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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[ 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.]

[Sure the fuck would, but they could get their freak on in the meantime so it was ... potentially worth it. Especially now that Mars was following his lead instead of jumping around like a baby colt or whatever. And, you know, assuming they'd be able to recall enough to remember they had a good time in the morning.]

You should definitely do that! [He had to shout since the music was pretty fucking loud, but they were dancing close enough that it was really just a matter of leaning closer to Mars' ear so he might hear him. And then to indicate what he meant, Adam nodded toward the bar behind them where a number of people were climbing up like this was Coyote Ugly.

He was laughing though, so the chances of him being serious were slim to none.]

[ Oh Adam was going to be the best worst influence on the young mage ever. He laughed a bit when the other pointed it out his eyebrow arched a bit before he nodded some.] Yeah, I could do that shit.

[ He called back. Bad life choices were on the menu tonight.]

[Ohhh man. Give him another few seconds to process the mental image in his head and laugh it out before realizing he could see that shit live and in person.]

Dare! You fucking have to now!

[ He was gonna regret this night later, an idle thought crossing his mind that he shouldn't have cut his hair earlier in the day. He had had shoulder length hair until a few hours before the ceremony.]

I'll do it!

[ he laughed some and moved away from Adam moving to move up on one of the stools and up on the bar. Welp, here goes. (Preform Dance; 13)]

[Well at least he didn't crit fail on the climb up, because Adam would have died laughing at him. But seeing as Mars made it up in one go and is actually doing a lot better shaking what his mama gave him on top of the bar compared to when he was on the dance floor, Adam proceeds to simply crack the fuck up instead.

Once that's done he'll be cheering and throwing dollar bills at him, but until then he's just going to drop into the nearest seat so he doesn't fall over like a laughing drunken mess.]

[ If he had he would have been horribly embarrassed and bruised for days. He had focused on the music and moving until he noticed the bills then he started to laugh. When he stepped down onto the stool, and made it looked oddly easy. However his luck didn't hold up he slipped a bit when he stepped off the chair and reached out for the first thing in reach, which was Adam.]

[Even though Adam passed his reflex and fortitude saves somehow, I am imposing a penalty due to the fact that he is currently wasted. So even if he manages to catch Mars and prevent him from falling on his face, it doesn't ... do much to keep Adam from stumbling, tripping over himself, and ultimately falling on his ass in the process.

Apparently it was worth it though, because he's still too fucking amused at what just happened despite the fact that he's lying on the glitter-coated floor in the middle of a nightclub.]

A couple of smooth fucking criminals right here. Jesus Christ.

[ No rolls would save Mars from falling with him, he was going down and when Adam fell he fell on him before rolling off into the floor. That glitter will be a bitch to get out of his hair. He couldn't help laugh more.]

Oh god, I cant believe that happened!

You mean dancing on the bar, or your fat ass knocking us both onto the floor?

[Which should concern him a lot more than it did because this floor was probably fucking gross.]

Man, getting up so doesn't feel worth the effort right now. [This was going to be one bitch of a hangover.]

My ass knocking us down, [ he reached over and smacked him in the arm] And your ass not catching me!

[ he found it far too funny and was still laughing. How gross it was hadn't kicked in yet.]

It doesn't but fuck, we gotta before someone steps on us.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!

[But Adam forces himself to do it anyway because that was a good argument, and he really didn't want to get stepped on right now (or ever).

Well, he gets halfway there and then just kind of stops so he can stare at Mars like bitch really. Then grab his arm to try tugging him up too.]

Come on, this is a team effort!

[ Mars pushed himself slowly up once the other grabbed his arm. This felt like one of the hardest things he had ever done. The next morning was gonna suck.]

I'm trying man... Fuck, did someone hex us more weight? [ he grumbled finally sitting up he sighed looking to the ceiling.] This just isn't fair. Wheres my hoverboard. Didn't the Jetsons promise us hoverboards?

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