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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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

"Oh please, spare me the cliché evil sales pitch," she rolled her eyes, not echoing the pleasant smile. She wouldn't let this get out of hand, though-- not here, at least. Thus, she kept her instincts and her rising pissed off-ness in check, looking the other Buffy in the eye.

"You wanna test me? I'm all in favor. But I am not ruining this dress. So how about we re-schedule?"

[fangy-summers.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I wasn't pitching evil. A lot of things underestimate you... I don't."

With the suggestion refuted, her vampire self wasn't about to elaborate. She did kind of want to see what they could accomplish together, but more along the lines of escaping from this place. Doing something about whoever or whatever had put them here.

In what form that could take, she didn't know, but it was a little frustrating, not being able to take any action.

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy... You approached me, remember? Hell, you even challenged me, not all that long ago. Then all you offer is... Anti-climax. We really are a tease, aren't we? If that's how you feel, though..."

Glass was raised, as if to give a mock salute, but the undead slayer drew in breath, turning it into a toast.

"To... Close confrontations of the rewarding kind."