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one night of magic rush

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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[the call of his name gets him to whip around quickly, his feet tangling together momentarily, until he spots daisy and gets to straighten himself up proper.]

Oh, hey, Daisy!

[slightly inebriated, he falls gracelessly onto the couch close to her and wraps her in a hug. rip their empathy bond, at least prompto's nothing but wild, happy feelings right now.]

I'm so glad to see you! Where's Illya?

[cuz where one is, the other obviously follows]

[Part of the outfit? Wasn’t the jacket part of the outfit? He’s not quite sure he understands the logic behind that statement — but then again, maybe it’s his fault for thinking he can pry out sense from someone already so inebriated.

Prompto taking a step back seems to sever any train of thought heading in that direction. V looks at him dubiously, uncertain about the request and the sudden change of subject both. His cane is still tucked neatly under his arm, balanced there this whole time. V becomes hyperaware of its position.]

...Why?

[there is no particular way jon wants to move his feet. he sort of awkwardly copies prompto, swaying back and forth to the rhythm.]

The liege waffles with lemon curd from Sweetwaffel. A dozen of them.

[a perfectly adequate party food. wait, did prompto think he made breakfast waffles? ...........in the toaster?]

I didn't know what other toppings you like. Or what to do with my feet--

[prompto takes the question as an affirmation, and so he takes (wrangles) the cane from v's hold. even pretty drunk, prompto's a lot stronger than v. sucks to suck, etc.]

[that done, he doesn't go too far, moving maybe five feet away from v and setting the cane down on the floor—and stepping away.]

[now he's pointing at it like it's part of some exhibit.]

Wow! Your cane is missing! I wish someone would help you find it!

[this is dumb and he is drunk. there's another stumble and he nearly falls on his ass.]

[ she's careful to extricate herself sooner rather than later. her own emotions are muddled, and it isn't fair to put a damper on prompto's celebration by splashing them over him like cold water. ]

He's getting a drink, I think. I just wanted to make sure you got our present?

[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!))

[ wow those really are some powerful freckles ]

Of course they will be, Toto.

[ if prompto gets to give him a cute nickname, he better be able to take what he serves. ]

Make sure you drink water, too. You don't want to be waking up with a headache, no matter how much fun you have tonight.

[He can’t stop it before the cane is slipped from his grasp, wrangled away by Prompto even as he tries to keep hold of it. For a moment, he’s reminded of the prank Griffon had played on him, and vague irritation flares up in his chest, just a small thing—

But it’s replaced by something almost disbelieving as the other just... wanders like five feet away and lays his cane flat on the ground between them.]

You...

[V can only comprehend the point Prompto is trying to make in that “drunken logic” kind of way. There’s a moment where he just stares, brow furrowed, but something tugging lopsidedly at his lips.]

Right. What a shame that someone’s stolen off with it. A drunken thief in the night. Whatever shall I do?

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.]

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[she asks the question, and prompto stares a while, as if scratching through his mind for whatever it is she could be talking about.]

[and then it clicks]

The suit, right? It's one of those tailor-made ones? I did!

A dozen.

[prompto stops a moment to just — laugh, wow. that's a lot of pancakes]

Those are huge! How did they even let you in with them? Woah, what if someone's eating them right now?!

[don't worry about the feet, jon, prompto wants to witness these pancakes]

I think I'll be waking up with a headache anyway, but I'll be living my life well, at least!

[more powerful than his freckles are the words that wifi has gifted him; they resonate with something he's been feeling in his gut, ever since he's been here by himself, without his friends from back home.]

I'll make sure to use these credits in something worthwhile.

[he starts grinning at how v reacts, but seems to catch himself halfway through and steels his expression to feigned annoyance.]

Right! Now you know how I feel!

[?? no, it's not... not the same...]

[with minimal effort (surprising, for how much he's had to drink), prompto picks up the cane again and walks back to v, handing it back. he's not so mean he can keep a joke going for a while...]

And I've returned it! Saving the day! So, [grabbing him by the arm again, he tugs at v off the railing of the balcony, before going around and starting to push him, hands at his back] help me find my jacket!

["stop fumbling and take a moment to recover," it's like you don't know him.]

[jon laughs, bemused. all of prompto's reactions to the waffles have been...unexpected. they were arranged neatly in a (compostable) box, with a festive compostable ribbon. looking around, jon's sure larger gifts have been brought and tucked away somewhere.]

They're in a box. With Sansa.

[...probably not the safest place for lemon curd waffles. he frowns, beginning to realize his mistake.]

Even she couldn't manage more than two...

[maybe three....]

We could check on the waffles.

[He’ll remember this for later. Point out exactly how ridiculous he’s acting and the fallacy of his logic, something to amuse himself over a day or two from now. But when the cane is returned, he barely has a chance to grip at his hilt before Prompto is behind him, hands pressed at his back.

V moves because he has no choice, unless he wants to stumble face-forward onto the ground.]

You want—

[Ugh, they’ve crossed the threshold of the balcony and now he’s inside again, the loud music and swelling laughter catching in his ears.]

Are you really expecting me to go asking around for your jacket among all these people?

[Why can’t Prompto ever chill?]

Just buy another one.

[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???]

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[ She's an infrequent presence on social media as a woman who predates the rise and prevalence of it. But she receives the invitation all the same and while this is a shindig she'd fully avoid under different circumstances, she knows the birthday celebrants; and Cain, in particular, is someone with whom she shares a more storied history. So she does pass by — not for long, keeping to the fringes of the thrumming and wild party as she scans the writhing crowd for one of the men of the hour. (She knows what he's wearing from his tagged photos on Cooltalk. Shouldn't be difficult to spot.)

In the distance, surrounded by admirers, she notices the infamous Maeda boy. If she's curious, she doesn't let it get the better of her despite coming by straight from work. This isn't a business venture tonight, despite being a fascinating glimpse into how the other half lives. So she pushes on towards the balcony, intercepting a glass of whiskey along the way.

The music gives way to the white noise of a city down below, muffled bass thumping through it all. It's been cooler in the evenings lately, but the air feels crisper this high up. Peggy comes up alongside Cain without much preamble and leans her elbows on the railing, gaze out towards the skyline rather than to the young man at her side, and glass to her red lips. ]

I was wondering where you'd gone, [ she says at length, after a sip. It's the best she's had in New Amsterdam. Must be expensive. She shoots a smile at him, subdued but sincere. ] I'd feel terrible for losing you twice in a party like that.

[ Their first meeting at the Insomniac's Ball, barely a few months ago. Strange how long ago that feels now. ]

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?

[ 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?

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[ Angel's been offered some form of alcohol since her arrival, placed between her thumb and forefinger before she could politely refuse- not that the waiter would have heard her over this music. Actually, it's surprising she manages to hear anything herself, as a man wearing...well that sure is a shirt...approaches and speaks to her. ]

No, I hardly know him. I was invited by a...a friend.

[ Able is her friend right?? She hopes so. It's a nice thing to consider, and not something she's gotten to consider often. She twirls the stem of her glass between her fingers, brings it up to take a sip but aborts when she smells the alcohol penetrating the sweetness of the mixer. Gross, not used to it. ]

Nice....shirt?

[ She's not great at this. ]

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[ 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. ]

No, of course not! [Abel perks up when he sees it's Angel and not one of Hideki's vapid friends or one of Cain's many Cooltalk followers.] I'm glad you came, everything is... a lot, right?

[He gestures around to indicate the noise, the lights, the people. It's Hideki. It's a lot.]

Are you having a good time?

That is one way of putting it.

[ Sympathetic and yeah, it's a lot, but she doesn't want to complain, to be rude. ]

But I'm enjoying myself. I've never had the opportunity to visit a place like this before.

Are you? You seem a little...tired.

Oh, this just isn't my sort of thing, I suppose. But Cain seems to be having fun...

[He seems to be having a blast, in fact. Something that hasn't escaped Abel's notice and only serves to make him feel even more inadequate as a partner.]

And that's the point, isn't it? Obviously on your birthday you get to do what you want to do, it's not a democratic process.

[ If Angel can pride herself on anything beyond her abilities when it comes to technology, it's that she's keenly perceptive. You don't spend twelve years as a spy and not learn how to read minor social cues. ]

You know...my f-- my former employer, Jack, used to come to me for advice on many things, including personal relationships. I'd be happy to offer whatever insight I can, if you'd like.

Or just listen. I did plenty of that, too.

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