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it's fashion, baby. ( fadulous) wrote in nevermore_logs,
Entry tags: 4chan, agrat bat mahlat, datura, envy, europa, fashion industry, ligea, vicodin
WHO: Fashion Industry & OPEN
WHEN: 8pm on the 25th
WHERE: The W Hotel in Times Square
WHAT: Fashion is holding a gala, and all are invited! Come one, come all!
WARNINGS: Probably swearing, drinking, shenanigans, potential saucy content.
NOTES: Please feel free to make your own threads, and specify if you'd like to keep them locked to certain chars! MERRY CHRISTMAS. ♥♥
It was their first gala in what felt like ages.
Preparation had been a bitch, but the decorating on the day of was more or less entertaining. There wasn't too much hired talent, not because Betsey didn't enjoy ordering people around, but because she had a white and silvery vision that only her hand could perfect. The studio was beautiful-- a quaint little wonderland that glimmered here and there. Fake snowflakes hung from the ceiling, fake ice lined the bar, and oh, the Christmas tree. It stood at nine feet tall and had required a step-ladder and four people to decorate, but it had come out simple, yet charming.
Buffet tables lined one wall with hors d'oeuvres that varied from spanakopita to deviled eggs to egg rolls, and upon the last table, delicious cakes and pastries beckoned. Somewhere behind the food, cocktail tables and comfortable stools had been positioned for those looking to sit with their drinks, but there was plenty of room to stand, sit (for the plush couches looked oh so tempting), and mingle. At the bar, a tall, blonde and gorgeous bartender was fluttering back and forth, handing out smiles, free drinks, and festive greetings. Mistletoe hung liberally throughout parts of the studio, and it was up to the guests to determine whether they had enough Christmas spirit to pay attention to them.
Betsey herself had made it explicitly clear that she wouldn't drink until a majority of the guests had arrived, and so she floated here and there like a good host while she entrusted Dom to the door. The pair had worked hard for this night-- they hoped everyone else would enjoy it, too.
4chan & OPEN
mootles
4chan was not giving a fuck. He looked passable, he'd even venture to call himself handsome, a pale, boyish face peeking out from an overwhelming black, a red tie fastened around his neck that he itched at like a teenage boy on prom night, anxious to get it off. Fresh out of the basement, and back into the world, he had some solace in both Rei-chan and Junko, which seemed appropriate, really, 4chan and his Anime and Manga were often inseparable.
But for the moment, 4chan was inseparable from his comfortable little bar stool that he'd so leisurely slathered himself into, elbows up on the bar, a specimen of bad manners and inexperience. He was delighted to find something to drink- a nice raspberry concoction, and took his time trying not to drool at the bartender. Fuck, he'd been running into more and more attractive people as of late. He wondered if this was a New York thing or a god thing, or...just his perception warping over time. Something like that. He wasn't going to think too hard about it.
However, there was still the issue with Tumblr, and her little cloud of pretention to deal with. He hadn't spotted her yet, but he kept a good look out over his glass for anyone that vaguely resembled her.
Still, there was that itch of not fitting in. 4chan wasn't a gala person. Maybe Anime was, or Manga, they were both beautiful, if not a little nerdy. There was attention there. But 4chan, was just the weird guy at the bar. Stuck somewhere between not giving a fuck where he was, and giving one too many, not wanting to act out and not being able to behave, he sort of hoped someone else would show up. Maybe just someone to step out and have a cigarette or something with. Did Anime smoke? He'd have to ask.
clear_toned
Ligea adored parties. She knew she'd have to keep her promise to her agent and do a little networking while she was there, but that didn't mean she couldn't have a ton of fun in the meantime. She'd managed to find a dress she really liked, and she'd done her hair and makeup so they showed off her features to their best advantage. But first, she needed something to drink.
Wandering over to the bar, she ordered a cosmopolitan, leaning against the bar while it was made. The man next to her radiated immortal, and it never hurt to be nice to those more powerful than herself. "Hello," she said, smiling at him. "I'm Ligea."
Something about her approach snapped him out of a miserably deep thought process, enough so that when she spoke to him, his teeth sort of clanked against the glass he'd been drinking from. Great start, that was. Still, he met her with what he could manage of a smile, setting his drink down where it hopefully couldn't hurt anyone. He looked her over, though it didn't take much to settle on the opinion that she was definitely attractive.
He made a move as if trying to loosen his tie- the stupid thing was just not cooperating- and grinned at her. "Hi. I'm mootles." he nodded, "You enjoying yourself?"
creativehashtag
Tumblr had been busy all day, helping Dom and Betsey decorate the location and dressing up for the party with Bijou. In the end, she'd decided to wear a black dress-- which vaguely resembled the iconic white dress Marilyn Monroe had once worn-- much to the delight of Betsey. But now she had nothing more to do than enjoying herself, which turned out to be difficult since she knew that 4chan would be there. Maybe it was silly, but he was the cause for her paranoia. All evening long, Crea had been wary and careful, thinking that sooner or later David would find a way to fuck up everything.
Yet, she hadn't seen him around until now-- which was a good sign, right-- and allowed herself a drink or two at the bar. Technically, she wasn't old enough to drink yet, but nobody really seemed to care about this issue. Halfway on her way toward the bar, she saw him sitting there. Crea thought about hiding or making herself invisible, but 4chan had most likely seen her already.
Tumblr/4chan. :D
Of course 4chan had seen her, hell, he'd been looking out specifically for her. Perhaps not for the same reasons she would have guessed he was. But a few more drinks later, and some awkward half-staring at her from the other end of the bar, he figured it was about time to slink on over, pulling himself from his comfortable bar stool, and surprisingly not grinning like an idiot the entire time.
He fixed his tie, and without missing a beat, pulled up in the stool next to her and ordered another raspberry whatever. He was stuck on the drink, apparently. Probably going to make himself sick if he didn't take it easy, but after that night out with Ate, well- he was somewhat used to having drinks siphoned into him.
He didn't even acknowledge the blogging website, acting altogether like she wasn't there, possibly waiting for her to freak out.
Tumblr/4chan
As Crea made her way to the bar, she was painfully aware of his stares, but she thought to herself that even worse than just going ahead and ordering something to drink would be turning on her heel and leaving. And she was so much better than that, right? So, instead of leaving, Crea held her head just a little higher and strutted to the bar like she would be the most amazing person ever -- which she was, of course.
She ordered champagne, which seemed to fit to her whole appearance that day -- classy and elegant. It took the barman a little to ger her her drink, since a lot of people were waiting for their drinks, too, and Crea sat on one of the barstools. She noticed someone taking the seat next to her and yes, Tumblr knew this voice. Why again had she gone to the bar even though she knew that 4chan would be there? Crea honestly didn't know.
For a while, she sat next to 4chan in silence, hoping he would get bored and leave, but apparently leaving was not his intention. He hadn't said anything to her, and with every minute, Crea felt more and more uncomfortable. Why couldn't he just go? "Having fun," Tumblr asked conversationally as if his presence wouldn't bother her at all, but deep inside she was nervous about what would happen next.
4chan looked over at her once, and then peered back down into his drink, swishing the pinkish liquid around in the glass. Their outfits sort of seemed to match, his head to toe black, and her black frills. The dress looked decent on her, and if he'd been more inclined, he would have told her so. Instead, he sat there and said all of nothing for a good minute or so.
And then, he whisked around like he'd just seen her, and grinned, giving her a little wave.
"Hey, Crea." he said, like he'd been saying it for years. Like they'd been friends for long enough for him to be excited about seeing her. "I was wondering where you were. Are you enjoying yourself?"
Tumblrchan
She noticed that they were matching, as well, and Crea didn't like it. People could think they belonged together. However, the blogging website had to admit that 4chan didn't look bad. In fact, he looked quite clean and presentable.
"Hey David," she said as he finally turned and greeted her. There was a hint of confusion in her voice. The fact that 4chan was being so nice to her startled Tumblr. Did something hit his head and made him a better person out of the sudden? She didn't think so, but decided to play along. "Here I am, obviously and I'm doing just fine. The party is amazing, don't you think so? How are you doing?" There they were, chatting like they were old friends.
Europa and Open
whenyouarefree
Despite the fact that she was going to school next semester, Europa was still aware that this was not an event she could afford to miss. She'd put on something she found would suit the occasion and yet be comfortable.
Ever since she'd run into Zeus though, she'd been hesitant to be in public, but she knew this wasn't a place he'd be able to hurt her in. She'd gotten herself a glass of champagne and sipped at it as she looked around. She saw a few people she knew, and could feel a bit of immortal here and there, but for the moment she enjoyed watching.
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Agrat & Open~
flameo
As soon as she saw the invitation to the gala, Agrat knew exactly what she'd be doing for the holiday. Try as she might, there was something about Christmas that stirred up feelings in the succubus that she hated to admit to having, so being around other people -- especially ones she didn't know all that well -- was a useful diversion as compared to being alone. Dressed in a white and black pencil dress with her hair loose and curled, she was in a feisty mood.
Taking a glass of champagne off a tray, she checked out the h'oeuvres for a moment before scanning the crowd. So far, she could see anyone who seemed all that familiar, but the night was young and so was she. Hopefully, if all went well, she'd end up finding someone to have a little fun with.
invidiousness
Envy had been at the gathering for a while. After some debate she'd gone for white instead of her stereotypical green, because she felt contradictory, and she felt it was rather amusing to wear white.
She'd felt the presence of hell when she'd been walking around, and she'd avoided it until she'd noticed it was Agrat. She had nothing against the succubi, keeping her squabbles with the lords of Hell, so with a smile she slid up next to the erstwhile Queen. "How lovely. Here I thought I was all alone."
Agrat had been wondering if Jack would be putting in an appearance at tonights' gathering, already attempting to work out how she'd handle things if he did, when she felt a fellow Hell-denizen nearby.
Smirking at Envy when she approached, Agrat nodded to the Sin. "As did I, but it's good to see a like-minded face around here. And might I just say that you look gorgeous in that dress?" The compliment was genuine, even if people wouldn't assume the daughter of lies was incapable of speaking truthfully. "And how are you this evening?"
"Of course I do," Envy knew a few things well and sparking jealousy by simple form was one of them. Already she could feel a select few given her glances, and she fed on it. "So do you," because it was only fair, and Envy was quite capable of giving genuine compliments. And keeping a Hell Queen pleased wasn't a hard task.
Her hands folded in front of her and she shrugged, "well. Everyone's always almost jealous of someone here. If it isn't style, it's appearance. If it isn't appearance ,it's money. Veritable banquet for me. I take it you have no desings to go home alone?"
Laughing -- well, more like cackling -- Agrat raised her glass in a toasting manner towards Envy. "Touché," she commented, shaking her head slightly. She should have known that the Sin would already be aware of just how good she looked, considering what she represented. "And thank you," Agrat murmured politely. She hadn't dressed up nearly as much as she could've, keeping things simple and tasteful since she preferred not to go all out unless she knew there was something worthwhile in it for her.
"Oh, I'm sure you're in your element here, what with the way the women keep eying one another and all the judgments flying through the air. And the men are just as covetous." The observation from the sin didn't surprise her. "Indeed, why bother going back to an empty house when my latest toy won't be there to greet me? Spending the night all alone is so... boring." There were other adjectives she could use, but boring seemed to fit best.
"I'll take your word for it." Envy wasn't one to take mortals home. They mostly annoyed her and sex wasn't a thing that was greatly desired or needed by her. She knew it was different for the succubi though. "And it is quite lovely. I love parties like this."
She scanned around to make sure no other hell denizens were her and was slightly disappointed she didn't see Pride. She'd have imagined this party woudl feed her fellow sin as well as it was feeding her.
Vicodin and/or Datura & OPEN (Pick one or the other, or both!)
takeyourpain
Datura & Vicodin arrived in a black car, Datura's arm linked through her nephew's, her head held high and a smile on her lips. Tonight, she was feeling so good, and she was determined to enjoy herself. A party sounded like just what the doctor ordered, and the both of them were glowing with bright charisma, and possibly a little bit of each other's drug.
They got drinks from the bar and made a slow circuit around the room, talking to the few people they knew, and the majority that they didn't. Vicodin loved people, loved talking to them and finding out what made them tick. And tonight was pretty much a night to just have fun.