12 [Location: Central/Josef's place] Party Post

[loveawkward]

Entrances had been made. The people of Taxon, some of them at least, had arrived. As the sun was setting and casting the room into shadows, the lights began to come up. Twinkling white lights on the balcony around the pool, mood lighting throughout the room to separate the loft into differing areas for different events. Light music played throughout the main room, though at poolside was a section set aside for dancing as well.

Pausing to overlook the affair, for a moment, Josef felt like he was still back home.

Well, minus the bevy of beautiful women offering up a vein at the snap of his fingers. He was still getting used to that loss, which hurt more keenly than most.

((ooc: Come one, come all. Feel free to set up your own posts or use the starter areas. Josef's place is a massive loft, with three separate rooms including a bedroom with an oversized freezer in it. There is also a rooftop pool area with a wide wall overlooking part of the city.))

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Dancing

[loveawkward]

By poolside there was a cleared dance floor. The music came from an electronic source that is likely controlled by the tablet of those that chose to fiddle with it.

...or ogling - whichever floats your boat, Bagoas is a happy camper

[thepersianyouth]

After a bit of trial and error, mostly involving jabbing fingers at the tablet (and then simply asking for assistance from the host himself), Bagoas finally finds a piece of music that speaks to him and his long standing love affair with drums and rhythm and musicality.

He leaves his bright red kaftan folded neatly on one of the poolside wooden lounge chairs; wearing matching trousers that reach to his ankles underneath, and a long-sleeved, form-fitting top that come to a stop at the lower edge of his breastbone, hugging his ribs and leaving his mid section completely bare despite the chill.

He gives Josef a mischievously demure smile, telling him he would do a poor job of dancing for entertainment if he was covered from head to toe.

Now he moves over the dance floor, hands and feet painted and bare, for once dancing solely for his own amusement.

[loveawkward]

That Bagoas was going to dance, and not ask Josef to show him there his kind of dancing, made Josef's night even brighter.

That was not his word for it as the caftan came off and Bagoas wore that delightful outfit. Not even playing things subtlety as he moved to lean against the wall to watch.

His pale eyes were bright with amusement, lips curled into a half smile. His toe tapped to the music, remembering the first time he'd heard Benny Goodman. He'd certainly been wearing something entirely different, and the mood hadn't been nearly as cheerful. Odd how being abducted was better than war.

Not a threadjack, just another admirer

[threelivesdown]

This is unexpected, certainly.

Selina watches, the champagne flute held lightly in her hand. If she were going to make a list of things she thought she'd see tonight, this wouldn't have been on it but she's pleasantly surprised. There is something about the movements and the expression on Bagoas' face that calls her attention.

[aintnoconvict]

Simply ogle? When this song is playing? No, no, never, it's impossible, so Glitch takes his slightly glittered and springy-haired self out on teh dance floor with a twirl and flourish.

And a smile for Bagoas of course, and for a memory of the ballroom that doesn't cause an immediate pang. He doesn't possess the younger man's pure fluidity but he does have his own grace and confidence, his own joy in movement and music.

or actually dancing.

[aintnoconvict]

There's a Glitch hovering by the dance floor for a portion of the evening. It must be noted that he's fairly close to the best there is at what he does, and what he does is kinda pretty.

That thing is of course dancing, and he's got a range from the waltz to the schottische to swing to...well, stuff probably best suited for a bonfire and a drum circle.

He likes dancing with people, any people, so no one be shy about asking.

[genequeen]

Dancing!

Maddy can do this! Or at least she can do this with Glitch because he taught her how to dance. Even just a little bit. She's got to relax a little bit, though, which she's having a bit of a time doing.

Dining

[loveawkward]

In one corner of the room was set up a buffet style dinner. He'd catered it the best he could with the money he had, and the availability in Taxon.

To one side was a cluster of tables and chairs for any that chose to enjoy.

Dining

[loves_bitch]

Spike is going to nibble because he can. He won't go for any of the things he usually loves because he is wearing a suit, after all. If he's going to ruin the suit, he's hoping it will be through something interesting and not just buffalo wings.

Dining

[bub_snikt]

"Not a bad spread," comes a familiar voice that Spike's not yet heard person.

"Just got here. Did I miss anythin' interestin'?"

Bar

[loveawkward]

In two of the corners are bars. They're all well alcohol but it was the best that Taxon provided on the money he had left.

Bar

[genequeen]

Madelyne looks at the bar thoughtfully. She hasn't reached out to pour herself anything but it says something that she's even actually thinking about it. Bad idea? Maybe. It might be a bad idea but that doesn't mean she isn't considering it.

Bar

[starknaked]

Slinking up behind Maddy, Tony gave one shoulder a tap and then slipped around the other side of her and up behind the bar.

"What's your poison," he asked, uncapping a bottle of scotch and pouring himself one.

Re: Bar

[bub_snikt]

Of course, Logan is always within striking distance of a bar. Good a chance as any to sample the kinda hooch this place is capable of conjurin'. It ain't always quite right, but it's passable. Heightened senses make tastes hard to duplicate for him.

He's leaning up against a column, dressed in nice black slacks and a well-pressed rustic brown button-down shirt that isn't quite buttoned all the way, with slightly loosened and thin black tie, drinking a bottle of high-end beer of some sort.

His eyes scan around the room. Looking for new faces. Trying to match them to new scents.

[thepersianyouth]

There's a faint hint of almond oil and jasmine water moving through the vast room towards the bar.

The person it belongs to isn't hard to miss at all, for the way it seems to stand out and blend in at will. Clad in a bright red kaftan, gold thread (or what looks like it) woven into the fabric at the neckline and hem. Aside from his kohl-rimmed eyes and his hands and feet adorned with henna, he has done precious little to dress himself up.

One wouldn't want to outshine the other guests, after all. As such, this is him exercising moderation in his own way.

[buffy_slayer]

There's a spark of light off of sequins whenever Buffy moves, and there's nothing she can really do about it.

It's difficult to stay still with the music that winds its way through the party, and Buffy finds herself usually at the very least tapping a toe to the beat.

There's a glass of sparkling something in one hand, and she's leaning up against the balcony wall watching people move here and about.

[loveawkward]

Oh but it was those sparkles that caught Josef's eyes. Slipping closer, his eyes took in the vision before him. Damn, but the hatch did good sometimes. At least he thought so.

Slipping closer, he didn't sneak up on her. He was careful, knowing she might be armed despite the gown.

"Good evening, Buffy. Might I say, you look stunning?"

[buffy_slayer]

"Thanks to you, I must add." There might have been a moment where she would have given him a hug, but settles instead for a light kiss on each cheek.

[all over the place!]

[hasaheart]

To keep this short and sweet: a certain former cop with cowboy vibes is in the house - and unusually stylishly dressed, for once.

Have at him.

Re: [all over the place!]

[azoftheoz]

Still so very very pink, Azkadellia was looking around, marveling at this otherside world as she backed into someone.

"Oh. Sir. I apologize," she said, spinning around.

[also all over the place]

[ownlittleprison]

Mick arrives in his usual style - which is in his regular clothes, with his usual quiet, unobtrusive manners--

No, wait, that's something he's taken to since arriving in Taxon.

~*~

Some time during the evening (not too long after arriving, actually), he comes over to greet his friend the way only very old friends do - with a wordless nod.

"So. Man of the hour, huh?"

[Some place there]

[loveawkward]

Josef saw him coming, standing there with his hands in his pockets and grinning. He waited though, letting Mick come to him.

"Seems so... right, you know," he said, smirking as he looked over the room. "A little light on models but 'm learning to live that way. Enjoying yourself?"

[location - pool] A LITTLE LATE WHAT.

[imperial_long]

Long dresses strikingly but, it must be admitted, without a great deal of creativity. The striking quality comes from contrast of light and dark rather than any innovation in the cut or style of the suit he is wearing, which is probably the same one he wore at the last big Taxon get-together: an all-white suit, very Tom Wolfe except no hat.

He sidles in, collects a whiskey from the bar, and then migrates to the pool area to crouch by the edge in his prim white suit and trail fingers through the water. Methodically careful not to get splashed, of course.

[location - pool]

[azoftheoz]

Azkadellia had made her way around the party, seeking out any she might know. She had seen Iason, busy with another striking foreigner. Leaving him to his discussion, she wandered out to the deck overlooking the city.

It was a stunning and shocking view, and breathtaking at the same time.

Pausing, she noticed the man by pool side. She took in the suit, his skin tones, and she smiled.

"Good evening, Sir. I do hope I'm not intruding," she said, gathering up the fullness of her pink skirt.

[location - pool]

[imperial_long]

Long glanced up and offered Azkadellia a smile. Unlike Paul Smecker he did not offer any sort of judgment upon her wedding cake of a dress. Or if he did he kept it solely to his own head.

"Miss Azkadellia, good evening," he murmured politely and stood. Apparently he's missed the memo regarding her glitch.