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

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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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[info]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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[info]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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