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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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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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