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.]

Comments

[blyat]

[That's no fun.]

You mean a birthday? [Okay, he gets it. Nameday. Clever.] So what if someone doesn't get a name?

[Unlikely, but he can't imagine it hasn't happened.]

[998]

[jon shrugs, a bit helplessly. it's a party, but there's no happy answer to this question.]

If there's no one around to give you a name, there won't be anybody to remember what day it was you were born on.

[children are sold or forgotten everywhere. jon can't imagine anyone keeps track of the day they were born.]

[blyat]

If there's no one around, don't you just end up dead?

[Can't be born into the world without help, is his assumption. An enlightening topic. Cain tips back his drink and takes another swallow.]

Why does a name even fuckin' matter that much?

[998]

[dead or sold. but that line of conversation doesn't lead anywhere. the next one isn't much better, but it's cain's party...jon furrows his brow.]

It's who you are.

[he could call himself jon stark, or jon targaryen, but it wouldn't be his name. he'd look false and desperate, especially to himself.]

Why should it matter, what day you were born? It's just a reason to have parties and give gifts. Another year done.

[jon hasn't had much use for namedays since robb died. each one brings them further apart. but he's glad to have a reason to get together with friends...]

Suppose it's easier to give everyone their own days, or we wouldn't have time for all the parties. A naming--or a birth--that's worth remembering.

[even if your mother died giving birth to you......another reason to hate his nameday.]

[blyat]

[Fallen to silence while Jon speaks, it brings him to question the difference in his two separate identities: Cain, who he was in the Alliance as a Fighter and who he's presented himself as here, and Alexei, a private and personal memory of who he used to be. If it matters that he's continued to carry 'Cain' into this world where code names don't serve the same purpose as they did in the military.

It's just a brief thought, because he's too drunk to really take it apart. And because Cain's not the type to linger and agonize over ruminations (not always, at least).]

Guess it's how we keep track of how long we've been orbiting around the sun. Not gonna live forever. [Morbid... Anyway,] People gotta invent a reason to party.

Had any drinks yet? Our benevolent host's footing the bill on all this shit, so you should take advantage of it while you can. [Gestures with the whiskey glass.] Top shelf stuff.

[998]

[jon nods, tries to push all thoughts of robb to the back of his mind.]

Aye, there's good ale here. I've had a couple pints.

[taking note of the names, for market research. he glances at cain's glass.]

What're you drinking?

[so he can refill it, if necessary.]

[blyat]

[Ale? Aye? The more he speaks to Jon, the more interesting that accent and dialect is.]

Whiskey. Top shelf, smooth as fuck. You wanna try some?

[He offers out the glass, as if expecting Jon will take a sip off the rim.]

[998]

[well he's not about to start drinking lager. he smiles, holds up a hand.]

Too sweet for me.

[he does glance down to see if there's ice in there. he glances back at cain, raises his eyebrows.]

You should try it with lemon.

[blyat]

This is too sweet for you? Then you probably hate all cocktails, huh.

[He raises a brow, swirling his drink with a chink of ice. Since the days of water rationing -- which made ice itself a luxury -- he's learned to value it. Of course a place like this would have it in spades for the drinks, and even fashioned into a fancy large sphere in the cup.]

Nah, never tried lemon. Supposed to make it better? Are you a professional at this?

[998]

[jon's mouth quirks. ]

Aye.

[he is a professional, for all of two weeks. but he's been doing a lot of research, and gaby's teaching him about the beer industry.]

You need a balance. A whiskey sour, now--the lemon cuts the sweetness of the whiskey, like a lemoncake's better than eating sugar on its own. I wouldn't put it with cola like some, but coffee's all right--well, it depends on the coffee.

[you never know, here.]

This would be the place to try it, I imagine.

[blyat]

I like it alone just fine. Tastes good enough.

[Never having come from somewhere that it mattered, and given that the contraband alcohol on the ship was more like varnish than liquor, the whiskey in his glass now is some of the best he's ever had.

Maybe he'll try the lemon at a later point.]

So, you buddies with Prompto?

[998]

[jon casts a sidelong glance at cain. he's closer with prompto, but he thought they were all 'invite each other to parties' friends. perhaps buddies means something different than he thought it meant?]

Aye, we're friends.

[he nods back towards the table where the waffles are.]

Sansa and I picked up Sweetwaffel for the two of you. Careful your Cooltalk followers don't eat them all before you do.

[a small, weary smile.]