Dec. 21st, 2008

mogget_cat: (New Orleans)
Voices can be heard as the office door shuts.

"...rise to see you! How've you been? We've really appreciated your continued patronage, Felix, since your performance. Our averages have risen so much that we may have to expand soon." There's a laugh and the sound of two people taking seats. One of the chairs squeaks of leather, muffled slightly due to being behind a desk.

"I'm glad to hear I've helped. I've been bringing friends whenever I visit, and they've all agreed that it's a great place," replies the other, easily. "Which is actually why I asked to see you, today, really. I've a friend whose birthday is... well, today, and I was hoping to book the club for a party."

"That'd be grand, Felix; we'd love to host a party for you and your friends... but... when would this be?"

"Tonight, if at all possible." The tone of voice totally expects it to be possible.

"On such short notice..." the hesitant voice is accompanied by the sound of a mouse clicking. "We're booked all this week, I'm afraid..."

"How much are they paying for tonight?" The second voice is unconcerned.

The computer monitor squeaks as it's turned.

"I'll triple that if you'll call them and say there was a mix-up, that tonight was already booked, but that you'd be happy to work them in later."

"B-but they're long-time patrons- we have a relationship with their people and a reputation to uphold-"

"In addition to paying three-times the fees, which would go a long way to helping along that planned expansion, wouldn't it, I would make it so that all of my performances in the next six months would be exclusively held in your establishment. All we'd need tonight by way of staff would be bartenders and someone to take care of the music."

There is a long silence.

Followed by the sound of a phone being dialed. Pity that smiles are not audible.
mogget_cat: (New Orleans)
The door from Milliways connects to the entrance to a large dance club, lit in varying shades of greens, blues, reds and oranges. The ceiling is high and black, decorated with hanging swaths of vividly-colored fabric. A black bar with a line of matching barstools lines one wall, lit from above by candles, from below by colored lights hidden under the rim of the bar itself. It is certainly well-stocked with many types of alcohol, and with actual bartenders to dispense it.

Down a short, central stairway the room opens up into the main dance floor, the walls and floor lit from within by ever-shifting colors, as well as light streaming down from the lights near the high ceiling, co-ordinated to match the current colors of the floor and walls. To the right of the entrance are various sitting areas of couches and comfortable chairs, all lit by a combination of candle-light and the light from the colored wall-panels.

The night is young, the music is playing, and the party's just getting started.

(ooc: Party post! Mingle, thread-hop, have a good time! This post is open for as long as people want it to be, i.e. forever. ^__^!)

(ooc2: Azy says that if Axel abruptly disappears, it's because she's on satellite internet and there's a storm going on where she is. The interference might cut out her internet connection.)


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