mogget_cat | Axel's Heartday Party

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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Even aside from the dance floor, there's plenty of room to move around and meet people. Across from the bar is an elevated area with a multitude of comfortable couches and tables, perfect for a rest after dancing, for enjoying one's drink with friends, or even making new friends.

Yrael has claimed a spot on one of the couches, the panel in the nearby wall washing his white clothes a bright green.

Axel slouches into the couch next to Yrael's, in a rare break from his dancing.

"Hey, you can't do that," Yrael grins, comfortably. "I hired you as the entertainment, tonight."

Axel sticks out his tongue.

"I can too."

"Yeah, yeah," Yrael replies, sticking out his tongue in return. "I won't stop you. I'll just deduct it from what I'm paying you."

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah," he says. "I am. Thanks."

"No problem," Yrael smiles. "You're quite welcome."

"It's been a year, today. Everything working the way you want it to?"

It's not like Yrael hasn't been checking that everything is working correctly, himself, every so often, but he has to ask to make sure everything working to Axel's preferences.

"I think so," he replies. "You can't ever be sure of that kind of thing, I don't think."

There were some things he'd never expected. Like Demyx.

"Well, if you ever notice anything is off, or are curious about something, you know you can just ask me."

One likes to know one got things right the first time, but that doesn't mean one doesn't want to know if he might have gotten something a bit less than perfect.

"I will," Axel replies. "I promise."

Yrael sips his drink, then smirks. "I wonder what the Abhorsen would think of it, now that she knows I'm in the bar."

"It'd be interesting to watch her reaction," he muses.

"She actually drank something I gave her, at my last bartending shift," Yrael grins. "And didn't believe me when I said there was poison in it."

A good sign, in case he decides someday to poison the Abhorsen.

Axel laughs. He seems to be doing a lot of that, tonight.

"Not very smart of her. Maybe she was trusting the rules of Milliways?"

He smirks. "She said she would take me down the moment she felt anything happen due to drinking something I gave her, so I think she might have been trusting her reaction time and her ability to reach her bells."

Good luck with that.

Axel snorts.

"Underestimating your resources then."

"Prrrrrrrretty much," Yrael says, nodding slowly before sipping his drink.

"Lucky for her, I currently have more of an interest in keeping her alive and unpoisoned than I have in poisoning her and watching her die agonizingly slowly."

Quite a turn-around, really.

"But it won't always be that way. Will it."

Statement, not question.

"Certainly hope not."

It won't.

"By that time... Maybe she really will have lowered her guard."

"Maybe," Yrael says, with a daydreaming look.

It'll be fun.

"Next time, I should see how she likes Atlantean."

"That should be good."

"I tried to get her to try some when she first saw me at Happy Hour, but I suppose that was too early in the game. She wouldn't take it."

"Has anyone told her not to take free food or drink yet?" he asks.

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