knightsoflegend | london ♔ well i'm not paralyzed

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london ♔ well i'm not paralyzed | but i seem to be struck by you

WHO || Andie, Faith, Jordan, Fiona, Faye, Bo, anyone else! [Closed]
WHAT || Andie's birthday bash! ... with a twist
WHERE || The Silver Band dance club
WHEN || April 1st, after 11pm [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Being friends with someone as spontaneous as Faith can have its perks. She's invited the entire under-30 crowd at the castle to come celebrate her friend Andie's 21st birthday at an exclusive dance club called the Silver Band in downtown London.

The club is swirling with colors, as disco balls reflect silvery light that catches on the large quantities of glitter that cover just about every surface. The main dance floors are made of transparent glass, and the club is multi-storied, so that you can choose to dance higher up and see everyone below under your feet. Below the ground floor is a strange black canopy that seems to reflect odd flickering lights, almost like stars. There's a sort of classic opulence to the decor, and hallways branch off here and there to private rooms out of sight. Floating lights bob around the ceiling, that look almost like crystalline balls, except they're light as bubbles and can pop when touched.

Strangely, there are cobwebs in various areas of the club, mostly out of reach, as if it hasn't had occasion to be cleaned in awhile, but there's no traces of grime or dirt anywhere. Faith has a private room procured off one of the halls for the mini-buffet, because how can it be Andie's birthday without food??

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Hey! [ He grinned when the shot was handed over. He at least did recognize him, the guy that asked for the repeat!]

I'll drink to that, I never want to have to do that again. [ He chuckled some, tossing it back.] So, do you know anyone here?

[Adam follows suit. The whole point was to share a shot as fellow newbies, right?]

No one that I've met before tonight. [Which was basically a no, even if he and Faith were getting kind of bump and grind-y out there earlier.]

What about you?

[ Mars grinned a little after the shots were downed by the both, Venus officially sitting on his shoes eyeing the other newbie.]

Same here, I've only met you, and a woman named Faith a few minutes ago, and a guy whose names slipped from me at the squire party. Other then that, nope. [ He shrugged a bit.]

I'm keeping hope for the night to be fun though.

It is what we make it, right?

[He hadn't even noticed the cat at first, but when she settles on Mars' shoes and looks up at him, Adam can't resist crouching down and attempting to scratch dat sweet little puss behind the ears. Hopefully this bitch was friendly.]

Friend of yours?

True enough, then it will most definitely going to be a wonderful night.

[ he replied,a s he watched the other kneel and interact with Venus, who was in a little party hat. The black cat purred but oddly kept her orange eyes open watching him. ]

Yes, this is Venus. She is my familiar. If she starts hissing I would advise you move back. She is in a pretty good mood tonight but she doesn't like big crowds.

[Dat mini party hat was the best part. But Adam wasn't trying to get his eyes clawed out, so he wasn't going to press his luck or anything. When Mars 'introduces' her as his familiar though, he just sort of ... stops what he's doing to look back up at him.]

Mars and Venus? [Really?] Cute.

[ he shrugged a bit at it.] I didn't name her. She was a gift and the name was someone's joke. [ He smiled all the same though. It seemed Venus was done with the attention, stepping off Mars shoes she padded her way towards the snack table. Time to be cute and get snacks.]

[Well it was kind of pointless to be crouching there like a tool when there was no pussy to be pet. Adam stands up again once Venus takes her leave of them. Bye, gurl~]

Ready for round two? [He tips the empty shot glass he's still holding a few times as if to indicate what he meant. They were not nearly crunk enough for this party yet.]

[ She'd be back later, she always finds Mars sooner or later.]

Round two sounds pretty damn good actually. Care to lead the way?

[With pleasure. And since Adam started early, he only needs to indicate the number two to the bartender once they've made it to the actual bar. From that point, it's only a matter of seconds before two new shot glasses are set out in front of them to replace the old ones, and their second round of tequila is poured sloppily along with a couple of lime wedges and some salt in exchange for cash monies.]

Here's hoping we regret this in the morning. [It wouldn't be fun otherwise.]

[ He chuckled a bit as he lifted the shot, not going to drink it just yet but he shook his head some amused.]

As long as I don't wake up with another tattoo I'll be happy.

[ He spoke waiting for the other to drink his first since he was always worried about being rude, a few more drinks in him and he would lighten up real quick.]

[Adam has no reservations about drinking first, so that wasn't a problem. It was still poor timing though, because he nearly choked when Mars spoke again. Yeah, that was going to burn going down alright. Give him a second to let the warm sensation in his throat die off, then he'll be back to chuckling as opposed to choking again.]

Wait, you're serious? [Maybe he's just too buzzed for his own good and misunderstood, but it sounded like Mars ad experienced the drunken tattoo thing once already.] Time for some show and tell.

[ Mars couldn't help but laugh when the other choked, sure it was rude to laugh but it was funny. Throwing back his own shot once he had laughed he moved just a bit to put his foot on a chair pulling up his pants leg displaying the tattoo.]

I don't even remember getting it, which makes story time really dull, but it was sometime last year near my birthday. So I blame birthday drinking on this one.

For a drunk tattoo, it could have been a lot worse. [Which was a roundabout compliment, I guess. Although Adam's a little disappointed because he expected one of those horrible, regrettable tattoos with like a dude's bellybutton as a vagina or something but oh well.]

Guess we'll have to try and make the next one count. [He's already motioning for two more shots. Holy shit he's lost count of his own drink number at this point, but fuck it.]

True enough, I would have expected a girl or some bad kanji or something. Could have been worse. [ This time Mars didn't wait he went on and took down the drink, he was starting to feel it already, drinking was something he did just usually spaced out and not at parties.]

Sounds like a plan. [ he chuckled some.]

[Well yeah, three plus tequila shots in quick succession will do that to a person. Adam doesn't hesitate to down his either, despite this fact. They're gonna be so fucked later.]

So what's your deal anyway? [Which probably came off a little more aggressive than he meant it to, but social graces tended to wane as he became more and more inebriated.]

[ Mars was already hitting buzzed so he didn't even seemed phased by the aggressive nature of the question.] Magic, man. Magic. I'm a Sorcerer. What about you?

[He taps at his temple, as if to indicate he can kill Mars with his brain. Typically, Adam doesn't like to show his hand because he prefers the advantage it gives him over other people, but for whatever (most likely the drinks and the ... atmosphere), he's just letting it all hang out tonight.] Telepath.

[ With the drinks in him, everything was more amusing then normal. He just grinned a bit more at that.] That's really cool.

I know right. [What is modesty at this point. Adam fishes some money out of his wallet for the drinks after the dude serving it up drops off two more shots for them. I guess he's feeling super generous tonight because he just covered their whole tab.

That done, he proceeds to down his last shot of tequila while completely ignoring the lime and salt. We're doing it live, apparently.] You wanna dance?

[ He nodded at that, seriously he wished he could blow stuff up with his mind. That would be cool as hell. He noticed the other pay for the drinks and said nothing yet, that was cool of him.]

Sure, lead the way.

[So Adam's a little drunk at this point, whoops. Tequila shots for days tends to have that effect on somebody. Apparently he's a functioning alcoholic, because he still manages to make his way to the dance floor and hold his own (perform dance: 15).]

[ It was okay, so was Mars. He was much more of a lightweight so it had hit him quickly. And it showed (Preform Dance: 7) Still he was dunk enough that he didn't care if he missed some steps or looked a fool.]

[Looks like it was impending hangovers all around. And while the drunken buffoonery that Mars was attempting to pass off as dancing might have usually caused Adam to drop him like a bad habit, his own brand of not giving a fuck currently translated into being thoroughly entertained because, let's face it, that shit was hilarious.

Whatever. Who cares what they looked like. Adam certainly didn't. Mars had better watch out, because that space between the both of them is quickly becoming non-existent and this might not be exactly what he signed up for when he agreed to dance with another dude.]

[ At least closer together it forced him to focus a little, to slow irt down a bit. (Preform dance; 10) He was feeling free enough to not care. Normally he was not so kosher to people being quite so close.

Tomorrow would be one hell of a hangover.]

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