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thisavrou_log2017-02-20 11:01 pm
fallin1) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-02-20 11:01 pm
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mmm, i've been hellbent, baby.
Who: Lucifer and whoever likes a good time, really.
When: After their arrival and a few odd jobs here and there. We'll backdate to about mid-month?
Where: Why at Lux of course. Various dance floors, balconies overlooking said floors, plush and posh seating, a hell of a good bar, and Lucifer's penthouse if you're spectacularly lucky.
What: Every good club needs a fantastic opening. Help him break in the place, why don't you?
Warnings: Drinking, possible drug use, sexual content, and more warnings to come later.
[ The party has already started. It's been going for hours now, since well before dusk, and it doesn't show any signs of slowing in the least. Drinks are plentiful and so is company. The dance floor is filled with bodies of all shapes, sizes, and species. Wade on in, please don't be shy.
Drinks are plentiful, company comes in all forms, one off and then some. The owner, Lucifer Morningstar, will ask that if you decide to take things a bit further, excuse yourselves to a more private venue, or ask politely to borrow his penthouse upstairs. You'll only owe him a favor, not your soul. If you're looking for a little more pep, other things can be found there as well. In Lux, virtually anything goes.
But getting sick on the dance floor is a party foul. Keep it tasteful, is all.
Lucifer can be found flitting from bar to balcony to dance floor and popping open exotic looking bottles as the music reverberates through the club. He's also making rounds, certain to look after his guests. It's easy to spot the well-dressed man in a fine, fitted suit of a dark cloth, and a stark white button down underneath. Even easier once his attention has been earned. ]
You certainly look like you're enjoying yourself! Mind if I join in?
[ ooc: party post! feel free to mingle as options come up. if you're going to take it any farther than a ftb on anything, kindly take it to a journal or mark well. thank you! ]
When: After their arrival and a few odd jobs here and there. We'll backdate to about mid-month?
Where: Why at Lux of course. Various dance floors, balconies overlooking said floors, plush and posh seating, a hell of a good bar, and Lucifer's penthouse if you're spectacularly lucky.
What: Every good club needs a fantastic opening. Help him break in the place, why don't you?
Warnings: Drinking, possible drug use, sexual content, and more warnings to come later.
[ The party has already started. It's been going for hours now, since well before dusk, and it doesn't show any signs of slowing in the least. Drinks are plentiful and so is company. The dance floor is filled with bodies of all shapes, sizes, and species. Wade on in, please don't be shy.
Drinks are plentiful, company comes in all forms, one off and then some. The owner, Lucifer Morningstar, will ask that if you decide to take things a bit further, excuse yourselves to a more private venue, or ask politely to borrow his penthouse upstairs. You'll only owe him a favor, not your soul. If you're looking for a little more pep, other things can be found there as well. In Lux, virtually anything goes.
But getting sick on the dance floor is a party foul. Keep it tasteful, is all.
Lucifer can be found flitting from bar to balcony to dance floor and popping open exotic looking bottles as the music reverberates through the club. He's also making rounds, certain to look after his guests. It's easy to spot the well-dressed man in a fine, fitted suit of a dark cloth, and a stark white button down underneath. Even easier once his attention has been earned. ]
You certainly look like you're enjoying yourself! Mind if I join in?
[ ooc: party post! feel free to mingle as options come up. if you're going to take it any farther than a ftb on anything, kindly take it to a journal or mark well. thank you! ]
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I've heard far worse reasons for such things. I can get you what you want, but I need a little more detail than what you've given me, or we need to go on a shopping trip together.
[ He sobers, briefly, despite the vibrant atmosphere of the club. ]
Sadly, she isn't here anymore. Her name is Chloe Decker. I imagine she's been sent home, now. At least I hope.
[ And he hopes, fervently, that his Father upholds his word and that she is safe. ]
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Yeah, uh... I don't have any more than that. So, um, we go shopping? [He raises his brow up, as if questioning it. In his defence, he never was expecting to find a willing participant to go shopping with.
He blinks at the name offered to him. Chloe. Chloe Decker actually rang a bell. He talked to her about cop or detective stuff. She was pretty cool, in his opinion. But then she disappeared...]
Oh... You mean that detective... I met her. She was worried about her daughter. She probably did go home, I know I did when I was in a place like this one before coming here. [If that can be any consolation.]