But Prompto is too drunk to be anything but oblivious. And somehow, that’s ended up with the two of them standing awkwardly close to the DJ, whose attentions are slowly being pulled in their hovering directions. But V, who sees no reason to not grant Prompto exactly what he wants, introverted but never self-conscious, steps forward and leans in, indicating his attempt at asking for an announcement.
He seems successful after a bit of shouting (forced to repeat himself more than once) over the impossibly loud music, having sold his request by prefacing it was at the behest of one of the birthday boys. And so with a grin and a wave of encouragement, DJ Semicolon ushers V to stand behind the sleek podium, the futuristic mic ready to receive whatever he says, while the music fades out over the dance floor.]
Good evening. [V’s voice practically fills the nightclub, warmed tones and even delivery. With such a sharp change from music to some dude going into Narration Voice, it’s enough to make most of the party goers pause in their dancing, glancing towards the DJ booth. V continues, unbothered by the attention.]
I hope you’re all having fun tonight. And sorry for the interruption, but I have a both a message and a request from a blond-headed birthday boy.
[A dramatic pause goes here, because one always inserts a dramatic pause before getting to the point.]
1/2 i can't believe you're making me write this
[There’s a difference. It’s all about intent.
But Prompto is too drunk to be anything but oblivious. And somehow, that’s ended up with the two of them standing awkwardly close to the DJ, whose attentions are slowly being pulled in their hovering directions. But V, who sees no reason to not grant Prompto exactly what he wants, introverted but never self-conscious, steps forward and leans in, indicating his attempt at asking for an announcement.
He seems successful after a bit of shouting (forced to repeat himself more than once) over the impossibly loud music, having sold his request by prefacing it was at the behest of one of the birthday boys. And so with a grin and a wave of encouragement, DJ Semicolon ushers V to stand behind the sleek podium, the futuristic mic ready to receive whatever he says, while the music fades out over the dance floor.]
Good evening. [V’s voice practically fills the nightclub, warmed tones and even delivery. With such a sharp change from music to some dude going into Narration Voice, it’s enough to make most of the party goers pause in their dancing, glancing towards the DJ booth. V continues, unbothered by the attention.]
I hope you’re all having fun tonight. And sorry for the interruption, but I have a both a message and a request from a blond-headed birthday boy.
[A dramatic pause goes here, because one always inserts a dramatic pause before getting to the point.]