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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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[ 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. ]

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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.

Edited 2019-05-20 02:21 (UTC)

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]

Edited 2019-05-20 02:55 (UTC)

[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.]

[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!

[prompto nearly gives himself whiplash when he hears v talking and, unsurprisingly, his attention zeroes on the man and prompto makes his way outside, trying to not have his feet betray him. he's too warm from drinking, he can't possibly sense the cold.]

What do you mean!

[that's a heavy hand on one of his arms, for balance.]

You said you'd look after it!

[v did not.]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[Prompto is suddenly latching onto his arm, and V's expression turns into a mild frown as he has to adjust his balance accordingly. Thankfully, his long sleeves block out any accidental activations of the empathy bond.

Flushed red, smelling of alcohol, V thinks that the other has had obviously too much to drink; thus, the jacket conundrum. One that V is of no mind to offer comfort, not when his memory flashes back to-]

You tossed it at me like I was some sort of living coat rack. I never said I would look after it.

[It was rude as heck.]

Yeah, but—!

[he's not gonna even try to deny it. he did pretty much toss the jacket at v and didn't wait for an answer, just because the song that was playing was one of his favorites as of late.]

[groaning, prompto presses his forehead onto his own arm—the one holding onto v—swaying a little at the sudden shift of balance on his person.]

[looking up now] Where'd you see it last?

Aaaahhhhh...

[prompto's reaction is mostly exaggerated, but it also bears some truth, as the pinching is getting a little painful after the 8th one. he tries swatting at the other's hands, but finds his efforts falling flat in the face of such an adversary...]

Thank you, thank you!

[—that was his drink, but although he runs at his red cheeks after the assault on them, prompto holds out his hands and initiates the augmentation-reality app on his implant.]

It can't possibly be grander than the pinching...

[save him]

Edited 2019-05-20 03:43 (UTC)

[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.]

A girl complimented the jacket. I gave it to her while she disappeared onto the dance floor.

[Spoken so casually like it ain't no thing. And it isn't, because you shouldn't trust V to watch over useless items that he didn't agree to protect.

He raises his arm in a little nudge, trying to get Prompto's eyes to focus on him.] You're going to regret your current state in the morning. Forget about fumbling around for your jacket and take a moment to recover.

You— You gave some girl wha— whah— agh— my blue denim jacket?!

[that's an oddly specific descriptor for someone who is as drunk as he is, and it's so bad because v is so casual about it—so it's even more obvious that prompto seems to be overreacting.]

[he's still pretty frazzled by that information, ready to storm off and find his jacket in the dance floor, but the nudge keeps him steady and on the spot.]

Okay, good point, but it's cold??

[ had he two hands free, he'd be giving the other cheek the same treatment!

with prompto offering both hands, he assumes the AR application is active, which means he's able to present his gift: a red envelope with golden lettering ( ancient chinese script, auto-translated to happy returns - which may have been an estimation on the equipment's behalf ), containing a small amount of credits - thirty or so. ]

It's tradition, where I come from, to offer money in red envelopes on momentous occasions. I didn't know how old you were, so I hazarded a guess -- threes are a good number, the word for "three" can mean "to live" as well. I hope you live well, Prompto, and have a good year of life ahead of you.

Neither do I! It doesn't matter!

[as much as prompto is a lot more familiar with this kind of music, the point is not to worry about it, and just go with it.]

[he's smiling brightly, dragging jon towards where the crowd is—because more people means more energy and less awkwardness because everything is awkward!]

[ 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. ]

[dragging is good. it means jon knows the movements expected of him here.]

What do I do...?

[help he knows nothing. all the dances he's learned have been highly specific and not like this. he leans forward.]

I brought you waffles but your real present isn't ready yet.

[mostly because jon didn't know it was prompto's nameday until he got invited to this party, and he'd frantically messaged fitz about a bow shortly after.]

I think it feels nice. It’s too warm in there... and too loud.

[They make for a hilarious contrast to the odd passerby. V and his unaffected manner, versus Prompto’s lamenting over his lost denim jacket. The taller man is unmoving, looking down at him evenly.]

If you were so attached to it, why did you take it off to begin with?

[And literally throw it at his face. This might be the true sticking point.]

[oh.]

[it's not so much the thirty credits that prompto gets that cause his reaction to change from unamused bemusement to something more constricted, smile somewhat shaky. the sentiment is too sincere—far more than what prompto had been expecting. to live well, to have a good year of life.]

[he's sniffling]

Momo—!

[the dream. mo xuanyu.]

[and yeah, brace yourself for this hug]

[ oh no

oh wait

oh YES, the tears are not because prompto is upset - they're happy tears, which assures him that he's Said A Good Thing.

so he's not really braced for the hug, but it's okay. he's stronger than he looks, able to stumble a little and regain his balance once prompto's gone for the kill. he laughs, quick and bright, patting his back while he stammers a little: ] I won't keep y-- there there, don't cry, you'll ruin your freckles--

I won't keep you from your party and your friends, I'm sure they all want to wish you well. Hope you don't mind if I keep stealing these... uniquely shitty drinks from your strange friend.

[ also "momo" is literally the best

he's dying inside and can't wait to brag to lan wangji about it ]

Cuz I wanted to go dance! The jacket wasn't part of the outfit...

[DUH? WTF]

It's not that I'm super attached, I just—

[woah, random need to take a step back, still gripping onto v. the surprise of that totally stopped his train of thought and now he can't remember what he was about to go into a tirade about.]

'nyway, so. [aha] Lend me your cane.

[It's inevitable they get dragged through the crowd into Hideki's vice-like embrace and attention. After all, this party's only happened because of him, and the dynamic so far has spoken similarly. They'd endured several days of it in the cold of New Tokyo. Cain's not sure how comfortable he is with this flagrant display of wealth -- he's never seen money like this in his life -- but is there anything else he can do at this point but play along?

Hideki isn't that unbearable. Vapid, a little tone-deaf, but the drinks are nice. And it never feels like there are any ill intentions. Maybe that's the worst part.

Cain goes along, carefully balancing a glass of whiskey in one hand as he's hauled toward the pile of pillows. At the sight of champagne, he knocks back what's left of his drink... and then reaches to open one of the bottles. Champagne in a whiskey glass, who's gonna judge him? Holding his liquor well works to his benefit in situations like these.]

Not bad. [Smirking broadly, he takes the other side of the couch. Less handsy than Prompto, but confident and self-assured as he pours two more servings into proper flutes this time.] Music's pretty good. How'd you get this guy to play, aren't they some big-shot musician?

Edited 2019-05-20 04:17 (UTC)

[his laugh is a little wet as he pulls away after the other's words.]

Yeah, they're — pretty shitty drinks, huh!

[but he's smiling despite the obvious dampness on his cheeks (and no, his freckles aren't ruined, thanks), lavender eyes alight with the mirth the dwells inside him at such thoughtful, kind words.]

My freckles are okay, Momo. [he's giggling despite himself, eyes crinkling as his cheeks hurt from smiling] They'll always be okay!

[what]

Waffles?!

[that's crazy, and prompto's laughing at that. omg who brings waffles to a party like this?? but he's not about to say no to them!]

Dude, just move your feet however you want! After this song I wanna eat the waffles though!

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one night of magic rush

hideki maeda • npc • ota (see notes)

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