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

3/3

[starfucker]

Well yeah. But it's a third marriage. [ and he'll scoop up the alcohol as if that... explains everything, extending one to each of the ladies. ] Drink up, girls.

[isisagent]

He's not married yet - All the more reason to live it up while he can, right?
[Archer: Promoting good life choices, every time.]

[starfucker]

Exactamundo. And since none of you cockbites saw fit to throw me a bachelor's party, I'll just have to provide my own.

[isisagent]

Oh my god. No one is planning you a bachelor party?

... That would be a perfect place to set off the firework bomb!

[Actually, Archer's just looking for excuses to set it off at this point - but this is as good as the next thing.]

[starfucker]

The what now? [ amber swings into his lap as burt flashes archer a 'the fuck did you say' face ]

[isisagent]

[Hell yes.]

Oh, no big deal. Just enough fireworks to level a city block, begging to be used.

Got any ideas how to talk the rest of these Debbie Downers into setting it off? I've been trying for months now.

[starfucker]

Those bitches wouldn't know a good time if it bit them on the ass. Whatever you do, you should let me televise that shit.

[isisagent]

Alright. I have an idea for a bit later tonight, if you can get some cameras together... [Archer points at Mark.] And Mark - don't you say a goddamn thing to Jeanne about this.

[Then Archer texts Finnick... "It would be a shame if anything explosive happened to your old apartment, while everyone was preoccupied by this party. wink. wink."]

[nosdacariad]

I'm staying outta this.

[isisagent]

Good answer.

[And he sips his Bourbon, and nods.]

We're gonna make this a night to forget, Marky Mark.

[starfucker]

And you know the perfect start to any such a night is? [ he reaches up to shove a bunch of shit on the counter aside ] Body shots, ladies.

[isisagent]

This guy!

[Archer Slams his Bourbon, and gets ready for some body shots - because hell yeah body shots.]

Remind me again, why the hell did we not hang out more through this whole mess, Burt?

[starfucker]

Possibly because I suspected you were a psychopath.

[isisagent]

Hah! RIGHT?

[And then he's drinking liquor off a whore.]

At least I've got it more together than most of the other dudes on the team, present company excluded, Mark, you're alright.

[starfucker]

Yeah, well half those guys are divas, what the shit do you expect? Fame goes to a guy's head. And/or balls. [ and he'll hand amber a lime to put between her teeth. ]

[isisagent]

Yeah, some guys - right Mark? [SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!]

Mmmmm Vodka. The communists got something right.

Well, and cheap labor. That one's... kind of kicking our collective ass right now.

[nosdacariad]

Are you really bringing politics to the bar?

[isisagent]

Are we... not?

Is that a thing?

[nosdacariad]

I just thought this was supposed to be about relaxing. [ his eyes notice something out there in the crowd. ] ... Isn't that Elena?

[isisagent]

- He said trying to change the subject, from his woeful ignorance of politics. [Archer scans the dancefloor as he's pontificating.] Oh - no. Nope, that is actually her.

Is it just the fifth of Vodka in me, or is she dancing with what I can only assume is a total douchebag right now?

[nosdacariad]

Or she's dancing with a guy she met, because we're a club. For dancing.

[isisagent]

And wouldn't you say there's an elevated level of douchebag in this club, Mark? [He said, as he stood next to Burt and hookers.]

Odds are...? He's a total prick. [Archer scowls.] We'll see how she likes it - Come on Candi, lets go dance!