Caravanserai [The Hub | Hypnotic Night Club]

[taurinekitten]

Name: Phoebe De'Makis
Date | Time: June 16th | meh who wears a watch to a nightclub
Wearing: Deep forest green dress
Location: Hypnotic Night Club, dance floor
Tagging: Apollo, Open

Her eyes floated up in thought as she took in what he said. "Mistress of the dark, I like that." As she looked back at him her hair fell into her eyes and she ran her hand casually up and through it again. The trials and tribulations of having long hair. She'd often thought about cutting it but as it ended up being the first thing people noticed about her she'd tend to push the idea from her head. Plus it served well as a distraction from the scar above her eye. The scar that still ached when she thought about it, finding herself absently touching it from time to time.

She pondered while dancing at his answer to her question, quietly noting she'd avoided giving one of her own. It wasn't like she hadn't thought about it, but as quickly as her brain had sent the words to her lips - the order was quickly retracted. It wasn't that he came off as untrustworthy, she just hadn't expected to leave a lasting impression on anyone. Her plan had been the same as always; show up, look around, and slip away as unnoticed as possible. Just a name and a faint memory. Surly she wasn't going to let some money change years of routine and habit. Especially now that this money presented a larger target on her back.

No not tonight, she told herself shaking her head. Breaking free from her thoughts, she brought her attention back to Apollo. The smile she gave him spread up until it sparkled in her eyes. Her body twirled and swayed slowly in front of him, pressing up against him every so often. I'm actually having a really good time, she thought to herself getting lost in Apollo's seductive brown eyes. So far she'd seen him smirk several times prompting her to make a mental note to make him smile before the night way over. Reaching out she grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips, drawing him in until she could feel his breath on hers. At this distance there was no hiding the quickening of her breath or the lust in her eyes. Quite the intriguing gentleman, she mused. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned forward until her lips touched his earlobe, "I have all night. Do you have the energy to keep up with me?". A playful grin spread across her face and she pulled her arms away, spinning around to let her backside dance against him.

[BareBeholder]

Name: Carter Crestwood
Date | Time: June 16th, a little after 9pm
Wearing: Pictured, still clueless as to what colors mean
Location: Near the dance floor in Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Everett, Ren, Elizabeth -open-

Carter was overcome by an unexpected single snort-laugh at the idea of a 'hotel cup'. He quickly composed himself from the snort but a small fit of laughter followed. How lucky he was to run into good company for his first interaction. He looked towards Everett who in return, looked back. He noticed how the man's shoulders seemed to ease a bit, his tense stature leaning a bit into a relaxed position. Physical comfort was always a good sign, and he was pleased to see that certain guards weren't being held in place anymore. Carter couldn't help but smile. It was rare, the feeling of comfortable silence during a held gaze.

The moment was suddenly and unwillingly over when a very forward woman's arms slid over Everett. When- when did she get here? Carter was taken aback by his obliviousness, he always paid attention to his surrounds, just in case he needed to prepare himself for a conversation. Now that his mind was focused on things other than Everett, he was able to take in his surroundings. Nothing really changed other than the woman's appearance. She was what the media would call "absolutely breath taking" exhibited very provocative behaviors and a very large air of confidence. He wondered how someone reached the point to feel free enough to invade another persons space. Handsome, charming...easy-going. He vicariously lived through the unnamed woman, imaging how Everett's broad shoulders must've felt...

Carter didn't really understand what was happening, she asked something, as if wanting an answer but then clearly not caring to receive one. She reached for Everett's wrist and lead him away as owner is to pet. He watched in silence, stuck on her wording How can you "borrow" someone? Of course he didn't mind if Everett wanted to join her for some dancing- even though he didn't necessarily want to part ways, being happy with the idea of spending the whole evening with him. Either way, the situation didn't call for permission, even if she wasn't waiting to be granted. Why not state instead of ask. Carter let out a sigh, He was far too literal for social situations.

He hated being reminded of his lack at understanding people and their motivations. Downing his first beer, finishing a second and decided once his third was in hand, he should remove himself from the bar and find other friendly people. A pleasant smile settled as he told himself he would later look for Everett again but only when some time passed; he didn't want to come across as greedy. He walked aimlessly, looking through the crowd trying to find someone who seemed approachable. He spotted a shorter woman who had a very young looking face, she seemed to be looking around but not for anyone in particular. She seemed open, available to talk to, being that she didn't seem to be engaged in any current conversation. He started towards her, falling in love with her red locks against her striking yellow dress. He tried staying out of his head, he didn't want to compare their attires and what could possibly happen.

Before he had time to pre-think on what he was going to say, he was in front of the woman. He quickly mimicked a socially acceptable greeting. "This place, it uh, seems pretty popular, is it your first time here?". He cleared his throat, thankful the music was loud enough to mask the sound. He felt his head spin lightly from the beer settling in his system.

[Luciferia]

Name: Barb Blackburn
Date | Time: June 16th | 9:00 PM
Wearing: Bold Yellow & Pink Heels | Natural Makeup & Loose Waves
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: William | Becky | Mentioning Everyone
Stoplight Party Rules:

Stoplight Party Rules

All attendees must wear either red, green, or yellow.

Red means you're open to conversation but are not looking to take it further than that.

Yellow means you're hoping to have a good time but not necessarily looking for a bed mate/relationship. At least, not tonight.

Green means you're single and ready to mingle! This can mean you're looking for a relationship or are willing to escalate things (rather rapidly) if you meet the right person.

Barb’s green eyes scanned the crowd, casually noticing everyone in a cursory glance. Observation was a mother’s greatest tool and her instincts had become positively animalistic. Somewhere here, a memorable night was waiting to be had, and a person (or several persons) to share it with.

To one side, there was a listless man wearing a green suit, sitting alone and away from others, and from the dance floor, a towering beauty wearing a column of emerald with light flickering off her jewels like a constellation. Barb locked eyes with a literal ball of sunlight, a dark-skinned beauty in a yellow tee with her breasts pressing against the other side of the casual fabric, and smirked appreciatively upon seeing the younger girl gulp and look away to continue dancing with her partner.

“All right, still got it.”

Her attention was stolen by a silky voice from over her shoulder, and she turned to face the bartender, a gorgeous black man in a fitted yellow long-sleeve. Barb’s smile was sinful and when his words were so flattering, she did not deny herself a second look at his body, uncaring of whether or not he saw her. “Why thank you. You can admire me as long as you like, just know I’m going to return the favor,” she teased, making light of their mutual attraction. “I’ll take…” she paused and her eyes roved the shelves of liquor behind the bar, “a shot of Espolón tequila and a paloma with lime.” When she handed him her credit card, Barb allowed her fingers to slide along his warm skin. “And you can call me Barb. Start a tab, please. I have a feeling I’ll be back.”

Turning back around to wait for her drinks, she saw an older man with a slightly tipsy gait walk towards them and sit next to a lanky young man with a wild coif of brown curls and bare-arms who had been sitting alone, fiddling nervously with his menu. There was a dark, handsome stranger sitting alone in a green Black Panther t-shirt and Barb licked her lips.

Just then, the ball of sunshine from earlier came bounding her way and Barb found herself smiling at the buoyancy of the young woman’s joy. It was a beautiful thing to watch a young woman in love with life, and Barb liked to encourage young women in every way she could. Shamelessly, Barb eavesdropped on the conversation between Everett, Carter, and Becky, surprised to hear two points of conversation: a belief in love and passion from a dreamy youth, and a request for the cardigan. Once the cardigan was in her hands and she bound off to the lavatory, Barb noticed that someone new had joined the party, a tan and skinny woman in a forest green dress dancing on the floor who was quickly approached by the black man in the green t-shirt.

Stealing her attention then was a beguiling redhead with an unsmiling gaze that Barb found almost elfen, and not merely because of her adorned walking stick. There was an intensity to those eyes that made Barb feel as if she could hear her thoughts and she was instantly reminded of her modeling days, when she had desperately wanted the approval of strangers. She didn’t know why, but she wanted the calm and cool redhead to like her.

Lastly, there was a flamboyantly wealthy, almost pornstar looking woman with big pink lips, big tanned boobs, and even bigger blonde hair dressed in red-and-black who came to the bar and immediately started ordering. There was a time when Barb would have judged her for shallow and petty reasons but now that she was comfortable in her own skin, she found herself envying the woman’s boldness in dress. “She’s wearing red too, so far the most restrained of all of us,” Barb watched as the blonde bombshell took the cardigan-man’s wrist and pulled him away from the curly-headed man, who sat now alone.

“Tough break,” Barb lamented, looking over to Carter with a wry grin, but the youngin’ had already left and was talking to the redhead.

Her attention wasn’t starved for long though, grinning as she saw the lavatory door open and the ball-of-sunshine now emerge in the older man’s cardigan, styled around her taut body so that she looked as fresh as a kiwi. Taking her highball glass in hand, Barb walked up to the effervescent young woman and offered a warm smile. “Hey,” she said to get her attention. “I like your new outfit, it looks better on you than it did on the bar.”

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing: Emerald Guardian
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Phoebe, Open



  He smirked at her comment.  He met her eyes with his own, something was in them, something sad behind them.  He didn’t know what it was, but he was willing to help be her distraction for a bit.  Maybe that was his problem he was more focused with the end instead of going with the flow.  I was less about the destination than the journey, was that what pushed Becky away…he was trying too hard?  Ok, that and seems he wasn’t her flavor much like Elizabeth, but his friend had found her own group for now.  In this moment he pushed all of that out of his mind as his lovely dance partner was moving her hair from her lovely face.  He was finding she was stroking her fingers along her eyebrows it was both of them to not make it seem odd but it helped to frame her face for sure.

She seemed a bit closed-lip about herself, he was finding he was going to get to know her…for her.  “You going to tell me about you, or leave it a mystery…I have to find out over time?”  He noticed the music change but it was still slow enough for them to move closely.  It wasn’t like him to toss caution to the wind but maybe that was why Beth was here to remind him to be more carefree.  The thought alone made his spine twitch and his neck squeeze.  His life was spent trying to live up to a man that barely cared about him…or told him until the end.  His efforts to strive to be the best and for what?  To be left with a legacy that was his, but not his dream or his goal.

He smirked as she smiled, her eyes sparkled.  His hand along the small of her back feeling her body against him as they moved a bit more vigorously, if not amourously to the music now.  He could see her looking at him studying him and for the briefest of moments some nervousness of recognition started to come…but it never did…only one person still knew both who and what he was and she wouldn’t say anything, cause she didn’t care.  She loved him completely and was willing to tell him when his stuff stank!  But she hadn’t lately…her rule was to lighten the hell up and enjoy this vacation…it might be his last one.  “You really are playing a dangerous game, my dark maiden.  This kind of motion might very well get us both in trouble.”  He breathed his lips barely grazing her own.  Hers were soft with a sweet caress that made him feel the ache of his own desire at the moment. 

When she moved away and stroked his earlobe, his own cheek sliding against hers, he heard her whisper and even then the teasing challenge was met with one of his own.  “I am a sun god…I have energy to spare…my only hope is not to burn you out, my shadow maid.”  He teased as well, then she pulled back and began to move.  Her backside firmly against his groin, a subtle lick of his lips.  His large hand clearly on her abs pulling her closer, his tongue stroking her earlobe, his nose in her hair as they continued to move in pulse thumping motions together.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Haltered-up Green Sweater, Jean Shorts, Sneakers
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Barb

The fact that Becky wasn't bopping along to the music, and simply standing there, was her version of scowling. She wasn't scowling of course, in fact, it had been a very long time since Becky's face had contorted in that manner, so long that she might no longer be able to, but for the normally very friendly and dance-happy girl, this simply standing and existing was a dour state of affairs.

One might think then that the fact that she froze up entirely as Barb walked over might have meant that Becky was even less happy about this development, but truth be told it was actually a very different type of happiness - one that Becky hadn't felt in, well, ever, the happiness of someone seeing a vision that they assumed was out of their league or not interested in them coming over to say hi. Some people feel this all the time, or learn it early, Becky hadn't known it since she was a shy awkward tweenager and all memories of those years had been suppressed mightily.

Thankfully, this paralysis was fleeting, as the boom of the music flooded back in and Becky found her happy again and had it on full display, fingers twirling the brightly colored straw in her drink as her hips began swaying along to the rhythm as Barb finally reached her.

"Thank you!" Becky said graciously accepting the compliment. She wondered if the woman meant that she preferred seeing Becky in green and was being clever, or if she was just being literal. Well, one way to find out! "I decided I was in more of a green mood." She grinned as she stirred her drink again, then, paragon of subtlety that she was, instantly launched into a return compliment that she'd been waiting to express ever since she'd first caught sight of the woman.

"Okay, not to like, fangirl too much but WOW. I love that dress on you!" Becky gushed, "It's just so perfect for you! And with those shoes I - " Becky looked into the air for a moment, twirling her drink as she tried to find the words. She didn't know the words. She liked fashion and style but wasn't well versed in it. "Well I don't know how to say it but I know what you're doing and I'm totally into it!" She grinned, hoping this made sense. The clash of the the pink and yellow was just so playfully fierce yet it complimented the motif while - oh there was the word. "I mean the whole thing just pops." She gushed.

Becky cleared her throat a little, as if suddenly aware that this was a bit more effusive than one generally gushed at first meeting. "I'm uh, Becky, if I haven't scared you off yet." She gave a nervous wave.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: William
Date | Time: June 16, 8:30 pm
Wearing: Shown
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Barb, Becky  Open



 
William was taken aback by the lovely woman in yellow before him.  His focus was not her lovely form alone but the stunning green eyes that spoke to needed a break from something.  It was why they were all here after all.  His was work though.  When she looked again at him, this time she was obviously looking him over a light tint came to his cheeks as he was not used to…even being here, being observed like that.  Seems others within might have been a bit more taken than himself.  “You can do as you wish my lady, I welcome the opportunity to be your eye-candy.”  He winked. 

He pulled her hand to his lips, he felt the warm inviting touch of her fingers over him.  He kissed her hand.  He moved his fingers to stroke hers and dropped the card into his other hand.  He then moved his hand to her waist.  “You don’t need the card, it will be billed to your room.”  He said his eyes meeting her as he followed her lips.  “I will make sure you are…completely taken care of Barb, should you need…anything.  Do let me know?”  He moved away to retrieve her drinks, shaking off the fact that she was wearing yellow her green eyes spoke volumes.

He watched as the woman Barb moved towards Becky and he would wait a few moments, considering Becky was nowhere near a fan club member and he hadn’t had the chance to sufficient apologies.  But he knew he wanted to make sure Barb had both of her drinks.

He was watching as Becky took the sweater from the guy there then the well-endowed bouncy blonde who pulled away from the guy that she had redressed herself in the sweater in.  Yeah, there was no getting around then, so he moved to get Barb her drinks back.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 16th, 9:13
Wearing: elegant yellow dress

   gold necklace with emerald

Five foot five tall walking staff tightly wrapped in criss-crossing thin yellow ribbons, creating diamond patterns showing the silvery wood

Location: Hypnotic
Tagging: Barb nerd boy #1 (Carter), open.

Elizabeth looked up in time to meet the coolly assessing, but not judgmental gaze of the blonde. Pondering the slightly older lady, Elizabeth tilted her head in thought. Goddess, that was an astounding dress. The redhead favored the other lady with a small but inviting smile.

But alas, before anything else could be done, the chaotic swirl of the party intervened.

Upon shifting to Carter, Elizabeth's smile grew a little bit wider, but infinitely more impersonally polite. "It's a really good party so far. people seem to show up on time for things here.

But no, I haven't actually been here before. I tend to not be much of a club person, for various reasons."

Elizabeth tapped her staff once on the ground, lightly. Her voice was pleasant, friendly even, but lacking any bare hint of attraction or even much interest beyond 'fellow hotel guest / human being'

[Peripherie]

Name: Everett Oliver Steele
Date | Time: June 16, 9-ish
Wearing: Green teeshirt, jeans, and black sneakers; contacts tonight
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Carter, Ren, Open

What in the world was going on? One second he was having a delightful moment with Carter. (Really, he couldn't remember the last time he had made someone smile in a genuine way that didn't cause Everett to second guess and worry about every little syllable.) And now someone else was touching him round the shoulders. He was half tempted to peek to see if someone had put a 'molest me here' sign on his back. The last time he remembered having this much unsolicited human contact was being squished on the subway during rush hour. He should have been flattered or happy, right? What were all those hours in the gym and all that time killing himself at work if not to get to a place where he can feel good about himself and earn a bit of attention?

At first, he didn't see the woman, just felt her hair against his shoulder, and her body pressed close into his own. He turned his head and gaped a little when he realized just how beautiful and 'made-up' she was. Perhaps he should have become incredibly aroused by the attention. And being a blooded human as he was - the touch was enough to shoot tingles to unexpected places - but mostly he was just even more confused. "Ummm..."

Eves turned back to Carter as the woman seemed to think they were connected more than just a quick hello and a drink. It was a nice thought for sure, but why did she believe that he had some kind of say over what he himself agreed to? And why not ask him for permission to start tugging on his arm? She was a knock-out for sure. Was it so unlikely that he would deny her that it seemed moot to pose the question? "Err...I..."

He slipped out of the chair easily enough, without too much resistance from alcohol lubricated joints and muscles. Everett's face switched back from Carter to this new woman and back again, with a genuine look of 'help me' written across his eyes. Dragged to the dance floor, he found his hands put to the lady's hips and he could finally get a good look at her. "I'm not.." She was decked out in a stunning dress that was more parts than a whole, but it suited the look she had been going for. She was liquid lust in heels, and he felt quite old and demin-bland in comparison. He wasn't completely immune to the speed of the moment. The music, the press of bodies, and the act of imbibing would have swept him away to do... whatever the lady wished to do if not for one insurmountable obstacle - his unique blend of awkward social disaster.

"Not so great at..." Feeling completely out of his element he started to get that same panicked rise in his chest that had originally sent him to the side room to hide with the prophetic party game. Another glance back towards the bar had found Carter to be already gone. Damn!  It was a surprising reaction, even just to himself, to someone he had just met and hadn't had more than a few words between them. He turned and swirled with the crazy lady in what might be interpreted as his final acquiescence to dancing with her as he scanned the room for the other man. Everett finally found him talking to a pretty redhead in yellow. His stomach lurched, and his head started to pound in his ears, a deafening ode to either too much alcohol or not enough for the situation.

He might have had time to dwell on how he felt about Carter talking to the woman, but soon there was a heavy thunk as the heal of his sneaker came down on something not as covered. Oh shit! Everett's attention quickly snapped downwards. He had just stepped, almost stomped, on the exposed skin of the woman's foot. "Shit! Sorry... sorry." He stepped back and tried not to outright yell his apology at her over the bumping bass, hands up to not assault her further. "I'm a crap dancer."

[BareBeholder]

Name: Carter Crestwood
Date | Time: June 16th, a little after 9pm
Wearing: Pictured, still clueless as to what colors mean
Location: Near the dance floor in Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Elizabeth -open-

His mind was pulled to a server holding a tray of food, quickly walking through the crowds, attempting not to bump into anyone. A low rumble disturbed the peace in his empty stomach. His trip had been so taxing that he forgot to eat anything throughout the day. A very large mistake, especially since he had already drank two and a half beers. Hello hangover. Mentally noting to grab a water after his current beer was the best he could do.

A small chuckle was forced from Carter. He was used to people being on time for social events, but then again, the social events he knew were the ones catered by his family where "timeliness is success". Eyes shifting to her unique looking staff he paused momentarily unsure on how to respond, picking up on how she just answered him but didn't really carry on the conversation, or was he just over-thinking things?

"Yeah, I actually have never been to a club, let alone one so far from home." He thought back to his home, feeling the hundreds of miles distance pull to him. He was uncomfortably in this conversation, unable to kick his confusion at how she seemed extremely polite but somewhat uninterested. Probably because I had such an uninteresting introduction. Before he offered his name, he thought to see if he would possibly be sent on his way to the next person. "I'm sorry, I hope I wasn't interrupting anything." He moved his glass to his lips, unable to sit still in his own unease, second guessing if leaving the solace of the bar was a good choice.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 16th, 9+
Wearing: elegant yellow dress

   gold necklace with emerald

Five foot five tall walking staff tightly wrapped in criss-crossing thin yellow ribbons, creating diamond patterns showing the silvery wood

Location: Hypnotic
Tagging: Nerdboy1, Victoria, mentioned Shai open.


Why was everybody in this place a freaking giant? Is it a prerequisite for being rich? Did tall people just get better opportunities, since they're noticed more, and start expecting the attention?

Even Victoria  was as tall as the walking staff, though her demeanor and fierceness often made her seem larger...

Elizabeth was jarred from her musings when lanky Nerdboy1 spoke again. Oh, right, he's still here. Poor kid. She nodded in agreement.

"Caravanserai seems to be about self reflection and personal growth fueled by being freed of all demands and the stress of normal life. Like the merchant trains that are the hotel's namesake, we are free to explore."

Maybe spouting intellectual musings isn't the best idea here... Dude is almost certainly sapiosexual.

Elizabeth seized the opportunity to escape gratefully, nodding "yes, I'm afraid so."

Motioning to Victoria, standing nearby, Elizabeth blushed ever so slightly "Victoria and I are waiting for... Uhm, something."

Elizabeth trailed off there at the end, her eyes shifting to Shai, and the blush deepened.

[Peripherie]

Name: Olivia "Liv" Evans
Date | Time: June 16, 9-ish
Wearing: Light green shirt dress, no hat
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Open

Liv was frustrated. Her attempts at gathering information for a world-class article on the beautiful resort has ended in lots of pretty pictures and awkward conversations. She felt like an interloper at best and a fraud at worst. When she saw the ad for the party she first thought she should just stay in her room and work on her writing. The Caravanserai guests didn't need her snooping around as she tried to exploit their fun for her own gain. But as she tried to write the same sentence for the tenth time, something inside her snapped.

She was young, true, but she couldn't just work on end without stopping. She needed a break, needed to live a bit, and maybe she just needed to experience things from a guest's perspective to help break her out of her rut. (And she was a guest after all - having paid her own way.) She looked at the ad again and wasn't quite sure what color to wear but she was running down the clock on being there long enough to blow off any steam. She checked her closet for anything close to appropriate and pulled out a soft-green shirt dress. That will have to do.

Heading down to the event, she wasn't quite sure what she was looking for - green color or not. There wasn't much of a line when she came in, everyone that she could see was already in small groups with a few people moving between them. She didn't want to intrude on anyone, not even the staff. Someone was walking around with a tray of drink flutes. Liv took one and a long sip of the sweet bubbly before heading to the dance floor.

She needed to get out of her own head and dancing, moving to the beat was a great way to start. She dodged a handsome couple that was in the middle of dance floor having some kind of issues with feet or shoes or ... something. She found the spot where the music was the loudest and the light was the darkest and just let herself go.

[taurinekitten]

Name: Phoebe De'Makis
Date | Time: June 16th | meh who wears a watch to a nightclub
Wearing: Deep forest green dress
Location: Hypnotic Night Club, dance floor
Tagging: Apollo, Open

The tempo of the music shuffled between fast and slow with each song change, but Phoebe didn't seem to notice anymore. She'd let Apollo completely engulf her. His cologne tickled her nose sweetly each time she pressed her body into his. Every light caress of fingertips against her skin sending waves of goosebumps across her body. Even the rugged deep ripple of his voice had caused a heavy rise and fall to her chest, especially after feeling the tease of his mouth brushing hers. His body moving in sync with hers, even if neither were necessarily matching rhythm with the music anymore. At least for her - the rest of the club had simply melted away into a distant memory of light and sound. Would it be so hard to just not think? To stay right here in this moment and forget the real world exists? She smirked at the thought. Caravanserai was starting to seem like a place where that might be possible.

It could of been the alcohol, but Phoebe was pretty sure it was Apollo causing her head to spin. For a moment she slowed herself down, letting her head rest against him while guiding his hands towards her hips. She wasn't even sure if they were dancing anymore. Truth be told she didn't care. After taking a few moments to catch her breath, she looked up at him.

"Do you really want to know about me? Isn't there a certain allure to two strangers connecting on a wild adventure for however brief or long they choose to escape from reality?"

She smiled playfully and then frowned. Being a master herself at the art of hiding behind a mask - for the first time she noticed the presence of a heavy weight resting on him. He hid it well it was peeked out with a tension that seemed to run through him before resting in his neck and shoulders. There seemed to be more to his trip than just a vacation. Is he running from something too?

She mulled over the thought while spinning around in his arms until her back was against his chest. All at once the scene of the club came back to her. The lights, music and people. The sudden rush of it hit her like a blow to the chest. She inhaled deeply through her nose held it before closing her eyes, exhaling and counting to ten. "One..two...three..." she whispered as quietly as she could. A coping mechanism she picked up in the foster system that still helped her today. Her eyes moved around the club, taking note of all the people. Most of them seemed to flow so effortlessly through the night and here she was counting herself away from a panic attack. "Seven...eight...nine." On ten she took another deep breath, put on her best smile and tugged playfully on Apollo's arm.

"Time for another drink?"

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing: Emerald Guardian
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Phoebe, Open
Thought Music:  Where did you come from?


 
What happened even Apollo wasn’t sure, the motions between them were just as melodious as the music. His fingers playing along her spine. He could feel the closeness of the movements they were experiencing together. His tongue even lightly brushed her own while the flow of their hips together continued. The music, the lights the sound died out and it was just the two of them for right now. Unless someone approached the two of them would remain there for a bit.

Apollo found his hand on the back of her head as she rested her head upon his chest and he was holding her sweetly more like distant lovers than meeting for the first time. He found himself kissing the top of her head as she moved his hands to her waist, she seems to want him to just hold her…he could do that.

“Why would I know want to know about you? Do you wish this to be some summer fling between us? To enjoy the moment and truly forget…not speak to one another again once we reach mainland? I am willing to be in this escape with you and I will…no matter how brief or how long we can make this our reality.” He looked into her eyes as his own forehead touched hers.

“What?!?” He pulled on his smile and charming mask once more.
He moved to turn round and with her back to his chest he could hear her. “One…two…three..” He kissed her neck. "Seven...eight...nine."

“Now you wish to be afraid? I am right here Phoebe and I will not let go till you tell me.” He wrapped his arms around her.

When she pulled on his arm, he pulled her back into his arms. “Do you trust me?” He held her in his arms, before turning her chin to face him as he gazed into her eyes.

A smile caressed his dark cheeks. “Let’s go.” He replied walking behind her but making his presence felt too keep her from getting hurt or stepped on, on their way back to the bar.

 

[Luciferia]

Name: Barb Blackburn
Date | Time: June 16th | 9:00+
Wearing: Bold Yellow & Pink Heels | Natural Makeup & Loose Waves
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: William | Becky | Mentioning Everyone
Stoplight Party Rules:

Stoplight Party Rules

All attendees must wear either red, green, or yellow.

Red means you're open to conversation but are not looking to take it further than that.

Yellow means you're hoping to have a good time but not necessarily looking for a bed mate/relationship. At least, not tonight.

Green means you're single and ready to mingle! This can mean you're looking for a relationship or are willing to escalate things (rather rapidly) if you meet the right person.

Barb returned the wink to William, relishing the way her hand fit so delicately in his, as well as the alluring contrast of their bodies: his large and muscled, hers curving and lithe. It had been a long time since she’d allowed herself such unrestrained fun, and she laughed under her breath as he kissed the back of her hand, a gesture that ordinarily would have made her arch an eyebrow, but she was here for a good time. Besides, as a bartender he was likely supposed to help facilitate the evening in more ways than one by playfully bantering with everyone.

When he told her that there was no need for her credit card, Barb pursed her lips. “Hmmm, but what about the tip?” she asked huskily, raising both brows once in a clearly suggestive manner. After all, he’d just offered to tend to her every need so there was no risk of embarrassment or rejection. “Perhaps I’ll order a drink from my room sometime when you’re less busy,” she encouraged, returning his wink before she was off.

Standing now on the dance floor with Becky, Barb couldn't help a Cheshire grin from spreading upon witnessing Becky freeze up after seeing her. God, it’s been ages since anyone has responded to me that way. Smug as Barb was at the nonverbal approval, there was still a certain softness in her gaze that foretold of gentleness instead of bite (or perhaps a tantalizing combination of both).

“Oh of course, credit where credit is due,” Barb replied, waving her free hand casually to dismiss the notion that compliments should be thanked. Her flattery was freely given and sincerely meant. Now that they were close enough to comfortably talk and hear one another, Barb found herself regarding her partner’s radiance in clearer detail, noting the way that gold bounced off her cheeks like the Madonna, and the way the colorful lights overhead danced inside the dark canvas of her eyes. She was even sunnier in person! Her hips swayed to keep in time with the beat and each spin of her straw made music of the ice. She was like helium, lifting the air around her on its toes and daring it to keep up.

The ‘hint’ of green that Becky gave was certainly not missed and Barb’s smile broadened to show white, straight teeth. “The green suits you!” she said gesturing to the stylish way she’d put her own style into an otherwise ordinary cardigan, and then added “not to say that I didn’t like the yellow, it complimented your complexion so well.”

Not expecting the sincerity of Becky's praise, Barb let out an alto laugh that crinkled the bridge of her nose. “That is very sweet, thank you,” she replied, basking in the warmth of Becky’s friendliness. Her personality sparkled as much as the bubbles in her drink that swirled with every twist of the straw. “It’s been a long time since I’ve worn anything so dressy and was worried that perhaps I’ve overdone it, but I really like how relaxed and welcoming everyone has been.”

Becky’s nervous introduction and wave were both incredibly endearing and Barb clinked her glass into Becky’s. “Becky, nice to meet you, I’m Barb, and I don’t find you scary at all,” she assured, taking a drink so that her green eyes were just present over the rim of the glass. “I’m sure it’s wildly obvious, but I’m new here,” she said, figuring that etiquette demanded that she share something a tad more personal. “Are you a regular?”

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Haltered-up Green Sweater, Jean Shorts, Sneakers
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Barb

"Thanks." Becky said with a smile as Barb told her the green suited her. "It's that guy's sweater." She found Everett and pointed at him. "He said I could borrow it." She smiled as if this was a totally normal thing to do at this sort of event. Hey, for all she knew it was. She'd never been to a party like this before. Besides, if Everett wanted to borrow her yellow shirt she'd let him!

"Truth be told this is the first event here I haven't dressed up for." Becky smiled. "And of course every other girl here looks like a supermodel." She obviously included Barb in that. "It suits you." She said with a playful grin, her eyes wandering up and down Barb's figure once more. "Like, really, you look amazing." Becky realized as she spoke that for all she knew Barb was a model. That would make sense given the exclusive and pricey nature of Caravanserai.

"Barb!" Becky said happily repeating the name back as she learned it. "Oh me? A regular?" She laughed at the idea. "No this is my first time here, it's just a long stay is all. I really like it here." She admitted, hips still swaying casually to the music as she sipped her drink again, "This place has a way of just, making the real world kinda drift away." She wiggled her fingers off into the distance as if they were her worries.

"So you uh, wanna dance?" She asked with a hopeful smile.

[taurinekitten]

Name: Phoebe De'Makis
Date | Time: June 16th | meh who wears a watch to a nightclub
Wearing: green dress
Location: Hypnotic Night Club, dance floor
Tagging: Apollo, Open

Phoebe looked up until her eyes were locked in his gaze, allowing herself to fall into the gentle way his eyes seemed to consume her. Body melting like wax into his arms when he pulled her back to him and held her close.  His firm grasp around her filled her with an unfamiliar feeling of comfort. She wished for the ability to bottle the sensation up if only to pull out on nights she felt cold and alone.

Did she trust him? The logical side of her brain tried to tell her such a thing wasn’t possible within the brief time she’d known him. Phoebe didn’t trust anyone. It was an unspoken rule among the foster's that were put in the worst of homes. Even those with a seemingly amiable disposition can still hold the darkest of secrets behind closed doors, she reminded herself. No, Phoebe didn’t think she’d ever let anyone break past her barriers, but for tonight she could at least afford herself the illusion. 

Did she lust for him? Oh yes. The gentle and meticulous way his hands moved around her body as they danced. The way his smile moved up his face until reaching his eyes. She could picture spending her time here getting to know the feel of his touch, the taste of his mouth - among other things.

But could she pull a Cinderella and just disappear at the end of it all before her carriage shrank back into a pumpkin and her pretty dress withered back to rags? She scolded herself internally over the thought. It wasn’t as if she was going to wake up tomorrow penniless. She had a substantial amount of money now, but also knew it wasn’t boundless. Eventually she’d have to leave this fantasy world she’d escaped to and face reality again - also try to get her life together.

At the bar she ordered two shots of vodka and another screwdriver. While waiting her long nails strummed anxiously along the counter-top, her eyes finding Apollo’s once more. God, he must think I’m a total nut case. Her hand rubbed up and down awkwardly at the back of her neck. “So that counting thing...” she trailed off for a moment and her eyes scanned the club, filled now with even more people. Her heart raced and she instinctively reached out to grab hold of his hand again. “I don’t do so well in crowded places sometimes,” she whispered, half hoping he couldn’t hear. She felt foolish and in that moment wanted to pull her back straight and give off that air of confidence she started the night with.

The three glasses were set down in front of her. “Liquid courage” she said in reference to something he’d said to her earlier. Liquid avoidance, she thought to herself. Starting with the vodka, she took the shots back one after the other. Welcoming the familiar burn as it hit her tongue and throat before being swallowed down to smolder in her stomach. Lastly she grabbed the screwdriver, twirling the straw through it before chugging it down and slamming the empty glass on the counter-top. Feeling sassy again, she grabbed hold of his shirt and yanked him in, planting her mouth firmly against his. She held the kiss longer than intended before moving her lips over to his ear, whispering, “Want to get out of here?”

[Gannameade]

 

Name: William
Date | Time: June 16, 8:30 pm
Wearing: Shown
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Barb, Becky  Open



 
William couldn’t help but enjoy Barb’s company she was truly an alluring woman.  He felt the touch of her hand and the look of her eyes as she seemed to laugh beneath his kiss.  “We can work out the tip later if you wish madame, as I said I will see to your needs…personally.”  He said with a wink moving away slowly.  “I welcome the call for what service you may require.”  He stated with a slight grin as he moved away.

He made sure Becky’s glass was filled as well before he moved on.  “Let me know if either of you needs anything.”  He stated with a nod to both of them, he was sure that if Barb wanted anything from him, she knew how to find him as he would be here for most of the night.   He had nothing against the mocha goddess he just realized what he said probably came out or came across all kinds of wrong so he would try to speak with her or even apologize...once she was sober!

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing: Emerald Guardian
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Phoebe, Open
Thought Music:  Where did you come from?


 

Apollo locked eyes with her, he did his best to try to see the unspoken within her.  Her eyes spoke of loneliness and pain, her lips seemed to tremble with the desire to say something.  She seemed to hold on to him a bit longer like she was grasping for not only a toe hold but a solid foothold and he held her close even then.  He didn’t give her the chance to think he would let her go.

He wasn’t going to let her feel alone or lonely tonight, tomorrow she might come to her senses and run away but tonight he wasn’t an IT mogul he was just a simple man enjoying the presence of this woman and tomorrow be damned for the moment.

He looked at her, his gaze drinking her eyes in searching for something, what?  He wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to let this moment pass for the sake of some moral compass.  He was going to let that drop into his pocket for the moment and walk through the mystery door with her hand linked with his own.

He smirked to himself as he seemed to wonder if he still had that bit of idea that he could handle a one night stand?  Was he looking for Ms. Right now tonight?  He thought he had found it but his light-skinned sister wanted another…sister and his best friend pointed out how clueless he was.  They didn’t hit it off cause she wasn’t interested…they didn’t hit it off to him cause he missed it!  So that left him with Phoebe and she was…interested in him…more than interested and he found he was wanting to ride this wave out till they reached the shore or crashed on the rocks.  Either way, it was a moment and he wouldn’t turn it or her away.

He looked at her and ordered a slow comfortable screw and had two shots also.  He frowned as she rubbed her neck.  “Don’t count.” He winked. “Then is there someplace you might be more comfortable?” He asked he was used to hearing things most people missed.  But he stood there as she repeated what he said earlier. “Drink up then.” He was not going to let her be afraid of him or them at this moment, he was going to join her down that rabbit hole.

He was downing his shots before he felt her pull on his shirt and she kissed him.  His hands fell to her waist as he returned the kiss with a deep wanton affection, her lips were on his and he opened them if only to taste her tongue briefly in the moment.  Once the kiss broke he was back to his senses and blinked, she was asking something.  He could only assume she wanted to go after that amazing kiss.  The sound caught up to his near bloodless head and he only nodded. “Yes.” With a wink, he wrapped his arm around her waist and headed towards the door with her and back towards the hotel proper. 

“Did you have somewhere particular in mind?” He spoke into her ear as he stood behind her now that they were free of the sounds of the club.

 

[Luciferia]

Name: Barb Blackburn
Date | Time: June 16th | 9:00+
Wearing: Bold Yellow & Pink Heels | Natural Makeup & Loose Waves
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: William | Becky | Mentioning Everyone
Stoplight Party Rules:

Stoplight Party Rules

All attendees must wear either red, green, or yellow.

Red means you're open to conversation but are not looking to take it further than that.

Yellow means you're hoping to have a good time but not necessarily looking for a bed mate/relationship. At least, not tonight.

Green means you're single and ready to mingle! This can mean you're looking for a relationship or are willing to escalate things (rather rapidly) if you meet the right person.

“It’s cute, I really like the way you’ve styled it. Very urban chic,” Barb said, looking her up and down and nodding with a smile. To be able to flirt so openly in public was perhaps the greatest luxury she’d experienced at Caravanserai, and the purity of it all made the relaxing atmosphere all the more complete.

“Oh, are you usually dressed to the nines?” Barb asked, daydreaming already about what sort of style Becky wore. She could imagine her easily on the cover of a magazine, bronze and beautiful, and wondered if perhaps she already had been and she’d missed the issue.

“Yes, I totally agree, this place is a literal oasis,” Barb replied, looking around the room once more. Her hips and shoulders kept time with the beat in small movements so that her drink didn’t slosh about and she smiled at Becky’s request. Barb suddenly stopped moving and brought her cup to her lips, tipping her head back to finish the rest of it in one go. “All right,” she said, setting her glass down onto a nearby coaster and then taking Becky’s hand. “Let’s go,” she said, drawing her out to the dance floor.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Haltered-up Green Sweater, Jean Shorts, Sneakers
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Barb

Becky grinned at Barb's compliments, every little shake of her hips to the music seemed to be moving her slightly and slightly closer to the gorgeous beauty in yellow.

"Let's just say I brought some outfits for turning heads." Becky laughed. "Hey I'm on vacation I'm allowed." She grinned, moving quite close now.

Delighted that Barb took her offer Becky led the two out between some various other couples dancing and found a little spot for just the two of them. As she did this she realized she'd never really danced with another girl before in a romantic way, and also that she wasn't sure if Barb had understood that Becky head meant "dance with me" as opposed to "dance with me" and she wasn't sure how to resolve that without feeling silly either way. Hrmm.

Oh well, one easy way to do it. Becky stood very close to Barb as they settled into their spot, sliding an arm around the woman's waist and holding her close as she swayed her hips to the innocuous pot beat. "Do I lead since I'm in flats?" She grinned at the woman, hoping that question would make it clear that Becky had been asking to dance together, not just near each other.

[taurinekitten]

Name: Phoebe De'Makis
Date | Time: June 16th | After 10
Wearing: green dress
Location: Leaving the club
Tagging: Apollo, Open

They walked out of the club together, his arm sliding gently around her waist. Phoebe smiled and brought her hand up to softly caress down his arm to his hand. She was enjoying the feel of skin very much, and while she wanted to see if he would let her get him out of those jeans - she was trying to at least show a little class. They stop at the elevator and he asks if she has somewhere in mind to go. My room... Your room... Dammit Phoebe, calm your libido. Her thoughts trail towards a cold shower when it hits her - the pool! This late it would be fairly quiet, it seemed like everyone was in or trying to get in the club. There was the possibility of other people which meant she would have to stay on her best behavior. Plus there was still the possibility that he didn't want to go back to either room with her. Oh but I think he does. The thought made her bite her lip as she looked up at him.

The doors opened and she waited for the last of the people to file out before grabbing his hand and tugging him inside with her. She waved her hand absentmindedly at the buttons, fairly certain that she'd hit the right one, or at least she hoped. But her mind was occupied at the moment, playfully pressing him into the wall as sought out his lips again. She kissed him hard, tongue teasing across his bottom lip. Taking his hands into hers, she placed them on her hips before running her hands slowly up his arms to rest on his shoulders. Her mouth occupied his, barley offering him a chance to breathe, and then the elevator dinged. A glance over her shoulder let her know that they'd reached the floor where her, and most likely his room was. She stepped away from him and gave him a frisky grin.

"Why don't you go take some of those clothes off and meet me at the rooftop pool?" Not waiting for an answer, she strolled off towards her room, looking over her shoulder one more time at him before he was out of her view.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 16th, 9:33
Wearing: elegant yellow dress

   gold necklace with emerald

Five foot five tall walking staff tightly wrapped in criss-crossing thin yellow ribbons, creating diamond patterns showing the silvery wood

Location: Hypnotic
Tagging:  mentioning everyone, open.


Uh. Looks like the party was either struggling, or going really well, Captain Reynolds. Some crazy eyed, fake boobed fake blonde was virtually tossing a rather panicked looking nerd boy number two around on the dance floor.

Holy shit, Apollo looked like he was leaving with... Uhm, some strange emo lady. Perhaps tonight would be the night when he actually lost his virginity!*

And Becky was dancing close to the lovely, somewhat maternal looking blonde... Good for Becky! Becky deserved happiness, and maybe an older, more stable lady would be immensely good for Becky.

It's really a shame that crazy eyes broke up nerd boy number one and two.. Elizabeth was sure that they were just seconds away from kissing, and would make a superb pairing. Not that she had any idea about their personalities or interests, but something about them screamed One True Pairing.

Everyone else seemed busy, with their own business, so Elizabeth slipped off towards the back of the room.. finding a chair for a few minutes and resting wasn't quite the same as admitting defeat and slinking off to hide in game room like a nerd, right?

Still... The night was going about as expected.



* Probably not an accurate statement.

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 16 June 2020, 9 PM
Wearing: Green suit
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Olivia, Open (Mentioning Everyone)

Joseph finished his fourth drink of the night so far. Looking around, he would take note. Miss Becky seemed to be in higher spirits, her color changing from yellow to green in a way that flattered her breasts much more admirably, he caught himself lingering on those a bit longer than he should have been. He noted that the blonde in the pink heels was her next target.

Elizabeth had seemingly disappeared, as had Reese. Apollo and his new friend were sneaking out the door, Joseph couldn't help but smile. Who knew exactly what those two were getting up to? Who cared? The other blonde of the party that he barely knew was eating her Ryan Reynolds-esque companion alive, Joseph almost felt sorry for him. Almost. After the thought of another drink crossed his mind, Joseph would finally leave the bar.

Stepping onto the floor, he felt out of place. The music, while it was a certifiable "banger", pulsed a bit too hard for his comfort. The good news was, he was able to traverse the crowd somewhat easily, being a giant amongst men. Eventually he came upon a familiar head of purple hair. "Hey there, stranger!" He called out, his regional accent no longer under his control.

[Peripherie]

Name: Olivia "Liv" Evans
Date | Time: June 16, 9-ish
Wearing: Light green shirt dress, no hat
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Joseph, Open

Liv was lost in the beat. The song was perhaps a bit harsh and offensive to her joints and ears, but that was what the near-empty flute of alcohol was for. She needed this - need to pull herself away from her grand plans and perfect future and just exist for a while. Her whole world shrunk down to the small square of dance space that she occupied. She swayed and jumped and shimmied her stress away while only bumping into someone else occasionally.

In between songs, she downed the rest of her drink and found a return tray to put it on before diving back into the middle of the dancing mass. That allowed both of her hands to thrust up and 'raise the roof' or whatever move she saw around her that she choose to mimic at the moment. She wasn't trying to be sexy or smooth or the life of the party. It was the opposite - not trying was her current goal.

"Hey there, stranger!"

It took her a moment to realize anyone was talking to her. There were many beautiful people all around and beside her uniquely colored hair; she wasn't dressed as provocative as some. But as she turned around in a particularly bouncy jive, she finally saw someone whose familiarity surprised her. It was the man from the Oasis bar who she had talked to for a bit. Her mind swamp for his name as the cut of his green suit made her tipsy brain first think of that retro movie where Jim Carrey played the Riddler. Joseph wore that color much better.

"Joseph!" That right - that was his name. She slowly stopped her bounce dancing and bridged the crowd to where he was standing. "How..." Her voice had to rise a bit as the music surged around them. "Hi, how are you?"

[LocusVonErich]

Name: Joseph Edwards
Date | Time: 16 June 2020, 9 PM
Wearing: Green suit
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Olivia, Open

"I'm four drinks in and bored as all hell." He replied, telling the honest truth. "How's your article coming along?" He asked, remembering that she was a writer. The drunken fog had started to settle just a bit. He tried to dance along, but he couldn't keep up, even for a talented musician such as himself. So, he simply stopped trying for the time being, figuring that he could just try again later.