The music is heavy on the bass, the kind you can feel deep down. It's not overwhelming but it's ever present. And, as always, there are very pretty people dancing for entertainment.
Kate Pryde is holding court and keeping everything in order, ready to step in if there are any problems, and Steve Rogers will be behind the bar, mixing drinks and adding to the atmosphere.
There are plenty of couches for conversations, and quiet corners. There are also booths for groups to talk, and private rooms upstairs. Those do need permission, but are great if you really hit it off and want to be alone.
This is an 18 and over event due to the nature of the Hellfire Club.
There is an expectation that nobody will get sloppy, and while people are encouraged to enjoy themselves they won't be overserved. Consent is important, after all, and impaired consent is not consent.
Nobody under the age of 21 will be served. We don't care if there's no drinking age in your fairytale kingdom, there is one in the Hellfire Club. Mocktails will be served for those who can't drink.
Wrong holiday.
But seriously. Mix. Mingle. Getting to know people is the order of the hour. This is a mixer for people to make connections - whether those be romantic or platonic. Sure you might not meet the love of your life, but you'll meet someone. Everyone who comes is encouraged to socialize with people. This isn't speed dating - it's certainly not organized that way - but it is a place for multiple social interactions.
Have conversations. Dance. Drink and be merry. Have a good time and don't dwell on the fact that you're single. Who knows? Soon you might not be.
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( TW: Mentions of Alcoholism )
» I think you should come over.
» There's something you should see.
» A good something.
» If that flare/pulse was you, I need you to get a grip of things.
» I do not have the mental capacity to deal with the shit that follows you around right now.
» So I'm relying on you to tell me that you have not been having fiery dreams.
One of you's going to take this bird brain off my hands or Night Vale's getting it's own Dinosaur BBQ.
By chance are you itching to spread your wings a bit? [...] Mechanical ones, I mean.
Does anyone know why I woke up this morning half naked, covered in bagels, next to an e-reader full of Harry Potter books?
If you haven't already initiated proceedings for a restraining order, I would just like to say that I am so sorry about whatever was going on with me last week.
I swear I am not usually like that.
Well.
I am not usually that much like that.