five | [Location: Levi's Mansion] | got my boots on, the right amount of leather

[levilup.livejournal.com]

New Years Eve.

Levi is ready, decked out in his party suit, and a lot of makeup. He's just finished his preparations, and he's sitting in his living room, waiting patiently for Cordelia to arrive, and then the guests. Of course, the party isn't taking place in his living room. That's much too small for such a large event.

He's having a party in his basement.

His basement is huge, and he's decked it out in lights and such that he's hatched. All of it has a New Years theme, somehow; Levi's good at throwing parties, he knows how to decorate. The room is basically like a nightclub. It's dark, but clear of most beams and supports; there are couches and chairs, and a bar to the far end, stocked with just about every type of alcohol imaginable (as well as a few different types of blood). Here and there, there's potted plants and trees in clumps, as well as a giant throne, surrounded by those plants, further along on the back wall. There's also a large stage towards the middle, with a dancing space out in front of it. And right above the stage is a giant clock, which Levi had set up earlier for the countdown later that night.

As for music, he's got a whole playlist, just waiting to be started. It's a huge mix of things, from pop-y dance music to slow songs for the couples. There's a few setlists, of sorts, pinned to the walls and the bar.

It's about ten minutes before the party arrives, and Levi is waiting impatiently.



[[ooc: Vaguely organized planning post here! If there's a song you suggested and you want it to be played, it will be. Just handwave it. So yes! Have fun. :D

EDIT: Subthread labeled for the countdown to midnight is up! Grab your date and tag there for kissy tiemz. :3]

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[aintnoconvict]

Which was excellent as he wasn't entirely sure he remembered all the steps, at least in his head. His feet probably had a better idea, so he left the tricky stuff up to them and focused his attention on her.

"It is," Glitch agreed, shifted his arm for a more secure hold, and guided them into the rhythm. "Lots of new folks around. Ha-have you made more friends?"

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Drusilla kept up the rhythm, although she occasionally altered the steps to suit her own flights of fancy. It was almost as if there was no ground beneath her. Just air. Just air and sky.

"Oh, yes," she purred, "My daughter arrived."

Technically not hers - different universes again, their hosts playing wicked tricks with them - but still a Slayer. Still a beautiful Slayer with fangs. Everything Buffy was supposed to be, that was what she was. How could Drusilla fail to love her?

[aintnoconvict]

He kept up fairly well, perhaps not with her degree of lightness but certainly without toes being stepped on. Glitch wasn't quite sure which of them was leading any longer, but so long as they were enjoying themselves it didn't matter much.

At her news he grinned. "Really? That's fantastic, I'm happy for you!" He couldn't imagine what having family around would be like, but then he couldn't really imagine family, period. The notion brought to mind his friends, and for some reason a scorch mark on an otherwise pristine tablecloth. Another mystery from the wreckage of his brain.

"So she's staying with you, to keep you company?" Someone of flesh and blood would certainly be better than a doll.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Drusilla was very good at pulling the strings nobody else could see. They didn't notice that she was leading until it was too late for them to step back.

"Oh, she goes where she wants," the vampire explained, "She'll find me when she needs me."

And they'd paint the town red, they would.

[aintnoconvict]

And that worked out well, since for all his capability Glitch tended to thrive best under direction. Good thing he had it, too, as his half-a-brain was now preoccupied by a puzzle.

"She much be very independent, then," he said seriously. Drusilla looked quite young, so any child of her would logically be...a child, but he was learning that things weren't always what they seemed. It was too easy to let his eyes decide what his mind should believe. "And..yes, yes, I'm very happy for you. Reassuring to know that good things do happen here."

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

"All the clever girls are. Silly girls get plucked and wither, like daisies. They don't know how to fight."

Her tone was almost matter-of-fact, but her eyes glittered at the thought pretty girls withering when she pulled off their petals one by one with her bright red nails.

"I'll let you meet her, one day. You can go to the circus."