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.)

Current Mood: partylicious!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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!

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."

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.

"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.

In this place, it would be allowed to touch another man in affection; there will be no more stern and disapproving looks than there would be in Milliways.

Teja puts his arm around Charlie's shoulder; he is just the right height for that and fits by his side truly well.

"I shall not be worried," he says. "I shall say I am taken. But the light! The music! The talking throng! This is unlike all I ever saw, in my life, or after!"

There's a laugh in Charlie's voice as he tugs him closer gently, resting back against the wall. "Good." He kisses him quite possessively, smiling.

"You want to get a drink?" He touched the end of his nose to Teja's with a small grin. "Or we could stay this way, if you like."

Teja gives him a little, rueful smile.

"Let me have a short moment," he says, "to become used to the noise and light of this place; then we can fetch drink, but not with that which they call vodka in it!"

"Of course." He laughed lightly. "It's a different kind of experience, I know."

He likes nightclubs, though. Maybe if Teja gets used to them now, he'll be able to enjoy one in New York. Charlie can't help but laugh at the idea of Teja in the Down and Dirty. He'd been himself only once, and for good reason.

"The noise of a battlefield, the noise of a forge, the noise of a king's hall with a dozen Goth and two dozen Romans all speaking at once: - yes, that I am used to!" Teja says. "Also, the hum of voices, mingled with music, at the tavern at the end of the known cosmos. But this is very much different."

Pause, while he looks around, then back at Charlie. "What is it one does in such a place, as this?"

Axel's Heartday Party

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags