one night of magic rush

[blyat]

WHO: Cain, Prompto, Hideki Maeda, and you!
WHERE: The popular Asylum club.
WHEN: Night of October 26.
WHAT: Cain and Prompto's joint birthdays!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Beyond drinking/smoking, general wild party behavior, and fake friendship, there shouldn't be much. Will update as needed.


[Set deep in the downtown of New Amsterdam's entertainment district is Asylum, arguably the most popular club in the city. The exterior is cool steel beams and tasteful futuristic architecture with a long line down the corridor, suited bouncers posed at the entrance all armed with a virtual guest list. Its interior is fashioned with bright, colorful lighting dynamic to the music of the infamous DJ Semicolon, high ceilings and acoustic sounds to lend that feeling of a constant full-body hum. Any partygoers on the guest list for this event will be funneled toward the VIP section. They will have received an invitation a few days prior via their Cooltalk profiles. Jason is specifically blacklisted, sorry buddy.

DANCE YOUR HEART OUT. Nearly impossible to book without deep pockets or wide-reaching connections, Semicolon is at the top of their game mixing popular contemporary hits with Whitney Houston's classics. From song to song, Semicolon provides a unique and talented contrast of the slow to the energetic, so no matter your dancing style, you'll find something to move you on the dance floor.

DROWN YOUR... LIVER. Courtesy of the party's host, Hideki Maeda, the VIP section's private bar will provide an ever-flowing river of your favorite expensive high-proof alcohol. Pick your poison.

CHILL OUT. Tired on your feet from too much dancing, or just need a break from the packed atmosphere? There are plenty of comfortable areas where you can relax and take it easy until you're ready to get back out there. The lights around this area cycle through different colors in reflection of Semicolon's performance set, so a slower song might lend toward romantic shades of red while a faster-paced song is brighter blue.

SMOKE, EAT & MINGLE. Asylum will be serving real, fresh meat at this party, so enjoy that luxury while it lasts. There is also an outdoor area with a beautiful view over the city itself if you want to take your vape pen out there for a smoke, just get some air, or see who's around for a chat.]

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hideki maeda • npc • ota (see notes)

[amstrdm]

[ First, a note!: Hideki is rude in a friendly way, so if anyone approaches and he isn't interested in them, he might just end the conversation. This may be due to someone's hair not being to his tastes, their eyebrows not being perfectly done or because they didn't smile at him right away! He's spoiled in the worst way.

He's also pretty dumb. ]

•

001 — the bash of all bashes ( open to all – please check the note )

[ Happy birthday to Prompto and Cain! When Hideki walks in, he does it with a lot of feigned swagger, as if he's under the impression that he ever looks cool. Want to know why he actually looks cool? The name Maeda. His money. The name Maeda again. He's every petulant child that no one's ever wanted to have. He's the shallow Draco Malfoy, minus any ambitions – forced or otherwise – of becoming evil-er. He's not capable of deception.

The shirt he wears that evening just seems to fit the location. Bright pink with a shimmering look, he has pink eyeshadow to match and his nails are done in the same color. Does he always do this? Nope. But he wanted to look good – and Cain and Prompto only deserve the best from him.

As he works the dance floor, he ... dances poorly, but doesn't seem to care! Want to get closer to him? He'll gladly pull someone in for a good time, grinning all the while.

At one point, he decides to play bartender. Ever wanted vodka with a glass of vodka? Is that not what you ordered? Well, Hideki knows better, so enjoy the drink. No, mixers aren't necessary, but that's mostly because he doesn't know they're kept in a fridge at his knees, or that they'll come off some mechanism that he doesn't quite know how to work. He's never done this for himself, unless he's pouring it straight. It works for him! It should work for you, too.

At another point? He's likely to judge what someone is eating. Should they really risk the fat in that?

Otherwise – he's around. He's having a good time. And he's eager to meet Cain and Prompto's friends. Everyone will know this is his party thrown for his best friends, even if he had no clue who they were mere weeks ago. Who can stop true love and friendship?

Not him! ]

002 — true love and friendship! ( closed to prompto and cain )

[ If they knew that Hideki was like this, would they have undertaken this task? One can only wonder. After doing some socializing, Hideki finds his Best Friends™ and wraps his arms around their shoulders, dragging them off into a corner full of lush pillows and several chilled bottles of champagne. Did he set this up? Yes. Obviously. They deserve only the best chill place around, and here it is.

He flops back on the pillows, stretching out his limbs. ]

Ahhhh! [ He closes his eyes, and then draws his arms closer. ]

Sooooo – how do you like it? [ No, he doesn't wait for them to answer. He smiles. ] It's perfect, isn't it? I've been told that I'm the best at throwing parties. I'd never let you two down. Ever! [ Then he pats the spots beside him. ] Come on, come on. There's room.

002

[mercurio]

[prompto gets dragged off and it's nothing but comical sounds of protest from his behalf, before realizing who it is and laughing.]

Dude!

[he's, thankfully, much less inebriated than what he could be (thanks to some quick sobering up and drinking water for the past half hour), and so he just shakes his head mildly before kicking at hideki's foot with the side of his boot.]

You're not gonna trap us into a vice cuddling session, are you?

[yet, despite saying this, prompto's already sitting down on the couch and stretching, finding the right spot to chill and be comfortable. probably with a leg over hideki's lap, sorry. friendship so pure etc]

—oh man, these are so soft!

001

[verselet]

[V on the dance floor. As much as one might think this is an anomaly (and they wouldn’t be incorrect, not really), it’s a blessing that awkwardness seems to slide right off of his person. He’s approaching Hideki and his… interesting dance style with a cane held under an arm, come to speak to the young man who was apparently a close friend of his new roommate.

Neon lights are a bright contrast to his clothing, done-up in all black. He pitches his voice louder to be heard over DJ Semicolon’s chosen track, booming a Whitney Houston remix onto the dance floor.]

Prompto wouldn’t shut up about this party.

[Meaning he was very excited on the way over, and V had to suffer through it.]

prompto | ota

[mercurio]

001 I'M GONNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY

[birthday boy prompto argentum is one day into his 21st year of life, and one of the places where he'll be the most at is in the middle of the dance floor, where the strobe lights paint him turquoise, fuchsia and gold. prompto is having a great time, his hair gelled back but clearly damp from sweat on his forehead, tight animal print trousers purple and black, his sleeveless black shirt already missing a button at the top. he's got rings and wristbands on both arms/hands, a curious bandage wrapped around his left hand, too.]

[his arms slam to the beat of the song(s), whooo-ing! when the beat drops, grabbing whoever's hands in an impromptu dance of back-and-forth. no matter what song is playing, his feet won't stop moving—he's a guy with a lot of energy, it is finally his chance to make the most of it.]

C'mon, dance with me!

002 HEY SLOW DOWN

And so—! There I was, with a plus four on my hand, ready to deliver divine punishment on Gladio— [a pause in his loud retelling of a not-so-friendly definitely-competitive game of uno in order to quench his thirst with another swig of his glass of whatever it is he's drinking] comma however semicolon, godsdamned Noct reversed it, actually givin' Iggy the win! I was so mad!

[he's a little out of it, wobbly on the stool he's sitting on, holding onto the counter for some support.]

[he careens forward dangerously before swooping back towards a more balanced seating position]

It's okay though, cuz next time we played, I totally destroyed 'em. Hey! Can I have 'nother one exclamation point times five!

003 DUDE WHERE'S MY JACKET

[prompto did actually arrive with some sense to the party, wearing a jacket larger than himself for them chilly nights new amsterdam is having. after much partying, he wants to take a break and go out to catch a breather—recharge his batteries, so to speak, maybe drink some water because all this alcohol and jumping around is probably not a good mix.]

[he's stumbling about the place however, bursting into people's personal space and their conversations, making a brave effort of being up on his feet without much stumbling.]

Hey, woops, sorry — have you seen my jacket? It's blue and — blueish. With like, a blue thingie at the front, uh...

[he's in one of those stubborn drunk moments where he cannot go out without his jacket, even if it won't kill him.]

004 WILDCARD

[i'm game with anything!! give him presents, hugs, whatever... i'm also at armiger]

003

[verselet]

[After all is said and done, V simply isn’t much of a party-goer. There’s only so much he can appreciate the lurid lights and the thumping bass beat, even if they had been so graciously delegated to the VIP lounge. After all, that comes with its own brand of expectations — expensive drinks, dancing, and chatting it up with strangers. Not the sort of cloth that V was ever cut from, and probably never will be.

So it’s no surprise that after the party’s gone on for a while yet, V can be found outside, enjoying the nightly chill. A blessed departure from the wave of warm bodies inside.

He’s leaning against the building, arms crossed, cane held under an arm and dressed all in black. Prompto comes stumbling into his vision, asking about a jacket, and a dark brow lifts.]

The one you had me watch over?

[The one that is nowhere to be seen, definitely not on V’s person.]

KIND OF A WILDCARD.

[laozu]

[ his hands find their way to prompto's sweet, freckly little face - or one does, pinching and twisting the skin there lightly. his other hand is busy with one of the maeda brat's freaky mixers, stolen right out of prompto's hands while he's giving him little party pinches. one for every year of his life - er, how many years it is again? never mind, he's just content to be giving prompto awful little squeezes on his cheek.

it's obvious that he's enjoying it too, through the bond that all displaced share with one another ( the devilish lilt of someone enjoying having a little fun at the birthday boy's expense ). ]

Congratulations and many more happy moments to you! I have a gift for you, please hold out your hands and make sure that your augmentation-reality mechanism is turned on so that you're able to see my grand gesture!

[ he downs prompto's drink without even batting an eye at the theft, and tosses the cup into the nearest recycling receptacle, clapping his hands together eagerly. ]

001

[998]

[jon laughs and allows himself to be dragged on to the dance floor, leaving the waffles drizzled with lemon curd he'd brought somewhere near sansa (probably not a wise move). it's finally cool enough at night for him wear a nice leather shirt sansa's made him, with white wolves (with red eyes) on the topmost flap. there's a white, red-eyed wolf peeking out on the collar too--easily recognizable as the hilt of his sword, with a slit for the crossguard hidden among some leathery feather appliques. he's had a few pints of the stout, but has avoided stronger drink out of fear of getting sleepy (or weepy....) as he's been putting in a lot of extra hours volunteering in addition to his regular worknights.]

I don't know this one.

[as in this dance. he doesn't know any of them, actually. he grips prompto's forearm a bit helplessly.]

wildcard-ish.

[evite]

[ daisy isn't much in a party mood, if she's perfectly honest. she can't not celebrate prompto's birthday, though; not coming at all would be worse than anything else.

she's not going to interrupt him dancing or greeting his friends, but when she spots him zooming past her current spot on the couch, daisy flags him down with a quiet: ]

Hey. [ and when he doesn't turn around: ] Prompto!

[ don't ignore your mom-slash-big-sister, even if it is your party. ]

001 hi killer

[girlcorrupted]

[ It was a mistake, to get closer to the crowed, to even humor the idea of trying to dance- the barely-dancing kind, where you just sort of sway to the beat. If she had just stayed toward the back or near the bar, she wouldn't be getting grabbed right now and pulled in by that murder-weirdo from the dorms, nearly tripping over he feet as she's pulled. ]

Oh! Uhm- no, I..I have no experien-

[ Aaaaand she's being twirled. She really is going to fall over at this rate. ]

001;

[wiccant]

( usually, there'd be a little comment about not being great, that maybe prompto should find a different dance partner, but billy's--had one or two drinks. he's got a nice, pleasant buzz and doesn't let that hold him back this time.

instead, he laughs when prompto grabs hold of him and moves into it easy. raises both their hands up as he moves to the rhythm of the beat. billy's really not--dressed for a super fancy party but that doesn't seem to bother him any, either. )

Having fun?

002

[adsero]

Woah, careful Prompto! [He'd heard of the friendship-destroying powers of Uno, though he hasn't personally experienced it, so Abel can at least get on board with the story and understand what Prompto is describing. But he lost track of the second half of it when Prompto almost ate the bar and Abel panicked.]

How about some water, yeah? Just one for me.

02

[windowsills]

[ Oh boy. Oh no.

Alex finds Prompto way too late apparently, as he seems to be totally and completely wastey face.

Alex reaches out and grabs him on instinct, to steady him. He is very much into this story. Is Gladio the friend he had mentioned before? She makes a note to ask him later. Right now he seems to be in such a good mood that she will save him any words of warning about alcohol poisoning and hangovers from hell as well as missing friends. Instead she subtly slides her glass of water next to his drink and hopes he picks up that instead. ]

Ah, I’m late to the party it seems.

[ a warm smile and she pats his arm affectionately. The empathy bond is glowing and she knows she’s emitting a fond feeling and just a bit of worry on to him. So she takes her hand away. Tonight is his night after all. ]

Can I get you anything?

001

[motivation]

Oh, why not.

[ and with that very enthusiastic pronouncement, dutch lets him pull her onto the dancefloor. ]

[myownwoman]

[ gaby slides in when prompto takes a breather from dancing, not at all looking as awkward as she feels. (and she feels so very awkward.) she dressed up for the occasion: a pretty blue and white dress under a white pleather jacket, hair neatly combed out into a twiggy era pixie cut, perfectly made up. fashion icon up in here.

she leans over to tap prompto's shoulder and when he turns he will find her holding a small box in her hands. ]

Happy birthday.

003 POWER-SLIDES IN L8

[cyberlife]

(he practically invited himself, prone to that when there's good company — even markus might appreciate this sort of music, recognizable singers with actual talent, culture, and lyrics to enjoy. instead of that bass-heavy, indecipherable electro-pop you can feel knocking on the inside of your ribs.

so connor's there at the bar on a stool out of the way, waiting for an opportunity to chat and give his birthday wishes. prompto comes to him and there's the angry sting of a fresh wound he's professional enough to smile through, sad for what's happened months past but otherwise thrilled to see him. they both remember the sort of person they lost, now they're two souls left to handle things by themselves. as it is, he hopes his presence doesn't dredge up bad memories.)

With that description, Prompto, we'll find it in no time. (sarcastic, harmless ribbing, for a young man who enjoys that sort of thing, lopsided smile fond when it makes an appearance. a hand raises to steady him — attempts to, anyway, with a warm hold lingering on his shoulder.)

Are you alright? You've been doing some celebrating...

[mutriarchy]

[ He's 'fashionably late' to this whole affair, practically skidding into the party and slinging an arm around Prompto the second he spies him, minding any skin to skin contact, to shove a box into his hand. ]

Happy birthday dude!

[ the box is empty, sorry. but there's a scrap of paper that says 'check cooltalk' and he'll find a bunch of filters in there, some novelty and some actually useful ones. ]

004

[selfimage]

[ it's toward the end of the night that Loki arrives, lingering like an onlooker rather than a party goer. this isn't the first time that he's creeped around a party (though it's usually his own parties that he tends to exhibit this behavior), and it most likely won't be the last. this place isn't a place to let go—instead Loki approaches everything with some wariness. the party is at the end of its last upswing when he finds Prompto.

he doesn't want to make his face too seen. even being here he's rolling the dice. ]

Hello, there. Is this generally what mortals do in celebration of their day of birth?

[ despite all of his caution, he took advantage of the drink. ]

Abel ★ STARFIGHTER

[adsero]

[001]

[Someone is very irate about all of this.]

[It's not that Hideki slighted him, or that Cain has to pay attention to someone else for the evening, or even that Abel is off sitting at the bar by himself while everyone is having a good time. It's just everything is so fancy. So expensive. There's meat here for crying out loud, and Abel...]

[...Abel couldn't possibly have thrown Cain a nicer party than this. And that annoys him deeply. He barely has a job and can't support the pair of them, there's no way he could have done something like this. But he'd wanted to, of course, when he'd found out that Cain's birthday was right around the corner. But Hideki had beaten him to it, the jerk.]

[Scowling into his glass, Abel sits at one end of the bar looking dourly at Hideki playing around at being a terrible bartender. He should move before he's spotted.]


[002]

[After a few drinks most of the edge has come off of his jealousy, and the dance floor calls. Abel's dancing is awkward, but at least it's more or less contained to his personal space and he's not flinging elbows and drawing blood. He definitely dances like someone who's only done it a few times before and just moves how he feels.]

[But if he catches someone looking or is otherwise interrupted, he might just try to slink away in embarrassment.]


[003]

[He shouldn't leave until Cain wants to, and Abel imagines he's going to have to stay until Hideki is satisfied that he's had a good enough time. Waiting on Hideki's satisfaction could take all night, in Abel's experience.]

[At least outside it's a little quieter. People are talking and smoking in small groups, but the pounding of the music doesn't follow them outside, and Abel is thankful for the break now that his buzz is wearing off and he's annoyed again. He gnaws sulkily on a wagyu skewer, his Moscow Mule condensating onto the table while he reclines on a loveseat and looks at the sky. He's playing around with a constellation overlay he found, tracing shapes and tapping stars to see if he remembers their names and positions. It's annoying how often he's wrong, and how often he's distracted enough that he forgets to guess before tapping.]


[004]

[Eventually not even loud music can save Abel from the exhaustion. Copper mug clasped between his hands, Abel is passed out in one of the booths-- sleeping, not intoxicated, with his jacket wadded up under his head like a pillow. He just meant to rest for a moment, but a moment has long passed and he's been here for the past fifteen or twenty minutes.]

[A few unknowns take note, and giggling, start moving towards Abel with a cup of ice. Somebody's about to become the center of the entertainment...]


[005]

((Or we can wildcard it! :D I'm over at kouject for plotting!))

01!

[girlcorrupted]

[ Being the one who initially invited her, and the first familiar face she spots has Angel b-lining to join Able when she spots him at the bar by his lonesome. She's not shy! But it's been a hot never since she had to make small talk in person and in a setting such as this one, it's a little (a lot) overwhelming, familiarity is comfort.

She comes over to him and greets with a smile, taking a seat on one of the high barstools beside him. ]

Um, thank you for the invite. I'm not sure I would have attended without being sure I knew someone--

Sorry, did I come over at a bad time?

01

[998]

[jon's been trying to flag down hideki for twenty minutes now. he''s been considering taking the bar over for the past ten. but this is his one night off, and he's determined to buy a round for his friends. it's hard to believe anyone could ignore the glare (or deep v) he's sporting, but it's hard to believe a lot of things about hideki maeda. jon nods at abel, who he's fairly sure he saw around the new tokyo dorms. usually with cain...]

This is ridiculous.

003

[verselet]

[It’s a familiar face he recognizes, a remembrance from his less-than-flattering time during the Halloween carnival. V, having been drawn outside, pushed away from the noise and the partying like a magnet facing the wrong way, enjoys the nighttime air — but that same enjoyment is easily set aside to amble towards Abel, the soft click of a newly-acquired cane utilized and kept in one hand heralding his approach.

The constellation overlay is one that V might step inside to make his presence known (by accident or on purpose? a good question), a line of stars flickering across his dark clothing.]

Hello again.

[Eyes cast down at the other, he notices something shaped like impatience. Or annoyance.]

You don’t look like you’re having much fun.

cain | ota

[blyat]

001: spin me right round

[It's not his choice of celebration. Cain had planned to stay home, cook a meal with Abel, keep to himself, maybe nurse his own bottle of whiskey — hadn't planned even to tell anyone this date's particular significance. So social media has betrayed him, to Hideki Maeda of all people, with the clout and influence and monetary capability to pull off the utter opposite: a big flashy party with his name plastered across the invitations. And he has to go, because it's part of the plan. A plan since wildly grown out of its original scope.

He's since come to peace with it, deciding instead to enjoy the free high-quality booze and food. Cain is difficult to miss in a tight gold shirt bright and shining under the lights, his usual black earring replaced with one of the same metallic color. As soon as he's a few drinks in — enough to feel looser with the relaxation of alcohol, caught in the music, thoroughly distracted — Cain's out on the dance floor.

If he sees someone he knows, he won't hesitate to pull them in with one gloved hand. Enjoy being spun in an almost graceful circle, then released, then reeled back in. Unlike Hideki, he can actually dance. Yet it's a half-mocking grace for the slow Whitney Houston song thrumming over the floor. Not really to his taste, but whatever.

For anyone he doesn't immediately recognize, Cain will still sidle on up,] Friend of Prompto's, or what?

002: i want your meat

[As someone who's experienced little of the culinary world at large, Cain's had no problem adjusting to the dietary demands of New Amsterdam. That doesn't mean he's ignorant of what's being offered at the open bar. Perched at one of the stools, there's a plate of meat hors d'oeuvre in front of him. And yes, he's eating straight off it, glass of whiskey to the side.]

Want some?

[With one of the biodegradable plastic toothpicks, Cain raises a piece of well-cooked meat wrapped in some sort of salted garlic bread.]

How much do you think this whole fuckin' plate cost? 'Bout as much as my kidneys on the black market?

003: come on baby, take it easy

[There comes a point where everything, the lights and alcohol and loud music and Hideki's attention, all of it finally drives him onto the balcony for fresher air. He goes out alone without anticipating interception. Avoiding it, maybe. For as wild as he likes to party, the fact that this is all about him... and it's coming from someone he hardly knows, someone he's meant to manipulate for the purpose of (valuable, greater-good) information, it gets to be enough.

Any other partygoers will find Cain here, jacketed arms hooked over the railing, pen perched between his lips. He inhales thin streams of vaporous nicotine and breathes the opaque clouds out over the city.]

004: wildcard

[This is his birthday party, he's around, find him anywhere! I'm also at magisterium if you want to chat something out.]

002

[998]

[oh, that's right, it's cain's nameday too. jon feels a bit bad that he didn't bring him a present. or even his own waffles. jon eyes the meat rolls suspiciously, but takes it.]

What is it?

[he holds it up to eye level, trying to determine the animal that went into it. he shrugs, and takes a bite. the garlic is strong. it's hard for jon to determine the nuances of the meat over it, but he does enjoy the flavor combination.]

It's good.

[he grins at cain.]

Happy nameday. Let me buy your next drink.

[he doesn't even know if cain likes lemon curd....and it's on all the waffles.....why didn't he get some plain???]

Angel | OTA

[girlcorrupted]

01. [ Angel has never been to a place like this. Sure, there were a number of fancy, bustling clubs on Helios that she could survey at her leisure, but her tenure undeground began long before she was old enough to attend herself.

She hopes she's dressed appropriately, a simple black dress with white accents that pick up the clubs lights every time they change colour. You can catch her being a bit of a wallflower, though she would love to dance- she just needs someone to help her overcome the nerves to try. ]

02.[ As the night goes on and the sound of the club rises as people become more inebriated, Angel will decide it'd be best to step out and catch some fresh air, do some star gazing- despite the light pollution of the city.
She doesn't love the silence, far too much room for her own thoughts to seep in and make themselves comfortable, but the excitement and good feelings around her are enough to keep them at bay, and for now it's just her and the stars. You're welcome to join her, if you're looking for a break too. ]

It's amazing... how small looking up there can make you feel, don't you think?

02

[cyberlife]

(hands clasp at his back, out of the way. prone to fidget and worry, that's where they've begun to settle recently in an attempt to hide his own very obvious tells. it's lively in there, with music, drinks, dancing, and food, but being tempted by real meat hors d'oeuvres isn't something he'd like to get used to.

so connor stands alongside angel, a little ways down the sidewalk. her voice is what catches his attention fully, unassumingly pretty.)

Yes, I do. Even with an entire galaxy explored, it's vast beyond imagining. (gravitating closer to a conversational closeness, his shoulders hitch into a subtle shrug; he's a ground-oriented man with his focus elsewhere. still, he can admire it.) I was lucky enough to get to go, once — my friend and I went to the moon. Is that something you'd be interested in?

a table of ice and fire/game of waffles

[998]

[jon made sure they picked up waffles from Sweetwaffel on the way here as he didn't have any proper gifts at hand. the result is a dozen liege waffles drizzled with lemon curd arranged neatly in a compostable box. they are on a small table where he, sansa, and daenerys can sit and rest or drink or indeed eat the waffles. their coats and scarves are largely draped across the chairs. they're all dressed with the intention of showing off sansa's clothing to major influencers purported to be here. jon has a leather shirt sansa made for him with a slit through which longclaw's white wolf hilt can be seen poking out among some leathery scale embellishments, with matching white, red-eyed wolves on the topmost flap.

the waffles are for everyone, but especially prompto!!...and sansa.]

[dragonwarder]

[Daenerys looks less out of her element than she had initially. Thanks to Sansa, she's ditched most of the mismatched clothing and exchanged it for a simple black leatherette hi-low dress, worn over a sheer red gown of sorts. Small scales are embroidered with red and silver thread in the sleeves and near her shoulders.

Her hair has also blessedly been tamed by Prompto, despite its short length. It hadn't taken overly long for Daenerys to seek the quiet of the table -- for as much as she was the people's queen, it was easy to be overwhelmed with such...familiarity. Also the music.

But Prompto had been kind, and she is not about to forsake the nameday of one of her new acquaintances on the basis of discomfort. Instead, she's sitting at the table attempting to fiddle with a ring that is no longer on her finger (and had not been since she was dumped out of that vehicle) and eyeballing the box of waffles.

In her other hand is a mostly untouched glass of spiced wine.]

Quite the feast you've prepared, my lord.

dutch | killjoys

[motivation]

[ dutch isn't big on birthday parties as such - and it has nothing to do with the fact that she wouldn't even know when to celebrate her own birthday, thanks to the complicated circumstances of her coming into existence and khlyen messing with everyone's memories about the events. it's just not that important.

but it is to prompto, she figures, and no matter how much she might deny it if pressed, she likes him. - besides, there's free alcohol.

so she shows up, dressed in an outfit worthy of the premises. find her at the private bar, drinking far more and far more steadily than someone her size really should (but don't worry: her liver is used to it) or in the outdoor area, overlooking the city.

at some point, after a fair amount of drinks, she might even dance. she's never heard of whitney houston, so she's just moving to the music, not singing along - but every motion is fluid and easy. dutch is a warrior - but she's a trained dancer, too. ]