strange thought as he leaned on the bar counter, flashing Vanessa a grin. There was no time to waste on false, vague memories that had probably found their way into his brain from one of the various late night tv shows he watched. This was no sitcom.

"'Poison's' a bit strong of a word, don't you think?" He looked to the bartender, who waited expectantly for their orders. "I'll take a Black Velvet." Idris shot a glance to his and Vanessa's immaculately garbed acquaintance, giving him a smile, too. "What do you want? Remember, it's on me."

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of_laconism
2011-10-24 06:11 am UTC (link)

If Benjamin had been wearing something more masculine in the way of footwear, he would have swaggered during their entrance to the club. Something about the company he was in brought out an arrogant side of his personality that he could have sworn wasn't nearly so strong.

Thankfully, the strut he's forced to adopt instead comes off as more confident than cocky, neither of which is unusual for a situation like this. Much as he would prefer otherwise, being a man dressed thus can be a dangerous thing in these times, though perhaps not so much so as in his home state.

Enough time for brooding later, tonight is for taking his mind off his worries. Benjamin's return to the world of other people comes just in time to hear Vanessa and Idris' debate over terminology, one that he joins with a smile just too benevolent to be labeled a smirk.

"Actually she's right. Drunkenness is your body's reaction to a substance it isn't supposed to have." A look of thoughtfulness crosses his features as he ponders the question. "Soda for now I suppose."

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obscurityfalls
2011-10-24 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Vanessa had been about to say that poison was simply an expression, and Idris really shouldn't take things so very literally, when Ben made sure both of them knew that alcohol actually was harmful for you, and being drunk was in actuality a red flag being shot up from your body, letting you know that it would be wise to stop. "It may be a poison of sorts Ben, but I don't see why that should stop you from drinking it. We're not going to bite any time soon, unless of course that's something you want. Besides, we're all going back to the same place, so it's not like you will be abandoned here any time soon. Also, Idris is buying and it's really considered quite rude to turn down an offer for a first round, right Idris?" Vanessa turned to the bartender and ordered herself a Dewars and water. Part of her had wanted to order some fine scotch, just because she wasn't paying for it, but she also didn't want to take advantage. "My friend over here wants jack in his soda by the way, just a BIT maybe."

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counterbalance
2011-10-24 11:19 pm UTC (link)

The number of helpful informants around him tonight was astounding. Between Vanessa's wealth of knowledge and Ben's piping up, it was all Idris could do to bite back a laugh. And another thing--Ben was clearly of age to be in a bar, and yet he didn't want a free drink? That, too, was astounding. Idris arched a brow, studying the younger man for a moment longer before shrugging and glancing back to Vanessa. That odd feeling he had about the two of them was probably not going to go away any time soon, and so the quickest way to muffle it would be a pleasantly tipsy outlook for the rest of the evening. He wouldn't pass down getting drunk if he didn't have work in the morning. Buzzed or tipsy would have to do.

Nor would he pass down Ben drinking at least something that was slightly alcoholic. He agreed with Vanessa's urging, though the better part of him knew better. If Benjamin didn't like the drink, he technically could always order another.

"Well, don't force it on the guy, Vanessa," he drawled, giving her a pointed look of amusement. "We don't want to end up carrying him to his apartment." As they spoke, the bartender was efficiently putting their drinks together and placing them down in front of the right person. "So, Benjamin, Vanessa--what do you say about finding a table and getting better acquainted?" Idris took his drink from the counter and glanced about the room, spotting a sitting area that was yet free from other patrons. "Come on," Idris said, pausing to lean towards Benjamin slightly, "order something else if you don't like the soda." With a grin, he moved to the plush seats, intending on getting comfortable.

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