Axel's Heartday Party

[mogget_cat]

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.)

Comments

Greeting

[killitwithfire]

Axel's here, duh, it's his party, even he hadn't planned on it.

Come say hi to the birthday heartday boy?

Re: Greeting

[mogget_cat]

Yrael's certainly there, grinning and possibly looking a bit smug at Axel.

"Warm enough?" Silly question.

Re: Greeting

[killitwithfire]

Axel grins back.

"Yeah," he replies. "This is nice."

Re: Greeting

[mogget_cat]

"Glad you like it. We should come back again sometime. I'll be doing some gigs here this spring," Yrael grins. "You can show off to people who don't know to expect you to out-dance them."

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[killitwithfire]

Axel laughs. "That sounds like a good time."

Re: Greeting

[mogget_cat]

"I'll see that the music keeps up with you," Yrael says. "Even if it means that no one else can keep up."

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[gorgonfondness]

Like Mia was going to miss this.

She almost did, considering the club clothes that she had to choose from were questionable at best. Fortunately, she was able to find a fairly modest green cocktail dress. Still slim, short, and sexy, though.

"If it isn't tonight's honored guest," she says, giving him a hug.

Re: Greeting

[killitwithfire]

Axel returns the hug, and grins at her.

"Mia."

Re: Greeting

[gorgonfondness]

"Here, got you something," she says, holding up a bottle. "Pepperup Potion. It makes my ears steam for hours, so I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

Re: Greeting

[killitwithfire]

His grin brightens.

"Thanks, Mia," he replies. He examines the bottle, before slipping it into a pocket.

Re: Greeting

[gorgonfondness]

"You're most welcome. It took a little work to get, Draco and I have been so busy. His Premier ceremony is coming up and we've had work besides that. But I wasn't about to miss this for anything."

She looks down at her dress, a bit simpler than what the icon suggests.

"Well, came close just trying to find clothes for it."

Re: Greeting

[dancewaterdance]

Demyx is there, of course. He doesn't like Yrael, but they at least have the common ground of liking Axel so he can be civil for today.

Demyx kisses Axel when he sees him... Axel's friends don't care about their relationship, after all.

"Your present is gonna have to wait until later."

Re: Greeting

[killitwithfire]

Axel returns the kiss, and grins.

"I burn in anticipation."

Re: Greeting

[dancewaterdance]

Demyx makes a "Pbth." sound and sticks out his tongue at Axel. "You burn anyway."

He's not wearing the coat or gloves again, though the boots look a bit familiar under the tight jeans and bleeding heart t-shirt.

Re: Greeting

[killitwithfire]

"Yeah, I do," he replies. "I like this," he adds, his smile twitching wider, as he plucks at Demyx's shirt.

Re: Greeting

[ostro_goth]

Teja steps through and stops, amazed.

He has been to New Orleans before, to hear Yrael play, and to buy his own guitar -- but this is unlike anything he has ever known. Both music and lights are utterly unlike anything he knows.

Surely, not even Rome in its heyday has known such displays!

Re: Greeting

[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

Charlie just smiled at Teja; more specifically the look on his face. "Surely you've been in a nightclub before."

With his hands in pockets, he's leaning a hip against the wall, idly surveying the rest of the club. Looks moderately similar to a few he's been to. "Come on."

Re: Greeting

[ostro_goth]

Teja is still standing where he was, and making sense of what he sees and hears. Has this place been made to stun and confuse?

"Not in one like this," he says. He has to speak a bit louder than usually, to be heard.

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[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

"Welcome to a dance club." Charlie's still smiling, winding an arm around Teja's waist. "Don't worry too much if someone starts flirting with you. It's the general modus operandi in a club." He kisses his cheek.

This should be fun.

Re: Greeting

[mogget_cat]

Yrael, from near the bar, laughs at the look on Teja's face as he approaches the two of them.

"You get used to it after a while," he says, calling above the music. "Honest."

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[licensed-pro.livejournal.com]

"That's what I was going to say." Charlie smiles as he sees their company. "Hello, Yrael."

Re: Greeting

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, Yrael!" Teja says. "This is a truly amazing place that you chose. Not even the emperor of Byzantium can have had such a display of amazing colours in his palace, as this place for common men to enjoy themselves has!"

Re: Greeting

[killitwithfire]

"Teja!"

Axel grins, and waves from over near the bar.

Re: Greeting

[ostro_goth]

"Axel!" Teja says. "It is a year already -- astonishing, indeed!"

Re: Greeting

[killitwithfire]

"It feels like forever already," he replies. "Even though I still remember what it was like."