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Jul. 19th, 2011
Who: All those who go bump in the night
When: After 10pm
What: The Benefit
Where: The Hidden Door
Planning for an event like this usually took months, if not a year, or two. There were so many details to take into account, to organise. It wasn't something you just did on a whim. So, when the idea had struck her, it would have made more sense to have it pushed back, likely into the new year. However, it had seemed like a brilliant idea to host it at her new club, which was also scheduled to open tonight. In the end, it had made the most sense, the place had security like no other club in the city, and it was hidden away from human eyes. Just what they needed at a time like this. There would be no muggings, bombings, or general harm done to the patrons of this club. That was the goal. Parking was not permitted on the street. The guest were instructed to either have a driver escort them, or to take a taxi. Different times had been placed on the invitations, that way, there wouldn't be an absolute mob of people waiting outside to get in. That wouldn't be difficult to miss, and as little attention needed to be drawn to this event as possible. If word got out, and she suspected that it had, it always did, then this would be just where those human rights groups would want to hit. Imagine, all the supernaturals in the city, gathered in one location. It would be killing a flock of birds with one stone. That was why the place, the block, the street was crawling with weres, all policing the area, making sure that nothing odd was happening any where near the club. Thankfully, the wolves had a nose for trouble.
Benefits were old hat to Vivian, she threw them every so often, to raise money for the politicians the Visigoth owned, or for charity, or to tempt new investors. There was always a reason for one, but this time, it seemed more close to heart, than ever before. With the help of the EVC, the money that was raised tonight, would be the start to a companion for equal rights for all supernaturals. Not just vampires, it wouldn't be right for one race to make demands, and not also provide the others with a voice as well. Tonight was for all of them, which was why no one, aside from human occupants of the city, were excluded from the list. The list was an invisible one. It came down to a pair of weres posted at the front door of the textile factory. They would be able to smell what race was approaching, and all you would need was a nod of approval. However, there were going to be some supernaturals who brought along dates, snacks of the human variety, they would be marked, and carefully watched through out the night. If something happened, the supernatural they accompanied would be held responsible, and from what she heard, the EVC wasn't taking chances anymore.
"Have many guest arrived?" Vivian stood at the mirror of the ladies room, a female were posted at the door, decked out in the usual Visigoth fashion."A hundred, or so, Ms. Roth." The number was going to grow rapidly, and the Retro Mod themed club would begin to fill up. Originally, she hadn't known how to decorate the place, it had to be different from all of her other clubs, it couldn't be of the same design. Thankfully, the decorate that she so often worked with had an idea. The first had been to design in like an old hidden American Speak Easy club from the 1930's, back when it was illegal to serve alcohol in any establishment. It had been a fine idea, but the art deco lines had been too played out, too repeated in other places around Amsterdam. Vivian wanted something fresh, something that you wouldn't expect, or that would surprise you. So, the Mod lounge had been born. It was perfect, and she felt as though Andy Warhol, or James Dean would have been right at home inside the place. The bar was stacked with bottles, and glasses, the dinning area had food from the most lavish restaurants in all of Amsterdam. The dance floor was smooth, and inviting, the little stage set for the band that would be gathering on it in less than an hour. For now, Jaida's favorite demon dj was providing the place with atmospheric music to set the mood.
"It's perfect. Absolutely perfect." Smiling, she linked her arm with Dom's as the two strolled through the club. There old were would be her personal body guard for the night. Staying close to both she, and Jaida. "Are you impressed, Dom?" He gave his head a little nod, the corner of his mouth turned up just so. That was the most praise she was bound to get out of him, and she knew it. Still, it was better than nothing at all.
When: After 10pm
What: The Benefit
Where: The Hidden Door
Planning for an event like this usually took months, if not a year, or two. There were so many details to take into account, to organise. It wasn't something you just did on a whim. So, when the idea had struck her, it would have made more sense to have it pushed back, likely into the new year. However, it had seemed like a brilliant idea to host it at her new club, which was also scheduled to open tonight. In the end, it had made the most sense, the place had security like no other club in the city, and it was hidden away from human eyes. Just what they needed at a time like this. There would be no muggings, bombings, or general harm done to the patrons of this club. That was the goal. Parking was not permitted on the street. The guest were instructed to either have a driver escort them, or to take a taxi. Different times had been placed on the invitations, that way, there wouldn't be an absolute mob of people waiting outside to get in. That wouldn't be difficult to miss, and as little attention needed to be drawn to this event as possible. If word got out, and she suspected that it had, it always did, then this would be just where those human rights groups would want to hit. Imagine, all the supernaturals in the city, gathered in one location. It would be killing a flock of birds with one stone. That was why the place, the block, the street was crawling with weres, all policing the area, making sure that nothing odd was happening any where near the club. Thankfully, the wolves had a nose for trouble.
Benefits were old hat to Vivian, she threw them every so often, to raise money for the politicians the Visigoth owned, or for charity, or to tempt new investors. There was always a reason for one, but this time, it seemed more close to heart, than ever before. With the help of the EVC, the money that was raised tonight, would be the start to a companion for equal rights for all supernaturals. Not just vampires, it wouldn't be right for one race to make demands, and not also provide the others with a voice as well. Tonight was for all of them, which was why no one, aside from human occupants of the city, were excluded from the list. The list was an invisible one. It came down to a pair of weres posted at the front door of the textile factory. They would be able to smell what race was approaching, and all you would need was a nod of approval. However, there were going to be some supernaturals who brought along dates, snacks of the human variety, they would be marked, and carefully watched through out the night. If something happened, the supernatural they accompanied would be held responsible, and from what she heard, the EVC wasn't taking chances anymore.
"Have many guest arrived?" Vivian stood at the mirror of the ladies room, a female were posted at the door, decked out in the usual Visigoth fashion."A hundred, or so, Ms. Roth." The number was going to grow rapidly, and the Retro Mod themed club would begin to fill up. Originally, she hadn't known how to decorate the place, it had to be different from all of her other clubs, it couldn't be of the same design. Thankfully, the decorate that she so often worked with had an idea. The first had been to design in like an old hidden American Speak Easy club from the 1930's, back when it was illegal to serve alcohol in any establishment. It had been a fine idea, but the art deco lines had been too played out, too repeated in other places around Amsterdam. Vivian wanted something fresh, something that you wouldn't expect, or that would surprise you. So, the Mod lounge had been born. It was perfect, and she felt as though Andy Warhol, or James Dean would have been right at home inside the place. The bar was stacked with bottles, and glasses, the dinning area had food from the most lavish restaurants in all of Amsterdam. The dance floor was smooth, and inviting, the little stage set for the band that would be gathering on it in less than an hour. For now, Jaida's favorite demon dj was providing the place with atmospheric music to set the mood.
"It's perfect. Absolutely perfect." Smiling, she linked her arm with Dom's as the two strolled through the club. There old were would be her personal body guard for the night. Staying close to both she, and Jaida. "Are you impressed, Dom?" He gave his head a little nod, the corner of his mouth turned up just so. That was the most praise she was bound to get out of him, and she knew it. Still, it was better than nothing at all.
Jun. 30th, 2011
Who: Cat, Delphine, Felix, & Wes
What: Family Dinner
When: Dinner Time
Where: Venizelos home.
Delphine hadn't been paying attention to the news when Felix had called her into the living room of her small apartment that morning. She'd been busy making him pancakes, because she wanted pancakes, and he wasn't going to complain about it. The news was upsetting, but it was over in London, not in Amsterdam. She wasn't stupid, but she still had that feeling that the problem was far far away. After the statement was done, she picked up the remote and changed the channel. He didn't need to see that sort of stuff, not that way. Despite the fact that it had been a female were that had been attacked, she was more worried about Felix's well-being than her own. That was probably why she'd decided to take him home to her parents that night instead of keeping him. She'd left him alone a few nights ago and now felt guilty over it.
Later that day, both the kids were on the doorstep of the home. She had a bag tucked in the crook of her arm, with a bottle of wine in it. Mom probably already had some in the house, but it never hurt to bring extra. It especially didn't hurt when she could legally purchase it in this country. Europe was a wonderful place, not that she got shit-faced often. In fact, she preferred to not drink that much. For someone who enjoyed other people in control, she liked to be aware of herself and her decisions enough to witness the fruits of her labors.
Reaching down toward Felix, she straightened out his collar and smoothed his hair. She said she'd bring him back nice looking and she had to make sure she kept her word. He didn't look like a hobo, but it was a little naggy thing she did. Part of it was because she was his big sister. The other half was because it annoyed him. She ignored any fussing he might have done and rung the doorbell.
What: Family Dinner
When: Dinner Time
Where: Venizelos home.
Delphine hadn't been paying attention to the news when Felix had called her into the living room of her small apartment that morning. She'd been busy making him pancakes, because she wanted pancakes, and he wasn't going to complain about it. The news was upsetting, but it was over in London, not in Amsterdam. She wasn't stupid, but she still had that feeling that the problem was far far away. After the statement was done, she picked up the remote and changed the channel. He didn't need to see that sort of stuff, not that way. Despite the fact that it had been a female were that had been attacked, she was more worried about Felix's well-being than her own. That was probably why she'd decided to take him home to her parents that night instead of keeping him. She'd left him alone a few nights ago and now felt guilty over it.
Later that day, both the kids were on the doorstep of the home. She had a bag tucked in the crook of her arm, with a bottle of wine in it. Mom probably already had some in the house, but it never hurt to bring extra. It especially didn't hurt when she could legally purchase it in this country. Europe was a wonderful place, not that she got shit-faced often. In fact, she preferred to not drink that much. For someone who enjoyed other people in control, she liked to be aware of herself and her decisions enough to witness the fruits of her labors.
Reaching down toward Felix, she straightened out his collar and smoothed his hair. She said she'd bring him back nice looking and she had to make sure she kept her word. He didn't look like a hobo, but it was a little naggy thing she did. Part of it was because she was his big sister. The other half was because it annoyed him. She ignored any fussing he might have done and rung the doorbell.
Aug. 12th, 2010
Who: Wes and Cat
What: Living the rockstar lifestyle
Where: Backstage after Wes' show - Amsterdam
When: Late....or is it early?
No matter how many times she’d seen him play over the years, no matter who else was up there on stage with him, Wes never ceased to amaze her. There were few things in life better than watching someone you cared about do what they love – and there was no doubt in her mind that there were few things he craved more than time under those lights. Sometimes it was strange for her to think that after all this time, she was still the girl waiting for him to finish his set, she was still the one there to cheer him on. They’d certainly had their moments together, been through the worst times and those moments that had been better than she’d ever dreamed, but it was nights like this that made all of that feel like it was light years away. Tonight was meant for letting lose and having fun, for enjoying one anothers' company.
Beyond the stage, the club was packed to the rafters with sweaty, writhing bodies just itching to rock out to what the band was throwing at them. From the moment Wes and his crew had taken the stage, they’d had the audience in the palm of their hands. The lights had dimmed above that sea of people, the air thick with smoke and a whole bevy of illegal substances, and everyone was looking to have a good time. Cat had been running a little bit late, having missed the first song of two of the night, but that tended to be the case when you had to make sure to out-dress every fine young thing that would be eying what was yours for the rest of the night. Besides, it was hard to stay on time when you had a young son to feed and find a babysitter for – something that being on tour all the time didn’t necessarily make easy. Thankfully things managed to come together, as they usually did, and by the time she got to the club, Cat hadn’t missed all that much. The crew knew her well enough by now that she was able to slip right in the back entrance of the club and not have to mess with the security guards watching the front of the place. Shrugging out of her jacket, she tossed it into Wes’ dressing room, running a hand through her hair to settle it into place as she headed out to somewhere she could actually get a glimpse of the stage.
“Hey Cat,” one of the roadies greeted her with a smile and a nod towards the private bar, “you want a drink?” The offer couldn’t have made her more grateful – it had been a long day, alcohol and rock music sounded like the perfect way to end it. “Tequila sounds amazing,” she moved to set her little bag aside, watching as he poured her a shot and slid it over. “How long have they been on?” “’Bout half an hour, didn’t miss too much. They should be breaking in a little bit, cool off before they finish up.” Cat nodded for a moment before raising the little glass to her lips, tossing back the liquor. “One more?” she flashed a smile, “Then I’ll go over and watch.” There was just enough space between the edge of the stage of the crowd could actually see and the curtain that hid everything else that she could get the perfect view of Wes as he played. Tossing back that second shot, she tossed a thankful wink to the roadie and headed over to take in the rest of their set; one of the other guys in the band had a steady girl, one that Cat had gotten to know along the tour route, and she was already in attendance, dancing her heart out a few feet away. “I think I might be crazy, but they sound better than last night,” she admitted with a laugh, yelling to be heard over the driving rhythm as Cat came to join her. “I think you’re right. They look amazing, too.” Even after all these years, her physical attraction to Wes had never faded. If anything, it had only grown. “How’s Felix? Get him settled?” “You know him,” Cat rolled her eyes with a smile, “wants to come watch his dad rock out, not hang with the lame babysitter.” The youngest of she and Wes’ little brood had certainly become a well-known fixture on the tour – he tended to make people notice him. He still had a few years before she was going to let him venture into most of the places the band played.
It wasn’t until the set broke for a few minutes, to give the band time to cool down, that the two women stopped their little back and forth. Leaning over, Cat grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler, offering it up to Wes as he made his way off stage. “Here, hot stuff,” she winked playfully.
What: Living the rockstar lifestyle
Where: Backstage after Wes' show - Amsterdam
When: Late....or is it early?
No matter how many times she’d seen him play over the years, no matter who else was up there on stage with him, Wes never ceased to amaze her. There were few things in life better than watching someone you cared about do what they love – and there was no doubt in her mind that there were few things he craved more than time under those lights. Sometimes it was strange for her to think that after all this time, she was still the girl waiting for him to finish his set, she was still the one there to cheer him on. They’d certainly had their moments together, been through the worst times and those moments that had been better than she’d ever dreamed, but it was nights like this that made all of that feel like it was light years away. Tonight was meant for letting lose and having fun, for enjoying one anothers' company.
Beyond the stage, the club was packed to the rafters with sweaty, writhing bodies just itching to rock out to what the band was throwing at them. From the moment Wes and his crew had taken the stage, they’d had the audience in the palm of their hands. The lights had dimmed above that sea of people, the air thick with smoke and a whole bevy of illegal substances, and everyone was looking to have a good time. Cat had been running a little bit late, having missed the first song of two of the night, but that tended to be the case when you had to make sure to out-dress every fine young thing that would be eying what was yours for the rest of the night. Besides, it was hard to stay on time when you had a young son to feed and find a babysitter for – something that being on tour all the time didn’t necessarily make easy. Thankfully things managed to come together, as they usually did, and by the time she got to the club, Cat hadn’t missed all that much. The crew knew her well enough by now that she was able to slip right in the back entrance of the club and not have to mess with the security guards watching the front of the place. Shrugging out of her jacket, she tossed it into Wes’ dressing room, running a hand through her hair to settle it into place as she headed out to somewhere she could actually get a glimpse of the stage.
“Hey Cat,” one of the roadies greeted her with a smile and a nod towards the private bar, “you want a drink?” The offer couldn’t have made her more grateful – it had been a long day, alcohol and rock music sounded like the perfect way to end it. “Tequila sounds amazing,” she moved to set her little bag aside, watching as he poured her a shot and slid it over. “How long have they been on?” “’Bout half an hour, didn’t miss too much. They should be breaking in a little bit, cool off before they finish up.” Cat nodded for a moment before raising the little glass to her lips, tossing back the liquor. “One more?” she flashed a smile, “Then I’ll go over and watch.” There was just enough space between the edge of the stage of the crowd could actually see and the curtain that hid everything else that she could get the perfect view of Wes as he played. Tossing back that second shot, she tossed a thankful wink to the roadie and headed over to take in the rest of their set; one of the other guys in the band had a steady girl, one that Cat had gotten to know along the tour route, and she was already in attendance, dancing her heart out a few feet away. “I think I might be crazy, but they sound better than last night,” she admitted with a laugh, yelling to be heard over the driving rhythm as Cat came to join her. “I think you’re right. They look amazing, too.” Even after all these years, her physical attraction to Wes had never faded. If anything, it had only grown. “How’s Felix? Get him settled?” “You know him,” Cat rolled her eyes with a smile, “wants to come watch his dad rock out, not hang with the lame babysitter.” The youngest of she and Wes’ little brood had certainly become a well-known fixture on the tour – he tended to make people notice him. He still had a few years before she was going to let him venture into most of the places the band played.
It wasn’t until the set broke for a few minutes, to give the band time to cool down, that the two women stopped their little back and forth. Leaning over, Cat grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler, offering it up to Wes as he made his way off stage. “Here, hot stuff,” she winked playfully.