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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[thepersianyouth]

Music plays in the background, drifting from the pool area, someone singing about rebel yells (and wooing girls, far as Bagoas can surmise). It's a silly thing to be drawn to, when the rhythm is so uninspiring, but there's something to the singer's voice that is completely, utterly alien (raw and slurred and unrefined): so much so that it appeals.

Some of the strange qualities even bring small smiles to his eyes.

Once at the bar, he pours himself half a small glass of wine, then reaching for the pitcher of water, adds that to his glass.

Perfectly harmless, that, surely.

[bub_snikt]

Diluting the wine. Kid's either a lightweight, a philistine or some kinda connoisseur. Hard to tell with wine culture.

It's about time for him to refill anyway, so he decides to be sociable as he walks up to the bar and orders another beer.

"Tryin' ta behave, huh?" he asks to the kid, glancing to the water in the wine.