nyc ♔ all moonlight returned today

[romanticidal]

♬ shining star - jump5

WHO || Rafael, Isabella, Burt, Kat, Gar, Mark, Luthir, Buffy, Spike, Finnick, Violet, Elena, Archer, Des [closed]
WHAT || Burt invites everyone to celebrate their victory at the trial at the opening of his new nightclub in NYC
WHERE || New York City, NY
WHEN || Saturday, March 15th [forward dated]
HOW || Actionspam

It's over. After months of being sidelined by the trial of their friend Rafael, the Knights are finally free to return to England and see what headway the Dragon's Claws have made on discovering the location of the Talisman they seek.

But not everyone is so free to return. The consequence of getting Burt's assistance in disentangling Finnick from his contract and super-stardom was an ironclad agreement that allows Burt to sink his claws fully into Rafael's career. Considering that Burt knows their secret identity, non-disclosure agreement or not, the executive's renowned moral gray-itude doesn't exactly make it seem like a great plan to back out on the compromise.

They've at least been able to put off their goodbyes for a few days since the end of the trial, as Burt invited all of them to New York City for the opening of his brand new nightclub. Some of them flew out, while Archer and Des presumably drove their matching El Caminos cross-country in the days between. But now they've all met again in the Big Apple, for a celebration - and farewell of sorts.

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

[Des snorts at Buffy's question.] Please. Guys that look like him [he jerks a thumb at zarad] were shoving my informant in lockers in high school. Lor's a poker buddy from the old days. We met up the other night and I invited him. He fits in with this crowd. [He gives zarad a sardonic smirk around the lip of his next shot.] And if you ask them, I don't tell 'em anything. I think you're the most welcome surprise they've gotten from me in awhile.

[he has hot friends. aren't you all jealous.]

[romanticidal]

I forgot Des mentioned he lived close to here. When you say the old days... [ raised eyebrow at des. THAT COULD MEAN A LOT OF THINGS FROM YOU, BRO. ]

[nothingsodivine]

Well, when Manhattan was still part of Greenland, we had some times.

[He rolls his eyes.] I dunno. You expect me to remember? A couple decades at least.

[slay]

Decades. So you're ... [ she points at brad pitt finally. ] ... Not human. [ that was polite. ]

[fornicator]

Gold star for the lady. [ he helps himself to one of des' shots. ] Whose name I didn't catch.

[slay]

Buffy. [ it's short and to the point, since he's obviously not expounding on what kind of not-human he is. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[And Des will just introduce the rest of the posse.] Rafael. Gar. Spike. The one who can't hold her shots is Kat. Now everyone knows each other.

[and can maybe be less racist, buffy. wow. you can't just ask people what species they are.] I'd apologize for Blondie, but I know what gets you ruffled and that don't touch it, but I swear she's harmless until she punches you.

[notaroundme]

[Elena will be knocking back another one of those shots now, yep.]

Plus, there's a handful of other not-humans here already.

[Like her. And Spike. And Buffy's not!boyfriend. JS. Though she's actually more teasing than angry or anything. She's here to party, not get offended.]

[fornicator]

[ he dismisses the comments with a wave of his hand, tone good-natured ] She didn't mean anything by it. I can tell.

But I swear I heard someone say something about dancing from all the way up there. [ he smirks at elena, pointedly avoiding looking at the person who actually said it. ] Or maybe my hearing's just going with age. [ and he punctuates that with a wink, as he tosses back a drink. ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des downs another shot, cheeks puffed out like an annoyed chipmunk, and then swallows.] I'll pass. Clubs have been dead to me since disco died.

[Let's acknowledge that Des accepted disco into his heart at one time. Let's just... acknowledge that.] Knock yourself out. I'll just knock back the shots.

[slay]

[ well. better they think she's racist than that she was stupidly about to blurt out des' immortality in a crowded bar, ok. also des she knows that clubs have only been dead to you since jade died, actually. ] Or we could let Buffy explain for herself instead of apologizing on her behalf like she's not here. [ she's mostly grumbling it to herself. ] Well. Good meeting you. [ she turns away from zarad to look at rafael, moving towards spike. ] You gonna be okay? [ since he'd brought up dancing, better she got back to it. ]

[notaroundme]

[She'll take one more shot for the road, but she's grinning widely.]

You heard right. I take it you're up for it?

[fornicator]

[ ♬ love lockdown - kanye west

he slams another shot glass down, grin turning all sorts of mischievous as he slides away from the bar, and nods towards the dance floor with his head. ]

Oh, I'm up for anything. [ as he gets up, his shirt collar falls open a little more and elena and buffy both notice - elena sort of in passing and buffy with hawk-like disturbing attention - that he's wearing a necklace that looks familiar. in fact, their checks are high enough that they'd realize where they recognize it from: des has been known to wear the exact same necklace in the years they've know him.

actually, especially with buffy's 35, it'd also be possible to realize that it's... exactly the same necklace. which is reinforced by the fact that she can see that des is clearly not wearing it anymore. ]

After you.

[romanticidal]

[ rafael utterly failed that spot check because he gives negative fucks, but oh buffy is talking to him. he gives her a little smile, raising his drink. ] Is there a reason I should not be?

[slay]

[ sorry, raf, buffy was apparently really invested in catching a glimpse of brad pitt's chest hair and instead got treated to that necklace. she tilts her head, brow furrowed, but she's jerked out of her analysis by rafael's question. ]

I - Uh ... No. No, just making sure. [ she returns his smile with a thin one of her own, then her eyes fix on des as she moves off into the crowd with spike look at me godmodding shana's character. ] Come on.

[notaroundme]

[Hm, interesting. Could be a good conversation piece if small talk gets awkward. She glances over her shoulder at the others and gives them a little wave before she shifts off the bar stool and heads out toward the dance floor.]