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

[isherarmor]

[Truth be told, she's a lightweight and has no business making fun of Jon. (He could drink her under the table, and for all she knows, so could Daenerys,) In Anatole she once got so drunk of sake she puked into a potted plant, but she can't help at laugh at the idea of it - Jon well in his cups, the image of Prompto helping her stumbling brother into his room, and the mock wounded look on his face - it's too much. She's laughing again.]

It's not a waste is it stays down. And it's no time for a turned stomach. There's too much food to be had that isn't crickets. All this meat. Maelys the Monstrous could have seven heads and still manage to stuff them all several times over.

[She wonders at the prospect of taking some ...to go at the eve's end: if there's any left, but says instead (and it's no less an honest thought):]

The both of you look very cool in your party vestments. Have you been ...merry thus far? It's a welcome change, truly.

[dragonwarder]

Indeed.

[She didn't say anything about getting sick. Maybe you should learn to hold your liquor better, Jon.

Of course, its all bravado. Daenerys was hardly trusting enough to allow herself to get #whitegirlwasted in front of a crowd of people. But it's Sansa who pulls her out of her mirth, if only briefly. She'd never spent enough time with Westerosi, let alone anyone who would speak of the Blackfyre Pretenders around her.

No one but Jorah and Ser Barristan. But now was not a time for mourning -- and if she'd learned anything in her brief time here, it was that times were strange.]

And you have my gratitude for your assistance with that, my Lady Stark. My festival garments would be little more than rags were it not for you.

[Credit where credit is due, and all. She still wasn't quite sure about the haircut -- but it was not as if she had much other choice in the matter, lest she look a mockery.]

[998]

[IT WAS THE COMBINATION OF CHEESES AND BEERS, ok. it sounded gross. jon hasn't gotten properly drunk since....robert baratheon's visit to winterfell. whoops. he casts sansa a bit of a Look--this is the second time this week she's spoken of maelys the monstruous. he doesn't recall her ever saying two words about the ninepenny kings before. he'd wonder if she'd just gotten to them in her studies, but he knows the answer to that. he raises his eyebrows, grins.]

Aye, we're here to make you look cool. Your party vestments.

[he grins. he's invested enough of his wages into the various materials used in their making. he's determined to promote her clothes, even if it means playing nice with deeply irritating influencers.]

It is a fair feast. Although no one's told me where it is the meat comes from.

[A PRETTY IMPORTANT POINT. he raises his eyebrows again at sansa again, deadpan this time.]

I would've thought you'd be keener on the sweets. Now you're the one who sounds like she has the stomach of a direwolf.

[the wolves would need the meat. he wishes he could save it to give to them. maybe then they'd be able to stay in the city.......]