Malcolm Tucker (fuckitybye) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-12-31 21:46:00 |
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Who? OPEN.
Where? The night club.
When? New Year's Eve, into the early hours of Jan 1st.
What? PARTY.
Rating? Possibly high.
Status? Very open.
The opening of the nightclub hadn't gone quite as Malcolm had expected. For one thing, he seemed to have accidentally become a night club manager because these kind of things sounded like a good idea when you were half-cut. And he had really expected that Gilbert would be doing most of the public-facing stuff, while he skulked around in the background pulling the invisible strings. He wasn't used to being on the frontline. And he was rather nervous about it- there was something really off about the whole thing, but they'd promised the island a New Year's party, and for some reason, he felt like they really couldn't just call it off now.
The club was ready- they had an invisible bartender, a hell of a lot of booze, toilet roll, electricity and Grey was sorting the music. There really wasn't anything to worry about. Surely people didn't expect a personal greeting when they walked in the door- did they?
Grey was busy setting up, so Malcolm had propped himself up at the bar- the end nearest the entrance, just in case people actually did want something of a welcome. A little bit uncharacteristically, he was sipping on an orange juice. Perhaps because he felt like he was meant to be working, and he didn't drink at work. Once people started to arrive, he would relax and enjoy himself, but for now he pulled out his phone, sending Sam a quick text. That was comforting. That was familiar. He was tempting her with shots, but they were both fully aware what he meant- I can't do this without my perfect PA.
Now, he really just hoped that people would actually show up, or it would just be very embarrassing indeed.