open-ish / it's never too late to get down and party

[morns]

🧙 WHO: Kate & her adult CR (and anyone they might want to invite!) / people who work at the Roost?
⚔️️ WHAT: It's Kate's birthday and she wants to make the most of it, so the obvious solution is to rent out the Phoenix Roost for a night of getting drunk.
🕒 WHEN: 15th August
🗺️ WHERE: Phoenix Roost
⚠️ WARNINGS: Probably excessive alcohol consumption, hopefully some sinning.


( have you met Kate? are you over the age of eighteen? then, at the beginning of the month, you'll receive the following text; )

Party. 15th. 9pm. Phoenix Roost. Wear what you want. Bring who you want.

( yeah, that's about all the details you're getting. so why not grab a friend, a significant other, or your worst enemy, and find out what's going on?

the Phoenix Roost is as it ever is, except for the fact that the only people there have heard about this party in one way or another. there's nothing to suggest that this party is for reasons other than Kate simply wanting to host one, but if you're here, you might know her well enough to guess that to be untrue.

but, hey, does that matter? there's alcohol flowing freely and music playing, so grab a drink, talk to a stranger, make bad choices! just try to avoid murder for a night, thank you. )

( ooc; I might be busy on the 15th, so I've thrown this up now! It's a mingle log, you know how this works. Post your own top levels, warn for anything that needs warning, be good to each other. If you're not sure whether your character would be invited, just poke me at exits / exits#8071 and we can chat! )

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kate.

[morns]

— all the good girls you take out for dinner.

( well, it was a pain finding an outfit that worked with the sleek, grey cat tail (and the ears. and the sharp nails. and the eyes. this ritual is a pain in her ass) that's been plaguing her since the beginning of the month, but Kate eventually settles on a simple and sleek black satin jumpsuit and takes the time to straighten her hair, pinning half of it back so it doesn't constantly get in her face. with the addition of a few touches of makeup, it's something of a different look for her, and another solid hint that this is probably a bit more than a simple party for the sake of having a party. (though ask her that at your own risk.)

at the beginning of the night, it's easy enough to find her perched on a barstool, nursing a beer and gesturing for people to just settle in and enjoy themselves. but as the night progresses, she can be found engaging in her favourite party activity: multiple tequila shots. )

Oi. C'mere.

( here's a shot, join her, won't you? )

— but all the bad girls you take out for liquor.

( for those who want a less alcohol-fuelled interaction, there are moments where she puts the booze down in favour of a good song. it takes a few drinks before the foot tapping and finger drumming escalates to full on dancing, but it does.

if you're already dancing, then she'll join you. if you're not... sorry, boo, but she sees you. )

Y'just gonna sit there?

( well, are you? )

— wildcard.

( hit me with something else or hit me up at plurk / discord to work something specific out! )

shots! shots! shots!

[cooperatively]

[Well, who is Kitten to turn down (presumably) free shots? They're not a coward, even if they already feel warm from the liquor they've already downed.

But they're here for a good time in the moment, not long-lasting memories! Who gives a shit!]

A'ight.

[They raise the shot glass to her.]

Bottoms up.

cat scratch fever~

[morns]

( blink.

that's indeed an outfit, and while she doesn't recognise this person, she did basically invite anyone she'd so much as had a text conversation with that was legal to drink (and any of their friends).

whatever. shots are here, and yes, she's got the cost covered. so bottoms up it is, and Kate does it easily, her motions practiced and familiar, barely flinching at the burn of the alcohol as it goes down her throat.

and with that out of the way; )

You warm in that?

( 😐 )

shots!

[hitokiri]

[ kate will hear no objections from izō about being called over. she'll also get a bit more than that given the pair of black, triangular dog ears that sit perked up atop his head. they're somewhat more noticeable than they might be otherwise; the particular enchantments that turn his hair long and purple don't seem to extend to the ears that aren't supposed to be there, so they remain the same shade as his natural hair colour.

additionally, there is also the pesky business of the fluffy tail that he has to match. izō's had to adjust and tie his obi a little differently to accommodate it, but that isn't the worst of it. the worst part is that it wags. at least with a few drinks in him already, he doesn't care as much about the fact that that's happening. ]

Gonna finally tell me what we're here celebratin'?

[ that risk? he's taking it. probably doesn't even think anything of it as much as he's just running his mouth. izō pulls the one sword at his hip free and sets it on the table — still in its sheathe, of course — and then sits down. normally, he'd have two swords, but he doesn't seem concerned at all to be missing one of them. of the pair, this one is also the shorter wakizashi. it being out on the table is no threat either, he just didn't want it banging into things sticking out of his belt as it was. ]

Or ya can say no. Probably ain't gonna remember askin' ya at some point.

[morns]

( all these animal features fucking suck. though Kate's cat ears and tail have both had the common courtesy to be relatively sleek looking things instead of the fluffy thing on Izo's ass.

the drinks have left Kate somewhat relaxed, her chin propped in a hand and the grey tail flicking lazily from side to side, though the picture of feline contentment is shattered by dilating pupils and brows furrowing together at the question. it's not like it's the end of the world to tell people, but the congratulations and fuss that come with birthdays stopped being fun when she was like, ten. )

Who said it were a celebration?

( can't a girl just host a party? don't look at her like that, dammit.

ugh. )

... Birthday.

( she doesn't specify whose but that shouldn't be too hard to figure out, given the scowl she made right before giving the actual answer. )

bad girls

[garyoutensei]

That was the plan.

[ Baiken had second guessed arriving at the party from the moment she got the message right till she'd say down with her drink. But once she'd sat, she seemed pretty content to just... do that. To sit, to drink, and drink, (and drink), and simply watch, though it was difficult to say she was even doing that much. Even more difficult to say if she'd even been enjoying herself.

Parties... weren't really Baiken's thing, but Kate had been gracious with her thus far, and she didn't aim to pass a chance to drink on someone else's tab. So she easily seemed out of her element, but...

She hadn't left yet, either. That probably spoke a lot. ]

[morns]

C'mon.

( she's giving Rei way too much of her hard earned money for this night, so Kate would like to think she's at least earned the pleasure of having random people do things other than simply sit and drink all her gold.

it's some good booze, though. )

Bring the drink.

( it certainly makes a change for Kate to be the one dragging people into not just sitting there, but she's just drunk enough that she isn't thinking about that right now. )

dance, dance.

[kingfuckboy]

[ Of course JJ will go to a party. He likes a good party and he has a night off of work so he's going to take advantage of it. He's dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black button up. The shirt that is unbuttoned at the top - of course. He He is, inevitably, already on the dance floor, filled with plenty of drinks and letting loose out there to any song with a good beat. When she approaches, he turns to her, smiling brightly. He leans in, just a little. ]

Glad to have you join me~

[ A happy hum. He is glad to see her. ]

[morns]

( it is unsurprising that JJ accepted this invite. she doesn't know him that well, but she doesn't need to in order guess that he's almost always up for a party.

but that's a good thing. every party needs a cheerful sort, and let's be honest... there's not many people here who can carry that mantle. so it's all up to you, smiley boy. )

Someone had to.

( yeah, that's why she's here. because someone had to, not because she wanted to dance. but the barb is perfunctory rather than vicious, simply reflex as the only way she knows how to be.

it fills space instead of meaning anything. )

Missing a shot!

[morganknight]

Kaaaate. You know I'm your designated non-disaster tonight. [Morgan plops down next to her, reaching over to ruffle her hair. That really is his intended role -- given the sort of people Kate attracts, himself included, he has a hunch he might need to do a lot of work to keep this birthday party happy and vibing.] As if I ever drink anyway.

[morns]

( absolutely the fuck not. certain things get Kate's body shifting, even after several drinks, and trying to touch her is one of them. she ducks out of the way, hand shooting up to knock his back. )

Don't.

( not the hair. she actually spent time on it, and she's not trying to restyle it tonight. )

What d'ya want, then?

( there are some non-alcoholic drinks around. most of them are probably intended for use as mixers, but hey. )

bad girls >.>

[inevitablerest]

I didn't realise there were conditions attached to attending.

[Do not ask him to dance. The fact he's drinking is a step that he didn't expect to take, but he'd been so genuinely taken aback by being invited to something that he hadn't had it in him to actually say no.]

Were you expecting something of me?

[He dressed nicely and everything.]

[morns]

( spoilsport. there aren't really conditions, but this song is a bop and her body is buzzing with energy. but instead of insisting immediately, Kate hops onto the table Thanatos is sat at, crossing one leg over the other, grey tail curling around her waist. )

Not a dancer?

( she is, personally, and the energy of being surrounded by (mostly) familiar faces, the dreamy haze that alcohol casts, silencing thought and making the night easy, has her seeking movement more than usual.

but some conversation isn't that bad, either. )

shotssss

[judgementor]

[Red Wine hadn't expected the invitation from someone he barely knows, but far be it from him to turn down a party (though in honesty he normally would have, he thinks he owes Kate a little for injuring her at the tournmanet in Celliwig).

He looks over at the sound of her voice, glances at the shots, and the corner of his mouth quirks up in an amused smirk.]

Yes ma'am.

[He sits down across from her, clasping his hands together. Though he's still dressed to the nines as he usually is, Red Wine has toned down his usual flamboyancy for this affair. He's in a black trousers with smart shoes, with a white shirt open at the collar and a waistcoat that matches the colour of his eyes. His hair is tied back with a black ribbon, lifted up off his neck.]

Ladies first.

[morns]

( well if she only invited the people she knew well, it wouldn't be worth renting out this whole place. (her poor bank account, jeez.)

but it's good to have a positive response to her question and Kate pushes one of the glasses towards him before knocking back her own, letting the burn linger on her tongue a moment.

ah. that's good shit. )

Go on, then.

Shots! Aka Amy is late with Starbucks

[colchismagecraft]

[Caster, too, had an interesting time of finding an outfit for the night- given that she looked like a golden-wooled sheep-faun of all things, complete with curled horns. And, well, eventually she'd found that the summery blue dress Mona had convinced her to buy in Celliwig actually fit okay around her sheep-like legs with a little adjustment or two from Klaudia. Combined with her golden ram-like horns, she thought she'd made the best of a bad wardrobe situation.

Ah- there was Kate! Caster wandered over to her at the invite, eyeing the drink being offered with some curiosity. She'd not done shots before!]

There you are~ it's good to see you.

[...Is Caster's sheepy tail wagging underneath her skirt now she's gone to join her? Couldn't be, right?]

<3 babeeee

[morns]

( the horns look cooler than the ears, not that it's a particularly difficult challenge to look cooler than cat ears, in Kate's humble opinion. but more important to Caster, perhaps, is the way Kate's eyes dilate for just a fraction of a second before returning to their feline slits.

(also excited to see her friend? nah, surely not.) )

C'mon. ( they're doing tequila shots, the full nine yards of them, so Kate grabs the salt and gestures towards Caster's hand. ) Gimme your hand.

kitten.

[cooperatively]

beginning;
[When Kitten gets the invite to a party from Mr. Manslayer, they're a bit... Confused? Like, of all people, why invite them. It's not like he feels guilty over stabbing them.

But they're not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

So they arrive shockingly on-time, dressed to impress, complete with fluffy white wings. They're glad it's the summer, because if it was cold right now? No thanks.

Their first stop is the bar, where they're quick to order. They look around, before humming.]

It's all covered, right?

[The drinks, they mean. Obviously.]

rapidly approaching the end;
[So one of the things about being only partially human, is that sometimes your body does not process things the same way a human does. Liquor didn't have much effect on Kitten before - any sort of poison or illicit substance never really did much of anything - but now they're, well. Painfully mortal. Painfully human.

So they're more than a little bit drunk, and this is the first time it's ever happened to them.

Unfortunately for everyone, turns out Kitten is a bit of a touchy, friendly drunk. They drape themself over anyone who's decided to take a seat and relax - or plasters themself to the side of anyone that's too tall to drape on - and gives them their most winning smile.]

Are you having a good time? It's a good party, yeah? 'S one of the best I've ever been to, even if nobody's died yet!

[...Yeah, okay, sure. But, hey, at least they're not actually threatening anyone?]

wildcard;
[You know the drill! If you want to hash out anything specific, feel free to hit me up! Otherwise just come at me.]

beginning;

[hitokiri]

[ given how he's come dressed for this occasion, it's easy enough to overlook izō's presence at the bar at first. he also didn't have a set of ears and a fluffy tail before either, although both of which are the same shade his hair normally is rather than purple.

those dog ears aren't just for show though as they give him a bit of an edge when it comes to hearing things apart from the music, which is why he appears not long after kitten placed their order. the glass in his hand is half full with some sort of mixed cocktail that gives it a bright orange colour and the cherry and orange slice it's been garnished with remains, for the time being, untouched. there's a little coffee stirrer-sized straw in it which he has no idea whether or not he's supposed to use to drink the drink — strange western custom, perhaps? — but that's what he's doing anyway. he's also notably down one sword from the set of two he'd had before, only the smaller wakizashi still tucked into his obi. ]

They said this was called 'A Short Trip To Hell'. Got curious.

[ it would seem he's in a good mood now that he's not trying to feel something with little more than travel-sized liquor bottles at his disposal. it takes him a minute but eventually, he notices what kitten is wearing. and then has to parse what kitten's wearing. if it were quieter in here you could probably hear the gears turning. and of course, he looked. he's not a monk. ]

Heh, don't feel bad. You didn't know ya were gonna have competition.

[ it's him; he's the competition. ]

[cooperatively]

Yeah?

[Kitten turns, giving Izo an appraising look. The ears are… Cute. Really cute. They kind of want to pet them?

They stamp down on the urge - for now - and shoot him a grin.]

Do you feel like you’re going to hell?

[Heh.

Then they take another considering look at Izo, taking in this whole ensemble.]

Mm. I think my tits are nicer.

approaching the end.

[kingfuckboy]

[ As a friendly, expressive person himself, he is only momentarily surprised when he's being draped all over. He's been to many clubs, so he supposes this is not the first time an overly drunk person has decided to hang onto him. And, he's also put quite a lot in his system so his inhibitions are down --

Which also means he's even dumber than he'd usually be. He pats the empty seat next to him in offering for the new stranger, and JJ looks towards them. ]

A great time! But died? That's a low bar!

[ JJ seems to think Kitten is joking. ]

We'd hate to ruin a party Kate set up with fights, right?

[ It's his friendliest: Take it outside. ]

approaching the end

[cantgetanyworse]

Oh!

[She's surprised to find a very drunk person draped over her shoulder while she sits nursing her last drink of the night, feeling pleasantly fuzzy around the edges. Her mind has been drifting back and forth for a few minutes, considering sending someone a text but continually talking herself out of it due to the likelihood of saying something ridiculous, and Kitten's arrival is a perfect distraction.]

Oh, yes... absolutely. [It is a good party when nobody dies.] And nothing has exploded, either. Very good as far as I'm concerned.

[The last party she went to had been some time ago, but she still vividly remembers the explosion as Vanya Hargreeves' powers had combusted outside the house and sent a shard of shattered glass into her abdomen as she'd walked by a window.]

rei.

[groundzeroes]

[As Phoenix Roost's proprietor, it's no surprise to see Rei around the place. He's technically here as a guest, but he may as well be the host; he looks right at home. He didn't get hit with the animal mage magic like so many of the other attendees, but dressed in one of his trademark obnoxious as fuck outfits he looks no less flashy.

The Roost has hosted parties before, but this one is distinctly more adult than the last one (a teen's birthday party): namely, the bar is fully open. The music is also open for requests, if whatever dance number playing doesn't suit your fancy.]

bar

[The great thing about owning the establishment being used is that everything is to your taste. Rei is sat at the edge of the bar, set up with a drink and watching the party. It feels the tiniest bit lonely-- the two people he usually drinks with are out of the picture-- but Rei is used to giving things up.

And maybe you, whoever you are nearest by, will make for a good conversation in the meantime!]

You know, I saw the funniest curse happen to a guy in a bar recently.

bird

[ Rei's familiar and the Roost's eponymous Phoenix-- technically a hou-ou-- is in attendance. Unlike the cafe floor there aren't usually any bird perches in the basement, but Princess is anxious to keep a close eye on the partygoers and wouldn't stop fussing so Rei is setting one up for her near the stage supports. She's sitting on his shoulder and supervising the process.]

...Stop that.

[She started preening him...]

wildcard

rei is pretty much Around anywhere--go ham :)

bar;

[cooperatively]

[Free alcohol might just be the best kind of alcohol, and Kitten finally sees the appeal. They’re pleasantly buzzed, so they’re more than ready to make conversation with shady older men.]

What happened?

[They take a sip of their - they’re not even sure what it is? But it tastes good, so that’s all that matters.]

He didn’ fuckin’ die, did he?

end of the night because i can do what i want.

[morns]

( when the last few people filter out, Kate's still in the basement, hopped up on the bar with a glass of water in hand. not that drinking water is going to counteract the amount of alcohol she's had tonight, but all things considered, she'd rather not throw up until the morning. thankfully, the drink mats are also quite useful in stopping her ass from sliding all over the counter in this satin jumpsuit, so her choice in seats isn't about to land anyone in the hospital despite it all.

it's been a good night. a change of pace to her usual ones in Avalon, and even the ones back home. when's the last time she was the one to suggest and host a whole bash like this, as opposed to letting Ainsworth sort the whole thing out? she's not sure she ever has been more than just the attendee, willing to participate but never actually initiating such things.

her eyes — far from their usual brown, instead matching the rest of the cat features she's been cursed with this month — are relaxed, half-lidded and following Rei as he does whatever he's doing. she taps sharp nails against her glass and crosses one leg over the other, resting her elbow against her thigh. )

Need a hand?

( ... probably not advisable to say yes, really. )