Caravanserai [The Hub | Hypnotic Night Club]

[Flower]

DJ Hunee-B

"Ah we can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind. Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance. Well they're are no friends of mine. I say, we can go where we want to, a place where they will never find. And we can act like we come from out of this world. Leave the real one far behind, and we can dance."

Hours of Operation: 9pm - 3am

Schedule

Sunday: Housewerk
Shake your bum to some house music.
Monday:  Rock Night
Tuesday: Turn Up Tuesday
(We came here with a simple mission: to turn up. Listen to all the best hip hop tracks moving bodies at the clubs.)
Wednesday: Sweet Tea Drinking, Lemonade Sipping
(Channel your inner cowboy and come stomp a rug!)
Thursday: Vivo Latino
Friday: Island Vibes
Saturday: Hypnotic Signature Collection (mix of genres)

Game Time: July 1, 2025 to July 11, 2025

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[Flower]

Stoplight Party




Y O U A R E I N V I T E D

June 16 - 17
9 pm - 1 am
Hypnotic Night Club 

The 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.

Excellent question. :) I'd prefer if the required color wasn't an article of clothing that's easily removed (headbands, scarfs, etc). Also, it should be something that's super obvious at first glance. Someone shouldn't have to hunt for the color (socks, underwear, etc.)

As always, no means no. Any violators of such will be escorted out of the club.

Activities

Food/Drinks Info Take a break from mingling and recharge or discover some liquid courage.

Dance Floor Info Show off your best moves by your lonesome or heat up the night with a partner.

Photo Booth Info Take a picture and immortalize a memory.

Board/Card Games Info Tired of dancing but don't want to be a wallflower? Break away from the madness to our private room, where you can play board games with other folks like yourself.

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[b]Location:[/b] Where is your character located in the hotel?
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[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Open

Reese swallowed her rising doubts as she waited in the lengthy line to enter Hypnotic. Against all common sense, she wore a yellow dress instead of a red one. The night hadn’t started out with her channeling her inner sun goddess. Nope, she’d been bathed in blood.

At the last minute, right before leaving out of her room, she decided that it was time to stop wallowing about her failed marriage. She didn’t need to create a Tinder account but there was no harm in being open to the possibilities.

Tonight, she wasn’t working. Not per se. She wasn’t on tonight’s schedule nor had the infamous Triple Threat wrangled her into some party hostess type role for this event. However, it was hard for her to ignore a problem.

Silently, she prayed said husband wouldn’t be present at the party. It was hard enough to work with him. She’d rather not witness him manwhoring with other women.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Open!

Becky was already sipping a drink, a bit fancy twisty straw coming from the large glass filled with liquid that was far more green than her shirt.

Her usual dressed-to-the-nines style had become much more relaxed, she was in just a nice yellow t-shirt with a happy message on it and a pair of jean shorts and sneakers. What did this change in style signify? One must speak to Becky to find out.

The music was lively and she was feeling it, so she bopped from side to side in a decently rhythmic sway as she danced. Her shirt was yellow, but her drink was green. Maybe it was her way of saying don't be scared I won't bite I swear? Or maybe not. Again, these secrets were open only to Becky and those who had the courage to approach her on this fun evening!

[LocusVonErich]

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

Joseph had spent the last several days milling about his room. He hadn't felt much motivation to go anywhere beyond The Mirage, and drinking there had become a tad boring. He hoped this party would change such things. Upon hearing the dress code, he went to Bits and Bobs, where he had picked up a rather smart looking green suit.

Walking into the nightclub, he found it to be a different atmosphere than his usual watering hole. And he wasn't too sure he liked the difference. Looking around, the party had yet to really start...and he seemed to be the only one in green.

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Becky, Open


The queue into the club wasn’t too unbearable. Reese had her fellow employees to thank for keeping attendee traffic flowing inside rather than becoming jammed outside its door. She exchanged brief pleasantries with the security guard on duty before making her way into the crowded club as well.

“Relax,” Reese told herself as she took a deep breath to still her jittery nerves. “Tonight’s for fun and adventure.”

Inside, the lights were dim, making it difficult to make out the finer details of someone’s face, and the music interrupted the flow of thought. She wasn’t the least bit surprised to find people already crowding onto the dance floor. Some respected each other’s personal space while others downright disrespected it; not that the other person was complaining from the looks of it. Reese blushed, feeling like an old woman all of a sudden.

“You’re 29,” she said to herself in a gentle reprimand. “Not 59.”

In need of a drink, Reese made her way to the bar and ordered a glass of water rather than anything unusual. It was then she noticed the same young lady from the Masquerade ball. Felt like ages since that particular shindig.

“Ms. Blue.” The private nickname burst from her mouth as she could not remember the woman’s name. An apologetic look crossed Reese’s face. “Sorry. You’d think I’d be a master of names with my job and all but it’s a constant struggle. I didn't forget the dress you wore though. To the masquerade."

That compliment sounded a lot better internally than aloud.

"Any specific goals for tonight?" She added in the hopes of burying any potential discomfort caused on her part.

[Gannameade]

 

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



Apollo hadn't really thought about this but he knew his best friend was not going to let him stay up in his room alone while there was a partying going on.  His wardrobe was simple but strangely colorful, he knew what colors generally looked good on him, so he put on something that would not make him look totally out of place....only to take that off and simply not give a damn.

Some black jeans and a green t-shirt and he put on his watch and earrings.  Locked his door and he walked to the party.  He walked passed William that was manning the door with a few hors d'oeuvres in hand.  He tried a few as he moved around to mingle a bit, he stopped by the bar to get a drink before he turned to look and see who was here as well as who was coming.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Reese, Open!

Becky paused in her grooving to the lively music and looked at the woman who spoke to her. "Oh hey." She gave a friendly wave. "Yeah that's me, sometimes folks call me Becky." She grinned and beckoned Reese over. "Wanna dance?"

Regardless of weather Reese took up her offer Becky resumed her happy swaying and snapping her fingers to the rhythm, "Me? Oh just have fun." She beamed. "Have fun and show people I don't always wear party dresses." She sounded super proud of herself. "How about you?" She glanced at the drink. "Is that...water or straight vodka?" She asked, it was unclear which of the two Becky found odder.

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Becky, Open

“Gods no,” Reese said with a chuckle. “I’d lose my job if that was the case. They’d never be able to look at me the same if I ended the night dancing atop these tables.” If that wasn’t clear enough of an answer, she added, “Just plain water for me.”

Seeing no reason to decline, she took up the offer to dance together. Reese finished off her drink first and set the empty glass onto a passing tray. She’d rather not worry about spilling its contents onto the floor or either of them. Getting close enough not to have to scream over the music, Reese let the music sink into her mind and chase any lingering worries away with a delighted grin.

“Nothing too wild,” Reese answered in return, gaze focusing upon Becky’s face. “I just wanted a night to feel alive again. I kind of lost myself in the madness for a while.”

It was more honest of an answer than she planned to reveal but there was going back.

[Gannameade]

 

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



William was in the kitchen he had made it a point to show up earlier to set a few things up.  He was tempted to wear something green...he really wanted too, but that would make him look extremely thirsty and while he was very interested in maybe making a connection.  His previous attempts had fallen very flat, so yellow would have to be his color for the evening, besides he had volunteered to work for the evening.  If someone hopped on the tables and fell he would at least be able to make sure they were ok.  He did make sure those that were there were in dress code and others were to have their drinks...or their drinks refreshed.

He had seen everyone arrive, Reese was looking at lovely as ever and Becky...he saw her and tried to make himself scarce when she was around and yet there was not avoiding her tonight.  He was kind of hoping the pool would blow over, but it weighed on him more than he would like to admit.  He considered sending flowers, but that was more of a coward's way out of an actual apology.  Not that he thought he even had a chance but to at least make amends and their interactions....less awkward.  He realized he wasn't as charming as he wanted to be and his words came out oh so wrong so maybe he would at least approach her and say what he had to say and let things go from there.  If nothing else maybe she would hate him a little less, hell she more than likely never even thought about it or him at all and yet it weighed on him so his own conscious felt the need to clean it up, if nothing else.

He continued to move around the room circulating for drinks and if need be food and yet he was still aware enough to keep his eyes on the door for security.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Reese, Open!

Becky barely stifled a giggle as Reese talked of dancing on tables. "Well, me I'd promote you." She said with a cheerful grin. Then shrugged. "Maybe that's why I don't run a hotel." She admitted cheerfully. She grooved next to Reese easily, not getting too close but clearly dancing with her.

"Well hey, that's why most of us are here in the first place." She said as Reese spoke of how she wanted to feel alive again. "This place works great for that if you let it."

She moved a little closer so they could talk a bit more privately. "You got your eye on anyone to help you out with that so far?" She clearly was looking to play cupid.

[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: Becky, Apollo, Joseph, open.

Elizabeth stepped slowly, hesitantly into the club. Even her staff was somewhat muted, as she'd wrapped it in ribbons that matched her long, snug yellow dress. Her chosen necklace for the evening was gold, with small, clear diamonds adding some sparkle to the dress. But the main feature of the necklace was a large cut emerald that dangled into the diamond shaped cuttout from the dress, gleaming against the bare pale skin of the redhead's decolatage.

She looked around quickly, searching for familiar faces amongst several strangers.

Elizabeth grinned, seeing Becky already engaging an attractive blonde lady. Elizabeth tugged on her own dress, giving a thumbs up to indicate approval of Becky's shirt... And perhaps her companion, as well.

The redhead gave a quick wave to Joseph, recognizing him from the bar and the other night.

But as always, Elizabeth went to Apollo first. She smirked at his t-shirt, but nodded her approval.

"Hey dork. Fancy shirt. I feel overdressed. Thanks for warning me it was casual Friday. Though... I'm glad you are letting your nerd flag fly a bit. Gotta say though, I expected you to be fancier, show me up"

[LocusVonErich]

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


Joseph sat at the bar and took note of his environment. Sipping a drink that was way too sweet at the bartender's recommendation, he didn't feel the urge to dance. In fact, he felt slightly uncomfortable in the suit he wore, even though it looked quite nice.

Seeing Elizabeth, he reciprocated her wave before watching her interact with Apollo. Their interaction seemed to have a lot of camaraderie, and perhaps Apollo was looking for the same amount of trouble Joseph was, at least, according to his manner of dress. The ladies all seemed much more reserved on the other hand, and he was curious if Reese or Becky had anything to say about him.

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Becky, Open

“Let me know if you’re ever in the market for a new hire,” Reese joked as she shimmied to the music’s infectious rhythm. In truth, Caravanserai was a decent enough employer. She was grateful to be hired here. Decent did not mean perfect though. “If I’m going to be dancing on tables, it better come with decent health insurance.”

This place works great for that if you let it.

Reese did not believe Becky was simply being kind. She’d seen it enough times to know the hotel did provide positive experiences. More times than she could count, people emerged from the desert with crestfallen faces but appeared days later in better spirits. She shifted her hand to waist just above Becky’s waist so they could dance closer.

“Mm,” she said with a contemplative look. Whatever perfume the woman wore was light but enticing. Her favorite kind. “I’ll be honest, I haven’t really thought beyond getting a drink. Any people you'd recommend or stay away from?"

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Reese, Elizabeth, Open!

Becky grinned at Reese. "If I ever hire anyone to dance on tables you're first on my list." She promised with a chuckle.

She scanned the crowd a bit at Reese's question, grinning and shaking her head as she saw Apollo. "No, not really." She admitted. "Everyone's been fine. I'm sure you can have fun with anyone here." She grinned, hoping that this would come to be.

"Oh hey Elizabeth!" Becky called out as the woman appeared, giving her a cheerful wave. "I picked that outfit out for her!" Becky said proudly.

[Gannameade]

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



   Apollo couldn’t help eye his best friend.  “Oh my..you look amazing.  You truly are so beautiful, I am sure you will get a lot of attention tonight.”  He couldn’t help but admire her this evening, not that he was ogling her but he truly liked seeing her like this.  He wasn’t even going to make fun of her.  She looked just like when he approached her at the ball, looking like a little princess.

“You could have texted it still works here.”  He shook his head.  “Oh, this?  This me giving up.  Since dressing up didn’t work I was hoping dressing down would make me look a bit more regular.  No, don’t mind me, since I am dressed down now you will get far more attention than me still.  I can be your wingman at this point.  The jester to the princess.”  He easily. 

“I have been fancy the last couple of events so since that didn’t work I am…as you say letting my nerd fly.  Just to be different…at this point, I have nothing to lose!  You dressing for anyone in particular or you just hotness in general?”  He moved to get her a drink at least.

[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: Becky, Apollo, open.

"Oh hey Becky! I like the way I look, thank you so much! And your t-shirt!" Elizabeth yelled back at Becky, before looking up at Apollo.

"Yeahhh, it's a good dress. And I didn't even ask what the necklace cost. Becky did a fantastic job. Bet you I don't get hit on by a single lady. Guys don't count, they hit on everything."

Elizabeth makes a face, shaking her head "you know I don't have a rich people phone? My reception died ten minutes from the airport, let alone anywhere near the hotel.

I mean, if you do start hitting on someone and she seems bored, of course you can send her my way.

I actually quite like the shirt and am planning on stealing it. "

She sighs, shrugging "eh. Haven't seen too many ladies who caught my eye. There was some lady with really cool hair, but she was busy. Becky... Is Becky. I kinda think we have different goals in life, sadly. Mmm... There was that lady with all the dark hair, but she was a bit standoffish and or sheltered. Dunno. How about you?"

Elizabeth will take a drink from Apollo, since he knows not to bring alcohol

[Gannameade]

 

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



"Its a lovely dress you really do look lovely.  Yeah she seems kinda nice like that!  I will take that bet!  Look at you!  I don't hit on everything!"  He said sticking his tongue out.

"I didn't think mine was rich just a good connection.  I will get yours replaced when we get back.  Since we are going to be in business together I have to be able to reach you.  Don't say it...it will be a business expense."  She didn't like to take gifts from him, but he move to catch her before her protest.

"That won't be long then you will have all of them your way."  He said not at all offended by her calling him boring, not much could phase him tonight.

He chuckled and shook his head.  "if I get a date it is yours!"  He said knowing he would give her the shirt off of his back anyway.

"Becky is something for sure.  But her dance card seems more than full...that or I am not her type either way.  I get it.  She might be trying to find herself, or the part of herself that her ex suppressed maybe... who knows.  Guys are asses like that, sometimes.  So did you go talk to her?"  He queries .  "Me I will just be getting drunk tonight and hope for the best."  He said thinking it would take a lot with his constitution and his mindset of being in control.  If anything it would be a long night for him to really turn it up.

He made sure to give her a drink that wasn't alcoholic.  He made sure to get all of her alcohol.

[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: Apollo, open

"Everything is lovely, yes. Becky really is a sweetheart underneath it all. Well, she kinda wears it on her sleeve. And you hit on most ladies, getting all smooth and complementary and using flattery.

Well the phone works just fine in Savannah. And most of the woods I hike through" Elizabeth muttered.

"Just don't get goo on it! Yours especially, but also none from her! Thank you.

I suspect Becky is bound and determined to lose her lady virginity this trip. Yeah, I went to her room so she could help me figure out how to yellow.

If you pass out, I'll try to steal your wallet first"

[Gannameade]

 

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



"Some ladies.  I know she is a sweetheart...I get that.  I just call them like I see them, not smooth or flattery, just me is all."  He shrugged grabbing another drink as the waitress passed by.

"Most not all.  I can't have you disappearing in the woods.  So I will take care of the phone."  He said then looked at her.  "Don't think that is a problem for either."  He smirked.  "Then there you go, your chance."  He winked.  "Either way good for her."

"I wouldn't blame you."  He shook his head.

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Becky, Elizabeth, Joseph, Open

Attention directed to another part of the club, Reese squinted as she searched through the crowd before she found the person Becky was talking about.

“You did an awesome job,” Reese said over the music as she waved to the redhead. “She looks stunning.”

I'm sure you can have fun with anyone here.

“Well,” she said with a bounce of her shoulders to the music’s pounding beat. “I’ll take your word on the fun promise.”

With that, the song drew to its conclusion as it melded into another fast-paced tune. Reese didn’t feel right just walking away so she gave Becky a light hug. Hopefully one that didn’t feel super awkward since she hadn’t bothered asking for permission first.

“You’ve been incredible,” Reese complimented, “And an excellent dance partner. Time to dive down the rabbit hole. We should meet at the end of the night, if not too busy, and compare notes.”

She waited for Becky’s reply before making her way to where she spied a familiar face earlier.

“Hey Phantom,” she greeted with a small wave of her hand. "I haven't seen you in a while."

[LocusVonErich]

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

Joseph wondered if lingering was really much of a good idea. But, that line of thought would be interrupted as he was accosted by a familiar face. "Maybe it's because I've been haunting the wrong places." He replied with a joking smile.

He would order another drink, this time opting for his usual. It would be a comfort in this uncomfortable place, with its loud music and flashing lights.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Open!

Becky flashed Elizabeth a happy, rather goofy, thumbs up in response to the compliment to her t-shirt. She knew she didn't look nearly as glamorous as the other ladies here, but that was sort of the point tonight. She noticed that Elizabeth found Apollo right away and smiled, those two were darn near inseparable and it was sort of adorable.

Returning her attention to Reese for the rest of the song, Becky came to a stop as the music did and smiled at the woman as she spoke. "Glad to be of service." She quipped with a laugh as Reese thanked her for dancing. "And you were lovely yourself." She smiled in a friendly way, not at all flirtatiously. The hug she returned in an equally friendly manner, with a bit of a go-get-em in her voice she nodded to Reese and said, "Happy hunting, catch you around."

And then, not having else to do, she hop-skipped (hey, she was wearing sneakers, time to take advantage) over to the bar and ordered another drink.

[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: Apollo, Reese, open

Perhaps she felt somewhat shy under the lovely blondes gaze, but Elizabeth's answering wave was a little slow and awkward. She had no idea who the lady was, or why she was being waved at by said lady.

"What do you want to bet she's straight?"

Elizabeth murmured to Apollo, while taking a sip of her drink.

"an you flirt with most ladies come you feel aren't gold diggers. You do know that you being you comes across as flirty right?"

Elizabeth sighed out her minor annoyance and rolled her eyes, before laughing softly. "Okay well I guess I walked into that one. I suppose in an effort to ensure that the newest King business venture doesn't get eaten by a bear panther or something, you can update my cell phone. Don't go overboard dude, please. Sometimes I think that you think you're my mother."

Elizabeth frowned up at the much taller guy, though she wasn't particularly upset "Goddess, no, Apollo! I'm not having sex with anymore straight but curious ladies. Ever. Never ever again. I've made that mistake far far too many times."

Ok, like.. twice, but they were messy.

"I'm in it for a relationship, hopefully even marriage someday."

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging:Joseph, Open

“Perhaps,” Reese mused in a soft whisper as she contemplated ordering an actual drink rather than water. “Are you still a patron of the arts?”

Hearing herself aloud, she decided to offer him additional clarification since her question wasn’t the clearest.

“Is your favorite part of Caravanserai still the Mirage?” She asked while perching herself atop one of the bar stools.

Absolutely no judgment colored her tone as she waited for his response. This was his vacation. He could spend his time with whomever or wherever he wanted. That was the beauty of traveling alone and being away from home.

[LocusVonErich]

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


"The Mirage has become my third home, of sorts. Though I have to admit, Quos Residential Suite number five does have its perks. Though I probably should make my way around the rest of the place before I settle for an absolute favorite." He responded, sipping his drink. He contemplated pressing his luck with her, but her yellow dress told him that it would be best to exercise caution.

[LadyKatherine]

Name: Victoria "Tori"  Valentine
Date | Time: 16 June 2020 | 9:00 PM
Wearing: Frilly black dress with a red spiral top to bottom, red outline of a heart above the left breast
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: Becky, Elizabeth, Open


Victoria walked into the club. She was still not sure why she had come, other than the fact that Becky had asked her here. She had pretty much given up hope of finding any information about her brother, so asking around wasn't important.

As she walked in she noticed two people that she recognized, Elizabeth, who had spent some time with her when she first got here, and Becky, who she had shared a special night with a few days ago. A small blush crept to her cheeks as she thought about it, but she quickly regained her composure and walked on. "Time to put on the mask again" She muttered to herself.

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging:Joseph, Open

“My boss would be thrilled to hear that,” Reese said with a slight chuckle. Her eyebrows arched at his mention of what she presumed to be his hotel room, unsure of his intentions. “That’s great. I’d give you suggestions but I barely had time to explore myself.”

Also, she’d rather not be a walking commercial on her off day.

“How much longer do you plan to stay here?” She questioned with a gesture to the closest bartender.

Once the man was nearby, she ordered a real drink. Nothing fancy. Just a vodka cranberry.

"Feel free to say that's none of my business." Reese lifted her hand as if to display a white flag, not wanting him to become upset and snappy with her.

[Gannameade]

 

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



  “You are not going to find out from over here!  You look amazing Elizabeth…if she is you might help her see the light.”  He said with a shrug thinking she had to try.

“I can’t determine if they are gold diggers.  I use you for that.  But you have the night off!  Go have fun…if things don’t work out.  I will be at the door later waiting to walk you to your room.”  He said.  “I am just me…if I am flirting it is not that I am trying.”  He smirked.

“Someone has to push your cute behind out of the nest!  You will always be my best friend Elizabeth!  You will tell me when my stuff stinks!!  But if you don’t do something more…you will end up lonely like me!!”  He said “Oh come on…you never know.  Some people don’t know who they are like you and me.  They might just need the help that you can give.  See two times.  You can’t make a true decision till after three!”  He said.

“So you get to have a best man, before me?!?”  He chuckled.   “Fine we can try that!  There is the sea lovely it is time to swim.”  He stated.

[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: Apollo, Victoria, open

Elizabeth shook her head in disagreement "I don't think straight people 'see the light' Apollo. If so, I know a really cute gay boy who wants your number. "

She smirked "golddigger detector service? Now that's a marketable skill. I'd make bank. "

Elizabeth threw up her right hand in defeat.

"Ok! Fine! I'll go mingle and bride hunt! No t-shirts at the wedding!

And don't you dare touch my butt with a ten foot pole"

Elizabeth limped away, towards Victoria, her mood changing as she approached the other lady

"Hi Victoria! I love your dress so much. I tried to do gothic clothes once... It didn't go well. Have you had any fun adventures at Caravanserai yet?"

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing: Emerald Guardian
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Elizabeth, Becky, Open




"Like I said...You and I, know who we are."  He winked as he shook his head.

"We can look into that as a business venture too if you want?!?"  He smirked but hadn't really thought about that till this moment, most people knew but then there were others that were more than clueless.

"You butt is off limits if you move now!"  He winked as she moved away, he shook his head and moved around the club.  He spotted who she was with and the flow of her body as she seemed to be relaxed with the dark haired woman.

He did see Becky at the bar and moved to at least speak, didn't see her around too much which was too bad for him.  She was busy which was good to be out her and enjoy one's self

"Hello Lovely, how are you doing this evening?"  He said he didn't think he was flirting so much as being honest, to him she was truly lovely.  'It wasn't a line...was it?!?'  Actually contemplating his words to her.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Tori, Apollo, Open!

Becky's eyes lit up as Tori entered the room. She came! Becky felt her heart flutter. But then realized the only color she was wearing was red. Aw. Did that mean no hitting on her? Or did that mean she considered herself, taken? The butterflies intensified. But as Becky lifted her arm to wave, Tori kept walking past, and Becky felt her heart shattering. Oh. She lowered her arm sadly, turning back to her drink. Well, so much for that.

She was considering whether to run after her or not, when Apollo approached. Becky put her smile back on quickly for the man, not wanting to reveal that she was feeling such conflicting emotions at what was supposed to be a fun and light-hearted party. "Hey you." She said cheerfully. "I'm uh," well damn that was a terrible time to be asked that question. Truth be told she was rather confused and hurt at the moment from how Tori had walked past her, but she didn't want to say it. "Well I'm good." She responded with a bit more effort than usual. "How are you mister Sun God?"

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing: Emerald Guardian
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Elizabeth, Becky, Open



Becky was an anomly to him, not because she didn't outright jump into his arms...but she could have and he wouldn't have complained in the slightest but she was well...able to do whomever she wanted here and she didn't let it go to her head.  He couldn't help but smile.  He was normally good at reading people, save when it came to him hence was what he normally used Elizabeth for.  It was far easier to know when some liked him when they dropped into his lap, he wasn't good on subtle cues...when he was interested in someone a least.  The might very well have to hit him with a frying pan or he wouldn't catch it.  In a court room he was...what his father made him to be...a shark so when Becky said...'Well I'm good' when she could easily be the life or center of anywhere she stood it didn't sit right with him.  Maybe she didn't want to talk to him, but he was here and so was she.

He couldn't help but to smile when she called him the Sun God.  "Wondering why my beautiful lady is standing here alone...I know I may not be your....confidant but you can talk to me and I will listen and not make any judgements...I swear...I mean I promise.  You just don't seem like your normal bubbly self. if it is your ex tell me where he is and I will beat him for you?!?"

[LocusVonErich]

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


"Honestly, I haven't a clue. I think I may make Caravanserai into my permanent residence, depending on how things go. There's not really much left back in the States, and I've basically the ability to stay retired for the rest of my days." He didn't mind answering her innocuous questions.

"So, how did a girl like you end up in a place like this?" It was a dumb pickup line of a question, but as long as we were asking inane questions, he may as well have started with this one. "You can give me the Cliff's Notes if you like."

[LadyKatherine]

Name: Victoria "Tori"  Valentine
Date | Time: 16 June 2020 | 9:00 PM
Wearing: Frilly black dress with a red spiral top to bottom, red outline of a heart above the left breast
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: Becky, Elizabeth, Open


Victoria smiled at Elizabeth as she ordered a drink "Thank you Miss Elizabeth, I love your dress as well, very elegant"

She picked up her drink off of the counter and sipped is carefully "Are you enjoying your time here?"

She noticed Becky looking at her from across the room. She drank her drink a bit quicker and gave her a small wave.

[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:  Victoria, mentioned Apollo, Becky, open

"Awww, thank you. Becky helped me pick it out. I had no idea how to pull off yellow. She's a sweet lady."

Elizabeth waved her soda at Becky, pointing her out, then nodded.

"Yes, quite a bit actually. It's so different from Savannah. It's nice to not have to worry about anything for a while.

But of course my goofy sidekick from home is here as well, so that's annnnoyyyiinngg"

Elizabeth waved her multipurpose soda at Apollo, then giggled "he's a really nice guy, actually, and a great friend. Just don't tell him I said that, though, please."

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Tori, Apollo, Open!

Becky laughed. "Oh lord does everyone believe all I think about is my ex." She sighed. "I really need to stop talking about that."

"I've only been alone for a few minutes, I just finished dancing with - " her voice trailed off as her eyes, which had never really left Tori, caught her wave. Becky's face lit up instantly, and she waved back happily. "Um, dancing with someone." She said distractedly, her eyes on Tori.

[LadyKatherine]

Name: Victoria "Tori"  Valentine
Date | Time: 16 June 2020 | 9:00 PM
Wearing: Frilly black dress with a red spiral top to bottom, red outline of a heart above the left breast
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: Becky, Elizabeth, Open


"Yes... Becky is "sweet", as you say." She turned back to Elizabeth "To think, I would come here for important business and end up staying for pleasure. I almost never want to leave and return to my life." She sipped her drink "But I will have to at some point, and if I don't leave by choice they'll drag me out"

Victoria cleared her throat "But enough about me, how has your night gone? Yellow looks good on you, have you met anyone interesting?"

Victoria raised her glass up towards Becky, as if inviting her over.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing: Emerald Guardian
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Elizabeth, Becky, Tori, Open



"No I just think you need something to take your mind off of back home even for a little while."  He said with a smirk.  "So what would you like to talk about then?"  He asked as she focused on her licking his lips absently.

"Finished dancing with?"  He turned to look over his shoulder to see someone he hadn't seen before.  Then back to Becky.  Then it all made sense as he saw the glow of her complexion as she looked at Tori.  "Someone you need to go see?"  He got it, pretty clearly now.  Yet a smile played over his face nonetheless.  He remember seeing that look and he did understand.

[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:  Victoria, mentioned Reese, open


"Yes, a lot of people seem to feel that way about Caravanserai. I certainly do as well... It's such a unique little Outpost in the world. They did a fantastic job with it."

Elizabeth smiled, holding out her right arm so Victoria could see the dress better. "Well, that depends on what kind of yellow. Most of them truly are not my friend. A lot of them make me look sick or dead or worse.

Interesting? Uhm, just the same faces, mostly. Though there is one or two people I haven't met yet. "

Briefly, perhaps involuntarily, the redheads eyes strayed over to Reese, then back to Victoria

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging:Joseph, Open

Reese did not bother concealing her surprise upon hearing Joseph’s desire to remain at Caravanserai. It wasn’t that she was tired of his presence. His being at the hotel didn’t bother her at all. She did not see him much as her job kept her occupied most of the day. It was just, you know, shocking.

Yet, who was she to judge? She’d done the same, in a way. Choosing to stay in this fantasy rather than face the problems of her reality.

“There are worse places to lay down roots,” she said with a meek smile and a deep gulp of her drink. “That’s for sure.”

His asking her a question in return made her lips purse together as she contemplated an answer. He helped by indicating that the details were not of importance.

“Short version is that I was desperate for a change in scenery,” Reese said, being honest with him.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Apollo, Open!

"Someone I need to go see?" Becky suddenly looked uneasy, as if something she thought she was keeping secret was suddenly on front street. "Oh um, why, do you think uh, do you think I should?" She asked, trying to fake an easy breeziness that she was not at all pulling off. "Is that?" She saw Tori lift her glass. "I mean if you think I should..." She looked to Apollo, trying to act like this was no huge deal, but she was behaving much more like a schoolgirl with a crush than the mature confident grown woman she was trying to fake at being.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing: Emerald Guardian
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Elizabeth, Becky, Tori, Open




He would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in her, but he saw that her mind and her heart were elsewhere.  With his best courtroom king smile.  "Go to her Becky.  You know you want too.  Go get her girl."  He said with a familiar friendly wink.  He realized whatever chance he had with her was gone and woman like this deserved happiness.

"Come on, you won't get your dream girl over here."  It was easy to send her on, she wasn't for him.  It all be came more than crystal clear.

[LadyKatherine]

Name: Victoria "Tori"  Valentine
Date | Time: 16 June 2020 | 9:00 PM
Wearing: Frilly black dress with a red spiral top to bottom, red outline of a heart above the left breast
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: Becky, Elizabeth, Open


Victoria smiled "Well I don't want to keep you from mingling, perhaps you'd rather talk to someone else" She gestured towards Reese "Definitely more interesting than me"

She finished her drink and ordered another "If you get bored and want a drink, I'll buy you one"

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 16th, 9:17
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:  Victoria, mentioned Reese, open

Elizabeth wrinkled her nose, blanching

"What? No.... Just going up to and talking to beautiful women is not... Not a skill I possess, like at all. I don't even get through 'hi I'm Elizabeth' without getting nervous and stuttery. I do ok if she talks to me first, usually. Sorta. Kinda...."

Elizabeth looked up at the dark haired lady, wondering. Victoria seemed too... Sheltered to really know what 'buy you a drink' typically meant in a place like this.

Plus, the red and black didn't say 'please hit on me', no matter how attractive the dress... And it's occupant... Was.

So Elizabeth just smiled warmly, letting her happiness at the offer shine into her voice. "Oh, thank you so much Victoria! I actually don't drink alcohol... Booze and bad legs don't mix well, but they serve a superb Shirley Temple that I'd like another one of"

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Apollo, Tori, Elizabeth, Open!

Apollo's word of encouragement were what Becky needed to hear. She smiled nervously at him, feeling the butterflies in her stomach flutter on up to her throat and form a big lump there. Why was she so dang nervous? Things had gone so well with Tori a few nights ago. Dammit. This must be the hard part about liking someone. Becky had so little experience with these things that she found her nerves and anxiety hard to overcome.

But Apollo, he was here to help. "Thank you." She said to him, then took a deep breath. You can do this Becky, you can do this.

She took a step away from the bar, then paused, and turned back to Apollo. "Thanks." She said, looking a bit less nervous now, her much easier smile spreading as she stepped into him and wrapped him up in a close hug, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I mean it." She gave him a joyful grin and then slowly untangled herself and took another deep breath. I can do this.

She walked over to Tori in the manner of a woman trying to act casual and looking stiffer than normal because of it. When she arrived she saw Tori was talking to Elizabeth who she also gave a smile. Her eyes though, soon locked onto Tori.

"Hey." She said with a nervous wave to the two of them. "You um, you look good." She said to Tori, then glanced over at Elizabeth, "Um, both of you." She grinned anxiously, hands running up and down her sides as if she didn't quite know what to do with them, hips swaying just a touch to the music.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Apollo King
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing: Emerald Guardian
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Elizabeth, Becky, Tori, Open




Apollo smiled at the one that could have been his queen walked away, he could only hope she was happy with whoever claimed her.  He didn't understand her nervousness, but she reminded him of Elizabeth and he shook his head and stood there frowning at her as he often did his best friend that had that same look and realized he was bound to be Becky's big brother even when they returned home.  He would let her know. 

"You are welcome, if you ever need me for anything...even after we part...you can call me...I have two good ears for you.  I can be like the big brother you never had?"  He smiled at her lightly.

"Becky its ok?!?"  He watched her move only turn back to him and move into his arms.  Deep down he had hoped she was moving into his arms for another reason...not to gain confidence to go to another.  But deep down even he had to admit since their speed dating event...he wanted her to be happy.  "Becky..." He held her and whispered into her ear.  "Go get your woman!"  He said it his words hopefully breathing confidence into her.

He waved her on like he was kicking baby bird out of the nest.

[LocusVonErich]

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


"A change in scenery? That doesn't really explain much. After all, there's nothing but desert around us for miles. Then again, I guess that's the appeal. Miles of sand, and all the bourbon in the world to convince yourself that you made the right choice." He shook his head in irritation, he had never been good at talking.

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging:Joseph, Open

“Change in scenery is much easier to say than divorce,” Reese explained as she finished her drink and flagged down the bartender for a refill.

Reese’s cheeks burned with hot shame as she still blamed herself for the failure of her marriage. The logical part of her knew it wasn’t her fault that he chose to stick his dick in another woman’s vagina but...what if she’d been just the tiniest bit more attentive? What if she nagged a little less? Maybe if she’d done something different, he wouldn’t have felt the need to seek out the attentions of another woman.

“Enough about that,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I see you’re decked out in green. It looks nice on you. What are you aiming for tonight?”

It was a risque question but any topic was better than discussing her former marriage.

[LadyKatherine]

Name: Victoria "Tori"  Valentine
Date | Time: 16 June 2020 | 9:00 PM
Wearing: Frilly black dress with a red spiral top to bottom, red outline of a heart above the left breast
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: Becky, Elizabeth, Open


"Becky, it's so nice to see you again. Your outfit is simple, but you don't need a fancy dress to look good. I believe it's my turn to buy you a drink~" She smiled

"Elizabeth, perhaps I can help. I could be your wing... girl?"

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 16th, 9:17
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:  Victoria, Becky open


Elizabeth smiled at the two beautiful ladies, feeling just a little nervous in this triangle between her two new probably friends.

"Oh, sounds like you've met. Good, good. We all look so good. Uhm. Thank you for the offer, Victoria, but I... Am going to hold off for now?

In all honesty I'm pretty much just counting down the time till I can escape to the game room and not look commmmppplllleeeteeelly lame doing so.

I'm not good with... Noise, or crowds. Any of this. But... When in Rome, right? I figure that I should at least give it a try and see if anything... Yeah"

[LocusVonErich]

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

Divorce, eh? That had to be tough. He decided he wouldn't press any further about it. "I ain't quite sure. I just felt it would be the best color to keep my options open. I see you have decided to be a bit more cautious in your choice of color." He would finish off his drink, still pondering if he even knew what he wanted.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Shailene Redbird
Date | Time: June 16 ||| 9pm
Wearing: This dress in green matching ||| these shoes ||| with this emerald jewelry set.  Makeup and hair is done like in the picture.
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: Open!
Shailene didn't know what to expect from this Stoplight Party.  During her studying years, Shai hadn't had much time for socialization and had rarely attended any parties...if that's what you could call a bunch of highly advanced nerds interested in entering the medical field getting together.  Still, when she was told that she would be working at the party, she felt excitement alongside the tightness in her gut that told her she was about to make a major fool out of herself.  She had barely met any other members of staff save for possibly their checkups to make sure they'd be fully capable of working at the hotel in the middle of nowhere.  As for patients, she hadn't had any since the opening of the hotel, not that she'd expected to be busy.  She did, however, hope to socialize with someone other than her roommate and the few coworkers she saw on a regular basis.

That's what Shailene hoped to accomplish dressed in a gorgeous green dress with lace midriff that made her want to wrap her arms around herself to hide away, heels that she would normally not give a second glance to, and jewelry she knew she would regret buying for this one occasion later.  It was only due to the compliments from those that she was supposed to work with tonight that she didn't run back to her room and find something else to wear.  Well, the lack of time to do so definitely didn't help matters either.

'What am I doing?' Shailene thought to herself wishing she could bolt for the door before they let anyone in but it was too late.  As Shai and the others finished organizing the food and drinks station, security was letting in people dressed in reds which made Shailene's mind think of storytelling around the bonfires at Elisi's, yellows which brought to mind a hot summer's day relaxing in the sunshine, and greens allowing her mind to drift off to the scent of beautiful flowers.  The only color Shailene felt was missing were the lovely shades of blue.  That color wasn't supposed to be at this kind of party she'd been told when she was warned to wear either red, yellow, or green and what each color would mean to the guests.

[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: Becky, Tori, mentioned Shai, open

Her gaze caught by flashes of green, a rare color this night, Elizabeth looked up... And up... At the remarkably tall woman by the refreshments table. In those exquisite heels, the stranger had to be a foot taller than Elizabeth.

Rolling her staff between her hands, a sure sign of anxious thoughts happening somewhere, Elizabeth muttered.. hopefully too quietly for her equally lovely companions to hear.. "goddamnit, every single lady I've seen here has been supermodely. This place is going to give me a bloody complex. Insecurities ahoy "

[Peripherie]

Name: Everett Oliver Steele
Date | Time: June 16, a little after the start of the event
Wearing: Green teeshirt with slightly darker cardigan, jeans, and black sneakers; contacts tonight
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Open
Showed his ID and room key at the door. Check! Everett made a slight tick on his phone screen with the stylus before sliding it back in place. It was a habit - plain and simple. Now wait - it wasn't like he was stuffy and so uptight that he wouldn't go to the bathroom without it being on the list. (Well, he might add it after he was done and had washed his hands.) Seriously though, Everett didn't see his fastidious list checking as a hindrance to his life, but a way to streamline things to get to the good parts. And a great part was to see just how much he had accomplished - reps in the gyms, hours logged on an app update, pages read in a book, or DMs replied to on social media. Well, that last part didn't get as many checks as might seem appropriate for a successful man like him in his prime.

But something had to give. And it had been his personal life until the fates decided that he needed to live a little. Everett slid his phone in his back pocket and decided to fill the itch in her fingers with a bottle instead. The club was dark and bumping already. He checked his watch - had he been that late? Nah, it was just an exciting event that had pulled many resort patrons down from their room. As he looked over the bar menu, he couldn't help but slide his gaze side to side to do a headcount - how many were here and what were they in comparison to the total current capacity of the hotel? What was the turnout for events like this and often did they occur? His drink choice was easier but not as mentally satisfying. A quick shot of Patrón to perhaps turn off his onboard calculator and he took a longneck cider to a standing table near the dance floor.

He could feel a steady thump in his chest, and his toe started matching the rhythm on the hardwood floor as he sipped his drink. It wasn't that he was much into cutting a rug - no, his brain began to calculate the beats per minute. So much for the tequila. He was a tech guy, and taking things part was just deep within his 1s and 0s. A song change to something more chaotic pulled his attention towards the people around him. Most were in small groups, already chatting.

What did he expect from tonight? So far, it was nothing more than a place to go before he finally unpacked. He had just checked in a few hours ago as it were. As for his choice of green? Well, he lucked out at having such color clothes at the top of his luggage. And he had no real reason to say he wasn't 'single and available'. Dating wasn't on his current list. But neither had been getting told to quit his job or go on a paid vacation. Honoring whatever the universe seemed to have in mind for his life right now - he left his tick boxes and his dance card open.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Tori, Elizabeth, mentioning Apollo, Breezy, Everett, Shailene, Open!

"I won't say no a drink from you." Becky grinned at Tori, trying to be all smooth and flirty, getting it fairly close to right for once. She inched a little closer to the woman, seeing how Tori would respond to Becky getting all up in her personal space.

She gave Elizabeth a shake of her head. "You'll look lame doing that no matter when you do." She said with a friendly teasing tone in her voice. She looked to Tori as if to explain. "Elizabeth and Apollo play Dungeons and Dragons together." She announced as she shared this profound secret. She waved to Apollo to point out who it was to Tori.

Becky then happened to glance to the entrance as not one, but two very good looking people walked in, one an absolute knockout, the other about the cutest boy she'd ever seen. Well, damn. She glanced away quickly, knowing that it was either get out of there now or stare and stare and stare. She occupied her attention with her drink instead, taking a deep gulp of it.

"Oh that was so nice of you to order that for me Tori." She said, turning to face the girl so that she wasn't distracted by the beautiful newcomers. Out of the corner of her eye though, she saw that Elizabeth was already lost. Dammit.

Why did this have to happen. The second she'd found someone her heart was set on not one but two people who she just knew would have a habit of showing up in her idle thoughts had just shown up. Dang hotels and the constant new visitors. Well, it will all be okay as long as neither of them walks over here, she thought, putting on a smile as she just blindly assumed that wouldn't happen. Yup. Everything would be fine. Totally fine.

Oooor she thought to herself. If she set up Apollo or Elizabeth (or both? ooooh fun image) with the hot girl, that would take her out of the picture. Now she just needed someone to set the guy up with. She wished not for the first time that she'd brought her cell phone so she could text Breezy to come scoop him up. Hmmm. Think Becky, think, she was obviously a bit distracted as she sipped her drink again.

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Joseph, Open

“I’m definitely not eager to experience it again,” Reese said with a deadpan expression. “It’s going to take a miracle to get me down the aisle again.”

She nodded her head at his brief explanation of why he chose green over the other colors. As a bachelor, what did he have to lose?

“Wearing yellow is significant progress for me,” she explained as the bartender refreshed her drink. “Two weeks ago, I’d worn black. Rules be damned.” Sucking at the lemon which had rested at the side of her cup, she added, “Have you struck gold? In general, I mean, not just tonight?”

[LocusVonErich]

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


"Nope. Well, technically yes. The night of the masquerade. Unfortunately, the party got broken up by a security guard. Then again, I probably shouldn't have been on that balcony. Otherwise, I ain't had a lot of luck." He chuckled with a hint of bitterness about it.

"Going from black to yellow is a pretty big leap." He said as he had his drink refilled. "So, I guess you've made progress, as they say."

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Joseph, Open

Reese burst into uncontrollable laughter, the kind that hurt your stomach, as she pictured Joseph being caught in the act by one of their security guards. Their faces must have been priceless.

“OH GOD!” She snorted through her continued laughter. “I wish I could’ve been there.” She shook her head from side to side, unable to stop grinning. “That poor girl. Is she still here?” BY that, she meant at the hotel. “Is she here?!?” That question’s meaning was obvious as she searched the faces within the club as if the woman in question would reveal herself upon being spoken of.

“Yes,” she agreed, eyes shining as she wiped tears caused by laughter from them. “It is massive step for me. Some might say it's long overdue. My ex certainly has moved onto newer and finer things. But...we’ll see if I regret it tomorrow.”

[LocusVonErich]

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


"Being one hundred percent honest, I don't know if she's even still here at Caravanserai. I haven't seen her since the night of the masquerade. From what I can tell, she's definitely not here as in this club." He felt a bit awkward standing there, then again, it felt good to see Reese laugh.

"Well, I don't foresee you being the type to do something you'd regret too much." That much was true, she didn't seem as if she were willing to do anything that could be considered risky or even stupid. Of course, that was at a cursory glance. For all he knew, the right turn of phrase could lead to anything.

[LadyKatherine]

Name: Victoria "Tori"  Valentine
Date | Time: 16 June 2020 | 9:00 PM
Wearing: Frilly black dress with a red spiral top to bottom, red outline of a heart above the left breast
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: Becky, Elizabeth, Everett, Shailene, Open


Victoria glanced back and forth between the new-comers and Becky and Elizabeth, and smiled mischievously "It seems something has caught your eye~ Both of you. If you feel like heading over to say 'hi', I won't stop you" Victoria sits down on one of the bar stools.

[Peripherie]

Name: Everett Oliver Steele
Date | Time: June 16, a little after the start of the event
Wearing: Green teeshirt with a slightly darker cardigan, jeans, and black sneakers; contacts tonight
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Shailene, Open

Oh shoot! Everetts left butt check had gone quiet. Which would be odd if not for the fact that his phone had a permanent indentation in the denim where it existed so often. And he was feeling none of that normal vibration that indicated updates and notifications. It wasn't that he was addicted to checking sports scores or his fav twitter feeds. No, he just had quite a few apps he was still managing (even on vacation) and he would get updates about sales, feedback, and malfunctions.

It quickly dawned on Everett that he hadn't checked his room for information on the resort's wifi and so... he was left without connection. How could he have forgotten something so important? Well, obviously he hadn't put it on the list. That would soon be rectified - as soon as he could sign onto his internet connected planner app and put it there. He took the last few sips of his cider and headed over towards the bar.

It was mostly a pretext but he actually did like whatever that brand had been so he ordered a second one while trying to find someone to answer his burning question. He soon saw the beautiful lady with the dark long hair and the green dress that seemed to have been sewn to hug her curves perfectly. How had he not seen her before? Oh, that's right - he was clueless and overly preoccupied. But now, looking at her - something seemed familiar. There had been a brochure that had advertised the amenities of the resort and also had some pictures of the staff. Had she been one of them? Something about the striking nature of her eyes had stuck with him, even from just a small photo.

Clearing his through and rubbing at the corner of one of his eye - he did his best not to startle her as he approached. "Hi..." At first Everett's voice barely broke over the bumping of the music. "Oh, um, hello there." He tried a little louder but faltered as the songs switched to something softer and his last word came out almost like shouting. "Err... sorry about that. I hope I'm not bothering you but you look like you might have something I want." His eyes went big and he wondered what percentage of alcohol was in that cider. He quickly corrected while a blush formed above his stubble. "Damn, that sounded like a pick-up line. Sorry! I just thought you might .... know the wifi password around here?" He broke out into a very embarrassed but large grin, hoping she could somehow still see his teeth with his foot so far into his mouth.

[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: Becky, Tori, mentioned Shai, open

Elizabeth playfully rolled her eyes at Becky "Becky darling, if I let worries about looking lame stop me, I'd never do anything I consider fun.

And besides, I am lame. Pun."

Despite blushing a little bit, Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at Victoria. "Didn't I already mention that walking up to intimidatingly gorgeous ladies and starting conversation is a skill that I just flat out lack? Not that I expect you to actually do anything right now, but isn't a wingwoman duty to break the ice?"

[LadyKatherine]

Name: Victoria "Tori"  Valentine
Date | Time: 16 June 2020 | 9:00 PM
Wearing: Frilly black dress with a red spiral top to bottom, red outline of a heart above the left breast
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: Becky, Elizabeth, Everett, Shailene, Open


"If that's what you wish~ Pick one and we can get started" Victoria's mischievous smile was still on her face, she was enjoying this a bit too much.

"If you don't I'll choose for you~"

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Joseph, Open

Reese's carefree laughter came to an abrupt halt upon learning that Joseph's masked partner was possibly no longer at the hotel. It was harder to find pleasure in an incident that left someone scarred.

"Oh no," she said, lips twisting to form a frown. "I hope that incident didn't spoil her vacation."

Silently, she hoped he was wrong. Maybe his fellow deviant was absent because of being too busy exploring outdoors.

"I'm almost tempted to look," Reese mused aloud, curiosity hooked like a fish. "Do you remember her name?"

There was something about the way Joseph said his final assessment that made her feel braver...or maybe filled with the spirit of foolishness. It was a change of pace since normally a comment like that would have angered her.

"I see our interactions have left quite the impression on you." She bobbed her head to the music. "So have you learned your lesson or do you intend to take the next willing lady to the balcony?"

[LocusVonErich]

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

"I shouldn't be so cavalier with such information, but to sate your curiosity...Katrina Von Roissy. Käti, for short." He felt a momentary regret of revealing Käti as his partner from that night. It wasn't exactly appropriate nor right for him to do so, after all.

"If things get that wild...well, I'd rather take it somewhere where a security guard would be less likely to intrude..." He laughed nervously. "After all, a place with more privacy tends to be better for a nightcap than a balcony." He spoke euphemistically, not quite crossing the line into flirting territory just yet.

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Joseph, Open

Reese sensed the subtle change in Joseph’s demeanor right before he answered her question. She did experience a faint twist of guilt, for pushing him to reveal his lover’s name. What did the woman’s name matter to her, after all? Having a name did not enrich the story. There was nothing to be done about it now though. She’d prodded and he yielded.

Well, maybe there was something to be done about it. An apology might ease both of their spirits. She considered it, for a moment, but decided against it. Instead, she decided to leave her burgeoning curiosity unsated and not look up the woman’s details.

“You know what,” she said with a small sip, taking a moment to rub the perspiring glass against her cheek. “Let’s forget her and live in the present.”

Reese was more optimistic for Joseph than he was for himself. Despite his sometimes dry humor and biting words, he was an attractive man. Talking wasn’t a necessity for fucking so the odds were in his favor.

“Wise man,” she said with an approving nod. “Even if I can see why the balcony might be a more appealing option in the heat of the man.” Eyes burning with mischief, she asked, “So if I wanted to proposition a man...or woman...how would you advise I go about it? As I mentioned, I’m out of practice so any advice is welcomed.”

[LocusVonErich]

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

"I can live with that." He replied as he killed another drink. Käti was best left forgotten, it wasn't as if he were going to see her again. This place was a constant rotating menagerie of people.

"I'd recommend the direct approach, but I'm also not the best person to ask. After all, I am the Phantom of Caravanserai, the hotel's second favorite bachelor." He joked at his own expense. "The worst you can get is a no, you know."

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Joseph, Open

“I didn’t know there was a list,” she said with interest, blue eyes brightening at the prospect. Reese figured there was not an actual list but people tended to pick favorites. It was natural instinct, even with inanimate objects. “Who’s the first?”

Upon noticing her second drink was halfway full, she slowed down. Sips rather than thirsty gulps. It would be no fun if the night ended too soon with her puking into the toilet.

The direct approach. Reese considered his advice as she stared at various club attendees. A certain dread filled her at the prospect of flirting with any of them. Her gaze then returned to Joseph before she scooted to the edge of the bar stool and pressed her mouth right against his. It lasted for a second before she pulled back and evaluated his response.

“Is that what you mean by direct?” She questioned, moistening her lips with a swipe of her tongue. “Or is that too much?” 

[LocusVonErich]

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

"That guy seems as if he's pretty popular." He pointed at Apollo, who found himself surrounded by a bevy of women. "Of course, I could be wrong. There was a gentleman at the masquerade who wore a knight's helmet for a mask, he was definitely on people's radar."

When she kissed him, he found himself caught off guard for a moment before leaning into it. When she finally broke away, he felt disappointment and confusion. That yellow dress reminded him that she wasn't looking for what he was, yet the signal she just gave seemed as if she were more open to things than she let on. "That was definitely direct. Much more so than I had expected. Had you wore green, I'd ask if you would be willing to take things to more...intimate quarters." He responded candidly.

[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:, Tori, mentioned Shai, 

Elizabeth stared at Victoria for a moment, wondering if the taller lady was serious. One mental coin flip later, Elizabeth shrugged. "Ok. Let's be crazy. Go for it. the tall gorgeous one. You know, the one who isn't kissing a guy"

[Flower]

Name: Reese
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Careful Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, Making her way to dance floor
Tagging: Joseph, Open

“Oh...him.” By the unenthused tone of her voice, Reese was not impressed. She’d interacted with the gentleman once but the brief exchange was more than enough for her to decide he was a bastard. To be fair, he probably thought she was a bitch. “I’ll pass.”

No recognition popped into her mind upon his mentioning another individual. It was unsurprising as the night of the masquerade had been stressful for her. Each minute and interaction was brimming with anxiety for her. She was terrified of something going wrong and behind blamed for it. Hell, she wanted to murder Joseph when he hopped onto the stage.

Part of her expected him to push her away. After all, most of their encounters had been a tad awkward, with one or the other making excuses to be rid of the other. Yet, to her surprise, he didn’t. She did not bother to ponder explanations for his response.

Live for the moment. The motto blared in her head, almost louder than the club’s music.

“Glad I can surprise you,” she said with a light chuckle. “I debated wearing green but got cold feet.” Plus, she knew fun was her main goal tonight but she wasn’t so sure if sex was a part of that agenda. “Anyways, I want to dance. I guess this is good bye unless you brought your best dance moves.”

Lifting her drink, she finished it in a single gulp. She felt its burn spread through her stomach. It didn’t make her bad though. Quite the opposite. Swaying to the slow build of the new song, Reese made her way through the crowd. Or rather, she molded with them, matching their movements, as she danced her way to its grinding center.

[LocusVonErich]

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


"I'll let you dance for both of us. I ain't much of a dancer, especially when it comes to this club stuff." He said as she expressed her desire to dance. It was true, he wasn't really one for the electronic music this club purveyed. He wished that he had done that entire interaction better, now that he was alone again.

[LadyKatherine]

Name: Victoria "Tori"  Valentine
Date | Time: 16 June 2020 | 9:00 PM
Wearing: Frilly black dress with a red spiral top to bottom, red outline of a heart above the left breast
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: Becky, Elizabeth, Shailene, Open


"Sounds like a plan~" Victoria smiled at Elizabeth

"Forgive me Becky but we'll have to talk later, come Miss Elizabeth we have a night to make" She walked across the club towards Shailene

"Hello Miss, your outfit is amazing~ Mind if we have a chat?"

[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: Becky, Tori,  Shai, 

Elizabeth shrugged up at Becky, looking moderately terrified "well... I guess it's too late for me to go hide in the game room.... Good luck Becky, don't forget that you are awesome!"

The redhead limped after Victoria, wondering what the hell they were doing... Heart pounding as she worked her way through the growing crowd to stand slightly behind Victoria. The gorgeous stranger was just so damn tall, and at that height, intimidating for multiple reasons.

Though Elizabeth couldn't help but nod in agreement at Victoria's assessment of Shai's outfit

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Open, mentioning Tori, Elizabeth

Becky was taking deep, even breaths, as she continued to resist the allure of the beautiful new people behind her. She opened her mouth to say something when, in a whirlwind of activity, Tori and Elizabeth decided that they were going to go and be tempted by them.

"Oh." She said lamely as they walked off. "I thought - " she eyed Tori's departing from.

"Well, nevermind." She said quietly, feeling like she'd been punched in the gut. So much for that.

In a bit of a daze she walked to the bar and sat down at it, pushing her empty glass over she said. "Another one please." She stared down at the bar top, fingers tracing the grooves in the wood as she felt herself wondering what the hell had just happened. "Becky you idiot." She sighed, staring up at the ceiling and folding her hands in front of her, trying to keep herself together.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: William
Date | Time: June 16, 8:30 pm
Wearing: Shown
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Shailene, Tori, Elizabeth, Everett,  Open



William had been watching Shailene since they were tagged together to work the even.  Sure he was hoping to spend some personal time with her till rugged and handsome showed up and realized he would probably be next in line for bachelor of the affair.  He got it, though his fault for being or moving too late but nonetheless he move through the club to keep serving drinks and keeping an eye on the door. 

It was far easier to deal with being invisible when you were, so he kept moving realizing he could get out of here in a few hours.  It was far easier to be alone by yourself than inside this place.

He smirked when he saw the two women approach her and he smirked like he saw them all swarm his coworker and he bit his lips and moved way, unless they wanted something to drink.

“Anyone want anything?  I am headed to the bar.”  He licked his lips watching as the two women and the guy almost surrounded her.  ‘Not a bad position to be in for sure.’

[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 | Open

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 had never cared for the color green. Oh sure, in her modeling days she’d been dressed in jewel tones on countless occasions but no matter the shade, Barb avoided green in her personal wardrobe. In her estimation, emerald looked too much like an old schoolmarm, sage washed her out, and olive hues felt too pro-military. Thus, it was with deep frustration and wry amusement that she unzipped her suitcase filled with red dresses and began to dig around for anything that might resemble green, coming up only with a knitted top that screamed “Midwest housewife.”

Yellow would have to do. Besides, this was her first night at the resort (she’d arrived on a camel less than six hours ago), and didn’t need to come across as desperate.

As Barb stepped into the night club and took a look around, she was glad to see a proliferation of yellow and green with very little red. She had always thought that red was a risqué color full of passion and power but in this context, red was more likely to make her appear standoffish and unfriendly. “Shows what I know,” she quipped under her breath. Good thing she had read the instructions.

Spying the bar across the floor, Barb shook her blonde hair off her bare shoulders and strode towards it, chest out, leg out, and a lazy grin on her face as she made fleeting eye contact with people on her way. It looked as if she were one of the older women in attendance but she had never let that intimidate her before and wouldn’t start now. The bartender was not immediately present but if the service she’d experienced at Caravanserai thus far was any indication, she would not be forced to wait overly long to order her drink. In the meantime, she was content to observe the party-goers, admiring the interesting mix of beautiful people and how effortlessly they blended together.

“All right, mommy-time is over,” she affirmed to herself, but then caught herself and thought “aaaaand you're gonna stop referring to yourself as ‘mommy’ in the third person if you wanna flirt again sometime this decade…”

[LocusVonErich]

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

Joseph found himself to be bored, of all things. He missed his favorite table at the Mirage, he longed for his bed in Quos Residential Suite No. 5...and yet, he didn't mind the half buzz he found himself with sitting at the Hypnotic bar. If he didn't get anything out of this, he at least had the alcohol and the pulse of club banging music to keep him company. There seemed to be a crowd rounded up around a woman in a green dress. He decided against joining them, not wanting to seem like a shark in search of blood in the water, even if that is exactly what he was.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Shailene Redbird
Date | Time: June 16 ||| 9pm
Wearing: This dress in green matching ||| these shoes ||| with this emerald jewelry set.  Makeup and hair is done like in the picture.
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: Everett Oliver Steele, Victoria "Tori" Valentine, Elizabeth, mentioning: William, OPEN!
Shailene had barely heard Everett when he first addressed her.  In fact, she hadn’t even realized someone was talking to her until the music changed and his voice came very close to shouting.  Thinking she had been ignoring him for too long, Shailene blushed brightly and started fumbling around for the top plate on the pile at her station. “I’m so sorry, sir.  Really, I am.  I didn’t realize you were—” She started, talking over him until she actually saw him.  That’s when her jaw practically fell off.  She was looking at a man more attractive than she’d ever seen back home.  Unfortunately for him, her eyes had cut off her words just in time to hear him say he thought she had something he wanted.  Well, it might have been unfortunate…if Shailene had any clue about flirting or men.  Instead, Shailene just got very confused and cocked her head in an attempt to figure out what he meant.

Although she didn’t have to wait long for him to explain, his question didn’t help her confusion much except to put her head back on straight. “Sir,” the green-clad brunette began slowly.  “I’m not sure what you mean.  Weren’t you aware when you booked a room that we’re in a dead zone?”  As a member of the medical staff at the hotel, Shailene hadn’t paid much attention to the brochure but she could have sworn she’d seen something mentioning the fact that Caravanserai had no access to communication outside the hotel the one time she had actually looked.  Even communication across the hotel itself was very difficult as only certain members of the hotel had been provided with walkie-talkies.  One of the drawbacks of living at the hotel, or even visiting it, was that the place was so far away from the nearest access point providing any kind of connection that it didn’t reach.

“If you want, I can check when the next tour group to the town sets out.” She began to say before two more people more beautiful than Shailene had ever expected to be realistically possible approached. ‘Gods!  Were all rich people just dunked in a tank of Beautification magic?!?’ Her brain screamed at her before she noticed William, one of the men she worked with on the medical staff.  He, like practically everyone else Caravanserai employed also had amazingly good looks so she had to mentally correct herself. ‘Nope, just everyone who ever seems to stay at this grand hotel.  Fuck!’

As a doctor, Shai had never had a patient interrupt her while she was dealing with another patient…but this was not her office where she had people to handle the patients waiting for her attention.  This was a totally different ballgame that the Native American descendant was not prepared to handle.  “Absolutely!”  She started before directing their attention to the gentleman she’d already been speaking with. “Just as soon as I’m finished helping this fine gentleman, I will be right with you ladies.  Unless you’re looking for something to eat.  In that case, I can get someone else to help you out right away.”  She wasn’t sure if this was the right way to handle it but she decided it would have to do unless they had a problem with it.  With that, Shailene attempted to turn her attention back to the handsome man who had approached her first but now her eyes kept drifting back to the girls, nervous that they might get upset with her.

[Peripherie]

Name: Everett Oliver Steele
Date | Time: June 16, a little after the start of the event
Wearing: Green teeshirt with a slightly darker cardigan, jeans, and black sneakers; contacts tonight
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Shailene, mentioning Tori and Elizabeth, Open

When was the last time Everett had been around people so well dressed and to be blunt, drop-dead gorgeous? He had obviously startled the lovely woman but her short pause in answering him gave his eyes time to take in the full picture of beauty and grace before him. The curve of her dresses' neckline dared his eyes to follow it and he soon found himself staring, so much that he practically gave himself whiplash to force his gaze back upwards. A blush formed on his cheeks as she began to answer him and he felt blessed to being close to getting the access he craved. Nah, not an internet addict, not in the least. It was just a necessity for his job and while he was technically 'on a break' his new employers had been the one to set up this trip for him and surely they would still want him to check in on his apps and projects.

"... in a dead zone?"

Or not. "Oh, err, of course. I guess I was just hoping that was outdated information." Everett's voice cracked and wobbled as his stomach currently occupied space in his throat. He ran his hand along the back of his neck as the pink of his previous blush paled quickly. No internet - no apps, no pandora, no access to his kindle library. His brain went 'blue screen' for a moment at the same time that two other women came up and asked to chat with the lady he was speaking to. He blinked and licked at suddenly dry lips as she spoke to them. He focused his attention on her eyes. There was something about the hue of her dress that offset their depths and he could honestly say they sparkled. 

She had mentioned something about getting a signal when the tour group goes out to another town but Everett couldn't even think that far out at the moment - he was just trying to remember to breathe. He nodded perhaps a little too enthusiastically. "Oh, well, thank you. No need to follow up for me but I really appreciate you letting me know. Couldn't hurt to check." He took a shaky step back and held his hands up to all three beauties before him. "No, please, don't let me intrude." There was that grin again. He was screaming internally but hopefully, it didn't seem visible in the darkened room. As he started to walk away he turned to address his lovely helper in green a last time. "Ah, and that dress really suits you... well." He tripped on his words at the same time his foot stumbled over something that wasn't even there as he headed for the bar.

Another cider and he made his way into the empty Game Room. Everett plopped down in an empty chair and tried to breathe normally again. "Fuck!" He mumbled, eyeing the door in hopes no one heard him. A sip of alcohol only had his thoughts swimming. His bosses had to know, right? He absently grabbed at a Cards Against Humanity deck and began to read, just to try and focus on something other than his rampaging heart rate. The first card he read contained the phrase, "a gnawing sense of dread." Great.

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Open, mentioning just about everybody

Becky took a deep gulp of her drink, but as she did she heard an expression of dismay that caused her to glance over. The really cute guy in the green sweater had someone managed to get away from the ladies, which meant someone wasn't doing their job in Becky's mind, and gone off by himself. From the sound of what he was saying he was having an even worse day than Becky was! "Oh." She said, her natural instinct to worry about others in distress stifling her own broken heart for the moment.

She blinked, wondering if she should go see what his problem was. But then again she figured, it was likely his problem was that women kept bugging him. Feeling a bit down about herself at the moment, she decided she wouldn't add to his woes just yet. Besides, he was over in the Game Room which seemed more like Elizabeth's territory. Oh wait. He was a guy, which wasn't at all Elizabeth's territory. But it wasn't really Becky's either. But then again she had had a few...

Just as she was about to make her him on weather to go over there or not, the commotion of a new arrival made her turn her head the other way. In walked a woman in an absolutely incredible dress, with decidedly clashing bright pink almost metallic shoes that said she was in the mood to be fierce and sexy at the same time. Or at least that's how Becky read the outfit. She felt a momentary burst of doubt in her own casual attire, wondering if she should have worn something sexy too...she gulped and glanced back as she realized she was staring.

She blew air between her lips hard as she pondered her situation. Tori, the woman who she thought she had a connection with had bounced off to chase after the admittedly hot beyond words woman in the green dress (the only woman in a green dress Becky had noted actually) and so that was one thing, then she was there with Elizabeth, who Becky had not even successfully hit on when she'd tried but seemed to have fallen into a comfy sort of friendship with, and then there was Apollo who was also hot as fuck but who she just didn't seem to quite vibe exactly with, there was Joseph who she'd kissed what seemed like ages ago, William who had been a complete jerk to her, and of course all these new hotties that had her feeling all sorts of nonsense. And then of course Breezy was nowhere to be seen!

Sober Becky couldn't handle this.

Time to turn things over.

"Excuse me." She waved at the bartender and tapped her glass. Time for Drunk Becky to take the wheel.

[BareBeholder]

Name: Carter Crestwood
Date | Time: Around 9pm
Wearing: Green of Cluelessness
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Awkwardly Open

It wasn't really this great accomplishment but Carter couldn't help the small swell of pride forming. Leaving his room on day one was something he was pretty embarrassed to call a 'feat' but this was something powerful. The small rush of adrenaline and confidence was channeled so he could easily step foot into the raving club. It was new territory for him, he has never personally been a part of the night club scene so he really had no idea what he was in for. Movies did really paint a fitting picture though; Large dark space, flashing lights, almost everyone positively vibing around. The music seemed never ending while it drowned out almost all conversation closer to the dance floor.

With a quick skim around the club he was thankful for his recall memory, there was indeed a dress code though it seemed to be mostly yellow. Carter stood awkwardly near the entrance, now taking his time to gather in the scene before figuring out his next move. There were so many different types of styles that it was a bit overwhelming. There were men in suits and some women in very exquisite gowns but at the same gathering, people in simple street clothes. So the dress code goes as far as just color. Easing into this idea, he felt a bit more calm. His way of dressing was one of the first noticeable tells of his social status. He never really had a sense for fashion but enjoyed the idea of it.

After mentally shaking himself back to the club, he spotted the bar. A nice cold beer in my hands will do. Silently slipping between groups of people engaged in their own conversations, carter found himself at the bar.

[Peripherie]

Name: Everett Oliver Steele
Date | Time: June 16, 9-ish
Wearing: Green teeshirt with a slightly darker cardigan, jeans, and black sneakers; contacts tonight
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Carter, mentioning Joseph and Barb, Open

The music went on for a while, and Everett allowed his mind to be filled with beats and bass. It seemed like just a few moments, but he blinked, and soon, his cider was empty, and the whole CAH deck was in a messy pile on the table next to him. He had one card left in his hand and brought it up to his eyes - damn contacts - and read, 'I drink to forget...'.

"Wise words... sounds good to me." He stood up with a slight wobble that he turned in to a stretch. He shouldn't get another drink, right? He wasn't that much of a drinker. The last time he had spent much time at a place with a bar was when his app hit the big time, and his current company offered to buy him out as owner. That had been a blurry mess. Actually, it was that event where he had agreed to take a job as a developer with the stipulation of going on paid vacation first. Most of the rest of the night was fuzzy until he had to pay a might sum to get an Uber home. At least here at Caravanserai, he could just stumble upstairs if things got out of hand.

He attempted to organize the deck of cards back into some kind of useable fashion, but his organizational powers failed him. Obviously more alcohol would be beneficial. Everett walked from the game area and headed back into the dark and hopping night club with his destination the bar. There were quite a few men and women already there - either enjoying drinks or waiting to be served. He would soon be in line for the later. Just like the lovely lady he had embarrassed himself around earlier, there was a man and a woman in full stylish dress. The green suit was a bold choice, but it seemed to fit the man with an air of the past about him. And the woman in the long yellow dress was a knockout! He looked down at his jeans and teeshirt. A cardigan, really? He felt both underdressed and old, all at the same moment. Reaching a barstool next to another man who was thankfully dressed a bit more casually like himself - Everett took a moment to pull off his cardigan and drop it over the stool re sitting down. He flexed and rolled his shoulders as the air hit his bare forearms and made him feel a little less stuffy.

He settled and grabbed the 'on tap' list to see if he should try something new. Sitting so close to the slightly shorter man, he felt obligated to say something -  he certainly couldn't hide all his attention on his phone now, could he? "I think you had it right." Everett tilted his chin towards the man's uncovered arms. "No sleeve was a good choice." He flipped the beer menu and kept talking as he read down the list. "A cardigan in a night club.... what the hell was I thinking?"

[RedPhoenix]

Name: Becky Washington
Date | Time: June 16, 9 pm
Wearing: Sunny Yellow
Location: Hynoptic Night Club
Tagging: Everett, Carter, Open

Becky took a drink, like popeye eating spinach, hoping to activate the powers of drunk Becky. It wasn't working yet. Sometimes it took more. Besides, this was only her second drink.

But, still, she spotted something and a terrible great idea occurred! The cute guy who seemed sad didn't need his sweater. He'd taken it off and was bad mouthing it. Becky frowned. It seemed a perfectly fine sweater. Also it was green. She glanced again at the lady in green with all the attention. Then back at the sweater. Yes. This was a horrible great idea!

Hopping off her seat she strode happily on her sneakers up to Everett and leaned in over him all up in his space out of nowhere. "Hey!" She said. "I'm Becky. Can I borrow your sweater?" She eyed it hopefully.

Well, if that didn't work what possibly could?

She realized she was interrupting a conversation, too late to not interrupt it, she waved around Everett to Carter. "Hey!" She said brightly.

[BareBeholder]

Name: Carter Crestwood
Date | Time: June 16th, a little after 9pm
Wearing: Pictured, still clueless as to what colors mean
Location: Bar in Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Stranger(Everett) and Becky -Open-

Not long after reaching a seat as far from others he could find, he placed an order for a beer. "The most recommended, please." He tried to shout over the music so the bartender could hear him, repeating himself was something he largely wanted to avoid. While waiting patiently for his bit of courage to arrive, he fiddled with the bar menu, aligning it to the bar's edge perfectly. A man approached the seat to his right, voiding Carters idea of having a silent corner to sit in to gather himself before attempting to meet others. Carter shifted his legs in attempt to get a bit more comfortable. He had to remind himself it was his choice to come to a gathering where small talk and letting loose was expected of you and being anti-social was only contradicting his commitments. His gaze seemed to be out of his control momentarily, he couldn't help but follow the movement of the stranger as they took off a layer, now only in a casual tee shirt with sleeves slightly rolled revealing more of his fit arms. Beer was placed in front of him, helping him pull his gaze away from the insouciant stranger. Before he was fully aware of what happened the bartender turned and helped the next patron. Not being fast enough to thank them, he pulled out a twenty dollar bill, slightly hesitated Do they accept American currency here? then placed it between two overturned cups closest to the bartender. 

Carter looked at his own arms after the man claimed the choice of wardrobe Carter had was a correct pick. He was a bit thrown off, he had no intentions of fitting in but he had somehow accomplished just that. He really didn't know how to respond to that or which direction to take it, he wanted to compliment the stranger on how well he pulled said cardigan off, literally and figuratively but decided that was too blunt a choice to peruse. "Luckily, I was already wearing one of the colors the club allowed when I was told about this place." He grabbed for his beer and took a deep drink, hoping the jet lag would add to his intolerance and quickly take him to a buzz. He didn't need alcohol to engage, but it did help silence the nagging voice of anxiety, though, it seemed to naturally go to a faint whisper while sitting in the stranger's presence. He set his glass down and reached towards the man, extending his hand for an introduction, but before he was able to state his name, a very shapely woman joined in with such an air of casualty that it further eased Carter. He had forgotten how warm and easy going people tended to be in a vacation setting, social formalities almost ceased to exist. Why he was expecting up tight business conversations to be the only thing on the agenda was now beyond his own comprehension.

He chuckled at the woman, Becky, who so casually introduced herself and very promptly asked for the sweater of a stranger. Well, Carter wasn't too sure if Becky would consider this man a stranger, she seemed easy going as if they had been friends for years, but at the same time did feel the need to share her name. Her bright personality seemed to be embodied in the brightness of her yellow shirt. He leaned toward the two to make it easier for them to hear, "Hi, the name is Carter". He wasn't a very loud person, never had the need to speak loudly but he wasn't going to let that be a barrier tonight, or the fact that he wasn't the best at introducing himself... Spotting an easy topic, he raised his glass, "Love truly is, everything. Passion drives us all." He smiled at the two, hoping to cheers to that.

[Gannameade]

 

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



William was playing good server, he saw Becky at the bar and even though he probably came off rather poorly.  He still felt the need to apologize but given the fact that it was from what he saw her second drink going into her third maybe…not that he was one to judge…but it might not be the time to beg her forgiveness.  Not that he would ask for a date, but at least they could be on talking terms and not have her avoid him like that plague. 

He was moving around then in walked…’Damn! Whoa Momma!’  He wasn’t expected what he saw and even as he turned his head to the side he found himself approaching her almost absently.  He checked on where Shailene was to make sure she was ok  But he was now standing in front of the lush woman in the yellow dress.  He smirked with as relaxed smile.  “Well I have to say you look positively amazing in that dress.  I love the way it is wearing you!  But since I can’t admire you all night without getting in trouble…can I get you something to drink?  Maybe you can give me you name in return?”  He said with a polite bow and a focused gaze into her eyes.

[Peripherie]

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

Everyone was so friendly in his place. And, to his great surprise, so seemed to be Everett. His hand was halfway outstretched to shake the other guy's hand when the bubbly lady in the yellow shirt, who quickly identified herself as Becky popped up between them. "Hell- oh, hi there." He had to smile and shift a little to accommodate her space without tipping over or having her in his lap. Not that it was an off-putting thought. But he was generally a go-along-to-get-along kind of man, and it meant even his subconscious movements were often overly accommodating. "My sw..? Oh, well, sure!" He had to shift a little closer back towards the other man as he balanced his weight on one thigh to dislodge his cardigan from his seat. Settling back and finally getting his order of a craft beer from the bartender, he handed the green garment over to Becky. "Might be a tad big on ya, but it is nice and comfy. I would like to get it back but no rush." It was his favorite thing to wear in the office when he was working late and got a chill. Just one more of those comforting certainties that he held onto - just like his phone and apps.

Guess many things were changing for him on this trip. Becky turned her attention back to the man and Everett quickly remember that they were in the middle of introductions. He wiped his hand on his thigh before extending it again, but it looked like they were a bit beyond that now. He awkwardly tucked it back around his beer. "Becky, Carter - nice to meet you folks. I'm Everett." His level of tipsiness and perhaps the close quarters sent a blush to his cheeks at Carter's mention of love as a toast. He raised his bottle in an attempt to join in and perhaps hide his reddened face.

"Yes, to love and passion!" Everett took a long chug and tried to hide his tiny bit of uncomfortable shift in his hips. At his age, it was awkward to realize he hadn't had too much experience with either. Oh great, tipsy Everett was falling back into melancholy mode. Where were those CAH cards when he needed them?

Perhaps it was the alcohol that loosened his lips or the general frivolity of the event and those around him, but he asked the burning question on his mind. "So ... this color event? I've never been to something like this." Or really much of any kind of social event beyond just going to a barbeque or tailgate. "What's the endgame?"

[Gannameade]

 

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



   Apollo couldn't help but watch as Becky came back but she didn't come back by him.  So apparently she seems to be out of it, but he now allowed her to do her thing and just hope she knew what she was doing.  For now he was just admiring and watching the flow of the room. 

He was glad that she was having fun.  Elizabeth had found someone and she was smiling.  His eyes turned to the dark haired woman, he noticed she was surrounded and those that were moving in her direction was nice to be that flavor.  He ordered another drink and just watched the party play out as well.

[RedPhoenix]

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

"Hey Carter." Becky said back to him with a casual wave. She didn't join in his toast to love. She was not in the mood where love was everything. Or even any thing. Barely a thing really, that's all love was. But this green sweater, now, that was something useful!

"Thanks!" She said brightly. She started to move away, then grinned and impulsively leaned in and kissed the cute man on the cheek. Giving him a wiggly-fingered wave she grabbed her bag from under the bar and hop-skipped over to the bathroom.

When she emerged, the yellow top was gone into her bag and the green sweater had been done up in a rather unintended way. Through the secrets of yes-I-was-in-a-sorority magic it was done up by a few of the buttons over Becky's boobs, tucked here and there into a shape that more resembled an oddly long sleeved halter top rather than an actual sweater, and pulled in all snug around her. This left most of her mid-section bare and left her top very very green.

"That's better." The now green-means-go Becky said to herself as she looked over the crowd, wondering where she could fit in now.

[taurinekitten]

Name: Phoebe De'Makis
Date | Time: June 16th | Sometime after 9
Wearing: Deep forest green dress
Location: Hypnotic Night Club, Entering
Tagging: Open


Phoebe exited onto the lower floor, making her way to the line for the club. She ran her hands through her long dark hair once more, feeling the thick loose curls bounce off her slender shoulders. Her first attempt at entry she had been met with a special color coded dress code theme for the evening. Interesting, she mused to herself. Thankfully one too many connecting flights had allowed her the opportunity to spend some of that newly acquired lotto money. Granted she'd only been given a percentage of it to start, she'd find a lawyer eventually and hash out the legalities and stipulations of it all. At the moment the only thing she wanted to think about was dancing - and drinking. So back to her room she trekked for more color appropriate attire. 

First temptation had been to play it safe and go with red, perhaps even a little risque with yellow. But the mini bar worth of tiny alcohol bottles provided during her flight had briefly lowered her inhibitions and stirred a need to have some fun deep from within her. So she went with green. A deep forest green knit dress that flowed just above her knees into a skater skirt. A web of straps danced across her back to connect in the front into a plunging neckline. A blush had initially crossed her face upon first glance in the mirror. When's the last time I've dressed up? She thought, amused. Between the short skirt and the long heels of her matching green shoes - her legs looked miles long. The olive complexion of her skin a testament to the time she'd spent out in the sun recently. Her neck and wrists sparkled and jingled with silver.  Finally a touch of makeup, dark eyes with a fierce red lipstick, one more long stare into the mirror and she was ready to greet the nightlife.

Now standing in line she felt a familiar feeling of panic creep through her. Knock it off Pheb, she whispered under her breath. Mentally she kicked herself in the butt and straightened her back. This was an escape. A fresh start. Whatever the hell you wanted to call it, it was something new. And as frightening as that was, it also came with a sense of excitement. She'd fled as far as she could think to, chucking her phone before departure. Hell, it wasn't like she had anyone worth calling or keeping in contact with. Not with Carson gone. Carson. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed away any tears that tried to form. Not tonight. Eventually she'd allow herself to grieve the loss of her brother, but for now she wanted to push any thoughts of her former life behind her. He was gone and she was here. And she was rich. Something she'd only ever dreamed about tucked away within the walls of homes that were never hers.

Finally through the doors, she could feel the pull of the music to her hips. Dance floor or drink? While another drink was a tempting idea - she needed to move. The idle waiting of the line had her body buzzing and she needed to cut loose. Her hips swayed and the rhythm climbed up through her chest, her arms stretching up, hands clasping above her head. All at once she felt herself let go. Her body expressing all the feelings she'd kept walled up inside. She could feel the other bodies of fellow patrons around her moving and shuffling to the music but she kept her eyes firmly shut as she danced. This song is for me, she told herself.

[BareBeholder]

Name: Carter Crestwood
Date | Time: June 16th, a little after 9pm
Wearing: Pictured, still clueless as to what colors mean
Location: Bar in Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Everett and Becky -Open-

Oh no Carter stiffened in the awkward air- Becky wasn't joining in on the toast and he caught a slight blush creep across Everett's face. Carter's mind was sent into analytical overdrive. What did I say? What's wrong with love and passion. Was it too broad a statement? He flipped through his mind, logically trying to reason out the situation. Coming home at the end of a day, reading a good book, being with his great Dane Brutus, all things that beckoned the emotion of love. Love is everything. He repeated in his own head. It's what he looked forward to, it was the best emotion to have... Diving deep into a conversation, getting lost in a painting, being inspired by a string of musical notes, efforts rewarded by completing a project. Passion drives us all. He couldn't figure out where he went wrong, where the mistake was made or what caused these reactions...and to think he played it safe by simply quoting a shirt. That nasty, nagging whisper was now screaming, telling him to clear the air or to- he quickly looked toward the entrance, catching focus on the dimly lit exit sign.

Becky's sudden movement called his attention back to the moment. A kiss was placed on Everett's now non-blushed cheek followed by, what Carter interpreted, a friendly flirtatious wave and left; And just like that, as mysteriously as she arrived, she was gone. Before he was able to think on his actions, he quietly called after her, "Alright... bye." He couldn't help but be confused and feel somewhat hurt by the lack of goodbyes. It was his turn to redden, replaying what just happened. How awkward he must've looked just now.

Everett had a similarly inquisitive outlook on this event and it immediately pulled Carter out of his snowballing panic. "You know, I could only guess." He took a sip of his beer and quickly blurted out his first idea, "Maybe it's like a team event thing. Like whichever color is worn by the most people, wins." A smile formed as one of his favorite book series came to mind. House points. If only there was Blue. The smile turned to a chuckle, very few people his age and older would pick up on that thought, so he kept it to himself. "I think we might be in the lead, after you helped convert a yellow." He wondered what the prize would be for the 'endgame', for the competitive spirit, winning alone is prize enough.

[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: freaking everyone, open.


While waiting for Victoria to talk to the tall, intimidatingly attractive lady, Elizabeth idly glanced around the club to people watch.

Still the people she's already thinking of as 'the regular faces', Apollo, Becky, Tori, GreenSuitDude... And some staff.

Nerd boy number one was new... As is the blonde lady in the amazing yellow dress. That color choice said 'maybe' but the amount of leg and cleavage revealed by the garment was promising that any effort spent on the blonde was worth it. The shoes, however, seemed questionable.

Nerd boy number two... Seemed like Elizabeth would have company in the game room  being as lame as her, later.

Oh Goddess, DrunkBecky was back.... Hopefully those fireworks were kept to a minimum.

And finally, another dark haired lady that strongly reminded Elizabeth of Victoria. What a crowd! And it was early yet

[Gannameade]

 

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



With Shailene surrounded and Becky doing what Becky did... 'Nice (green) sweater.'  He thought watching as she came back from the bathroom it seems.  He looked at the door and moved to at least escort the green dress wearing olive complexioned woman into the room.  He stood finishing his most recent drink, she seemed to have a lot on her mind from the looks of it.  The slightly watered eyes gripped his attention.  He leaned in.  "Do you need some liquid courage too?  I would be more than happy to join you and escort you through this chaos we call a party?"  He said letting his deep voice caress over her briefly.

"I am Apollo and this vision of loveliness would be calling herself?"  He said asking her name in hopefully a different way.

[taurinekitten]

Name: Phoebe De'Makis
Date | Time: June 16th | Sometime after 9
Wearing: Deep forest green dress
Location: Hypnotic Night Club, Entering
Tagging: Apollo, Open

"Phoebe", she said smiling to him hoping she'd spoken loud enough for him to hear. She wondered briefly if she was supposed to offer a handshake, a hug? For a moment her mind wandered to movies where the wealthy would lean in and offer kisses on the cheeks, but that seemed far too forward and unlike her style. So instead she pulled her right hand up and ran her fingers through her hair nervously.

Even with the loud atmosphere around them his deep voice caused ripples through her. Her icy blue eyes looked up to his face, the smile on her face spreading to light up her eyes at the offer of a drink. "Did you mention something about liquid courage? I think I could use a bit of that right about now." She chuckled and let her eyes wander for a moment to area around them. The place was intoxicating, the bodies - the sweat, the pheromones spreading like a blanket that enveloped everyone. Predator, prey. Willing, not. Ready, eager. The faces of the crowd matched the intentions behind the colors they wore. Had she made too risque of a choice going with green? She supposed she'd have to see where the night led her.

Feeling suddenly forward and bold - she winked to her new companion, "What's good to drink around here? And what's going to get you on the dance floor with me?"

[Gannameade]

 

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



Apollo heard her name and smirked, seems like his parents weren't the only ones into Greek myths.  He took her hand and kissed it like some dark prince.  "It is my pleasure to meet you Phoebe."  He took her hand in his own as he looked down upon her. 

He gazed into her lovely azure eyes and enjoyed the smile threatening to engulf her features.  "You shouldn't need it but come on, we can definitely get you some.  Its ok relax...I don't bite...hard."  He licked his lips light moving with her through the light assembly.

He smirked when she winked at him.  "Order what you want, I am drinking something brown, something fruity is next.  The bartender is pretty good and not much you can ask for that he doesn't know how to make."  He said loud enough for her to hear him without appearing to be shouting.  He wasn't bold enough to caress her ear, this wasn't that kind of party yet.  But....  "That green is wearing you well.  You want me on the dance floor with you...I am sure someone as lovely as yourself knows how to make that happen."  He returned the wink before leaning in, his voice above a whisper so now it would be just that.  "Ask...or just take me!"  He said letting her take that however she wanted.

[taurinekitten]

Name: Phoebe De'Makis
Date | Time: June 16th | Sometime after 9
Wearing: Deep forest green dress
Location: Hypnotic Night Club, the bar
Tagging: Apollo, Open

Phoebe bit down innocently on her bottom lip realizing she'd held onto his hand longer then she intended. Don't just stand there! She told herself. But before she could do anything his breath touched ever so gently across her skin as he leaned in to whisper to her. Closing her eyes she inhaled deeply, taking in his scent and letting the touch of his skin allow her mind to wander. One day here and you're already undressing this Greek God namesake with your eyes. Letting her fingers trace across his palm, she squeezed his hand a bit more firmly and pulled him towards the bar. "When in Rome..." she whispered under her breath.

Once able to catch the attention of a bartender Phoebe orders herself a screwdriver and looks to Apollo to see if he's ready for another drink yet.

While waiting for their drinks, she makes an attempt at more conversation. "Is it business or pleasure that brings you to a place like this?" Once given her drink she swirled the straw around before taking a large gulp. Perhaps she didn't need any liquid courage tonight, perhaps she just needed to follow her libido. After a nod to his answer to her question and a final swig of her drink and she was ready to go again. 

Taking his hand in hers once more she pulled him through the mass of bodies before stopping in a spot that felt right. She pulled his body close to hers and let her lips caress across his cheek before whispering into his ear, "Show me what you've got oh God of dance and music". With a grin she wrapped her arms around his neck and let the music flow once again through her body.

[Gannameade]

 

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



He walked with her escorting her to the bar.  He didn’t mind that she held him tightly, he would have wrapped his arm around her, but that would have been extremely forward at this point.  He drew in her scent and felt his nose graze her ear for the briefest of moments.  He felt her finger move over him palm, making his chest rise and fall with and wanderlust that seemed to make this moment all the worth it.  Before he knew it, he was behind her and she was pulling him towards the bar.

“sex on the beach!”  It was a fruit drink time.  He would have ordered a slow comfortable screw but that would have been too forward…the other drink wasn’t much better. 

“A bit of both, my business told me to get out of town for a few weeks.  So it would be pleasure for the most part.  You?”  He asked he thought that he might have.  When he drank his drink watching her drink her.  He took in all that was Phoebe.

He felt her hand once more take his own and he raised an eyebrow.  “You keep this mu my mistress of the dark and people are going to think we belong together.”  He leaned forward his forehead to her own so she alone could hear him, once they reached the dance floor he moved with and let the rhythm and motion take him and her beside.  “How much time do you have for me to show you, sweets?”

[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, mentioning Becky, Open

Where did that kiss come from? Everett's brain shorted out for a second as the world both slowed and spun around him. He had been told by some in the past that he was good-looking. And, sure, it was flattering. But he had never really had an air about him that allowed him to capitalize on it. More often than not it was something that other people tried to take advantage of. But never quite like this - just a quick smooch from a near-stranger who was then soon gone. It didn't quite compute in his data-driven world view. What was accomplished however was that his small blush turned into a four-alarm fire on his face.

"Well... alright, that was a thing." He turned back to see Carter seemingly just as flushed but for perhaps a less embarrassing reason. Everett took another long sip of his beer. He never drank this much and it showed in how his normally excellent poster started to falter.

"Like whichever color is worn by the most people, wins." Perhaps it was the atmosphere, the company, the booze, or a mix of the three but Carter's answer was damn funny. It made his head swirl to all kinds of team type scenarios. And he did seem to have added a 'point' or so to their side. For some reason, being on a team that also included Carter sat fairly well in his gut. Everett relaxed and let a sigh, his fidgeting and rosy complexion finally settling.

"Maybe we will win the Hotel Cup." Thinking himself to either be quite witty or borderline drunk, Everett let a tiny bit of his own nerdiness slip out in reference. He grinned towards the man next to him and was suddenly glad he had left the sanctity of the game room. Perhaps this would turn into a nice, embarrassment and drama free, chill event after all.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Alexandrena Kensington
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:00
Wearing: THis outfit with the top in this shade of red with a black choker and hair and makeup like this
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Everett Oliver Steele, mentioning Carter Crestwood, Chris (Deandre) Marshall, Becky Washington OPEN!

"Stoplight party?"  Alexandrena had asked to no one in particular when she noticed the event calendar on the receptionist's desk earlier that day.  "Why didn't anyone invite me?"  Normally, Ren would have looked at Chris for an answer but today but after she'd decided to slip out of his watch and give him a day off, there really wasn't anyone she could demand answers out of aside from the poor hotel worker who had happened to be standing at the front desk when the storm that was the blonde heiress blew through.  After the poor girl explained that a flyer should have been sent to the room, she couldn't get a word in edgewise with Ren's ranting which ended with her storming off to her room to get ready.

After having not seen Chris for hours, Ren assumed she was going to find him relaxing in their hotel room but that was an incorrect assumption as the room was empty when she walked in.  Having no one there didn't stop the entitled heiress's ranting, however.  Instead, she just ranted to herself about the incompetent staff who couldn't do their jobs right as she threw clothes all over the room looking for something perfect to wear.  She accused the staff of purposefully keeping the flyer from making it to her room as she held up outfit after outfit, throwing each one on the floor when she decided not to wear it until she came across a leather skirt that just barely covered her entire ass and a red top that accentuated her lovely ladies but still promised to hold them in while she danced.  As she changed and did her makeup, Ren's rants turned away from the Caravanserai employees and made their way to her own family's employees, specifically the one they had hired to protect her...and keep her name out of the paparazzi's damned articles.  She couldn't believe that even after she was ready and leaving to head to the Stoplight Party, he still hadn't found her.

That was it, she decided as she passed the sorry excuses Caravanserai had for security at the entrance to the party.  She wasn't going to stay angry or let lousy staff or a MIA bodyguard ruin her night.  She was gonna have a good night and as soon as she looked at the bar, she decided exactly how that was going to happen.

"Bartender!"  The blonde called as soon as she approached the bar shortly after Becky traipsed away without having seen the girl who had tried to steal Chris from her at the first party after Caravanserai opened.  If she had, everything would have been different.  As it was..."Two shots of your finest."  Alexandrena ordered with her signature 'bartender' smile and impulsively pushing her chest out to draw attention to her ladies.  After receiving her shots and drinking them like they were nothing, she turned to the two gentlemen next to her, a flirtatious smile dancing across her lips as her arms wrapped themselves lightly on top of Everett's shoulders.  "And I wasn't just talking about the drinks."

Looking over to Carter, Alex leaned closer to Everett, nearly laying her head on his shoulder as her ass stuck out, a move she had done many times to unsuspecting men in the past shortly before the would have to deal with Chris.  "You don't mind if I borrow your friend here for a couple dances, do you?"  Without giving the boy a chance to respond, Ren blew a kiss to him and answered for him, sliding her arms down so she could grab Everett by the wrist.  "Thanks, handsome.  I knew you wouldn't."  Then she started pulling gently on Everett's wrist with a grip that let him know she wasn't going to take 'No.' for an answer.

[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.

[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 felt her body close to his own.  He moved to caress her own hand in his.  He was looking forward to touching her more, but despite his own green…willing outfit he was still wondering could he handle just throwing caution to the wind and her being able to let this be their time in paradise and could he handle it as well. He was looking forward to getting her in his arms even more…tonight.  He looked down at her and caressed her cheek.  His own lips grazed hers as he looked into her eyes.

He moved into the elevator behind her.  He noticed they were in the elevator alone, he suddenly found himself pressed up against the back wall.  This time when she kissed him, her firm rump was in his large dark hands as he lifted her up and pulled her into him, claiming her lips in a wanton hungry kiss.  She teased his lips and he felt her body pressed to his own as he easily lifted her up in his strong arms.  He felt the air being taken from him and he didn’t need to breathe right now, he just needed here.  He felt their tongues duel and he was not sure if he could lose this battle tonight. He heard the elevator signal their stop and the door opened.  He didn’t tell her his floor…but it was.  He carried her out just to make sure they got off.  He didn’t know her room number, but he knew his.  He lowered her back to the ground as she moved back some.

“Fair enough, I will be there in five.  If you get lost…my room is at the end of the hallway on the left.” He spoke easily he moved to admire the view, before he took off to his own room and he moved to get changed and went to the rooftop pool to wait for her.  He didn’t think they would be crowded out but who knew.  Did he care as long as he was with her?  Probably not!

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Alexandrena Kensington
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:00
Wearing: THis outfit with the top in this shade of red with a black choker and hair and makeup like this
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Everett Oliver Steele, mentioning Carter Crestwood (Mentioned), OPEN!
It hadn't taken long for Ren to start feeling the beat, something that showed in the way her body moved.  But she was used to being on a dance floor.  She was used to the way the bass blared throughout a club making it nearly impossible to hear a word anyone else was saying, or even what you were thinking.  She was used to the way the lights tried to blind a person using a mix of flashes and darkness.  She was even used to dancing in such crowded spaces that you barely had a square foot of space before you were bumping into the next couple over.  She was even used to being pressed up so close to a man's body that she could feel the beat of his heart in his chest, the excitement of parts he had little control over, and the beads of sweat that were bound to show up packed so tightly together with a beautiful woman.

However, sweeping this man to the dance floor was a lot different than the hoards of boys she'd done the same thing to previously.  She could tell something was wrong.  His hands seemed hesitant to touch her as though she wasn't beautiful enough for him.  His attention was clearly focused elsewhere as though he was looking for something or someone he couldn't find.  His feet seemed to keep trying to move him further from her as though he would rather be anywhere else with anyone else.  At first, Ren just chalked it up to him being nervous about dancing or about a woman making the first move on him.  Then, she got close and his foot came down as if in reaction to the narrowed distance between them.

"What the fuck!"  Lexi screamed in a fit of pain, her head throwing itself back as her eyes squeezed tight and her body tensed.  Then she heard his apology and looked at him closer than she had before.  She recognized the panic in his hazel eyes that brought her back to the look she had seen in each of her brothers' eyes at one time or another.  She noticed the green shirt the color of the strong, ever-dependent earth and jeans, an outfit that was laid back and made her wonder if he'd even wanted to be here in the first place.  It wasn't his fault he wasn't paying attention to what he was doing.  Well, maybe that part of the situation actually was his fault but there was more to it than that.

"It's okay.  It's okay."  Ren said softly, almost to herself.  Then Ren did something she doubt he expected.  Although the music hadn't changed at all, she stood up, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against him.  Her lips moved close enough to his ear that she didn't have to scream for him to hear her.  "Look, it's okay.  Everyone can dance if they really try.  Just close your eyes.  Listen to the music.  Follow my lead.  And forget about anything else right now."  Then she started swaying left to right as though the song that was playing was slow and romantic.

"The name's Lexi."  She said even though he'd never asked for her name.  Of course it wasn't the name she would give people she planned on getting close to but this time, he had a chance to earn the real name.  That is, if he could answer a few questions honestly.  "I noticed you weren't paying attention to me at all.  Is it just women you have a hard time finding attractive or are you already in love with the man I stole you away from?"  She asked the first part of her question as though any man with a penis and any kind of interest in women would obviously find her attractive.  Even though she knew she had no chance with this guy, she didn't want anyone else to question her chances and preoccupied her right hand with playing with the man's hair.

[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 slowed to a small sway as they yelled to each other over the raucous music. "4 drinks? I think I would be beyond buzzed, not bored at that point." She laughed a little - admiring his tolerance more than making fun of it. "Speaking of...." She let her eyes roam over the large room before finding a staff member walking through with more glasses of alcohol. She reached a hand out to tug at the cuff of Joseph's sleeve to move both of them through the throngs of dancing towards her goal. "Err.. my article?" She stalled answering until she had another glass in hand. This time she tried to pace herself lest she becomes completely unprofessional. At least, not yet. "I tried to write, but couldn't find my voice. Talked to more people, but it didn't help. I don't know where I'm stuck. So... I decided to just get unstuck for a while." She raised her glass and took another small sip.

She looked around at all the drama going on throughout the room. Perhaps, like her, Joseph was just better at saying on the sidelines of such events instead of getting wrapped up in the middle of them. "So... why bored? What would you rather be doing?"

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Shailene Redbird
Date | Time: June 16 ||| 9pm
Wearing: This dress in green matching ||| these shoes ||| with this emerald jewelry set.  Makeup and hair is done like in the picture.
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: Everett Oliver Steele (Mentioning), Victoria "Tori" Valentine (Mentioning), Elizabeth (Mentioning) William (Mentioning), OPEN!
Shailene couldn't believe it.  As soon as the man in green approached, it seemed a whole mass of other people decided to start congregating at the snack table.  One of them in particular stood out to her.  She had been eager to talk when the handsome gentleman had been there but as soon as he left and Shailene could safely turn her attention to the women, the first seemed to become shy while the other one started talking to someone else but Shai didn't want to be nosy so she did her best to tune them out until they would actually address her, something she had become very good at over the years.  Unfortunately, as the woman stood there silently, Shailene could only wait and pass food out to those who asked for it.

Eventually, the snack table's gathering seemed to thin out and Shailene started to almost disappear into the wall behind her, watching as everyone flitted and mingled.  Even though she wanted to know what was going on around her, Shailene's attention kept being drawn to the dance floor where some crazy woman seemed to be taking advantage of the sweet gentleman she had spoken to earlier.  Even Shailene, could tell that the man didn't want to be there in the first place and had to wonder if the woman recognized that too.  Or did she just not care?  Either way, the doctor decided that someone needed to be the water that would put out the fire taking hold of the dance floor in a bad way.  It just wouldn't be her.  She had more desire to keep living than to douse that fire, even if it did leave the man in a sticky situation.

It was just as the man stepped on the blonde's foot that Shailene looked away, searching out the people she knew.  Whether he was just lost in the crowd or had really disappeared from the party, she couldn't find William but she did find her roommate and a few of the other medical staff who looked like they were having fun.  As much as this type of environment made the young woman uncomfortable, she still almost wished she could be out there, meeting and getting to know new people.  Although, right here was good.  Right here was safe.  She wasn't able to make a fool out of herself just standing behind the snack table and not talking to anyone, was she?

[LocusVonErich]

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


"Don't get me wrong...I'm pretty loosey and/or goosey, just not completely drunk." He said with a chuckle. "I'm losing control of my accent much more than I'd like." He admitted. Being dragged along, he would follow her off of the floor. He did do much better at the sidelines part than he did being in the midst of the crowd.

Once she answered his question, he pondered. "That's a shame. But maybe getting unstuck will help a bit. As to what I'd rather be doing...I'm not sure. I'm looking for trouble and not finding it. Have you ever heard of Hunter S. Thompson?"

[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

"Your accent?" She tilted her head as she sipped more of her drink. Slow down, Liv!  "Not sure you need to control it, it is nice to hear different kinds of voices." She was rambling as she couldn't help but tap her foot to the beat of the next song that came on. The music wasn't half bad when she wasn't pressed against a thumping speaker and bombarded with enough sound to make her ears sing. Olivia was starting to wonder what kind of trouble he was into. Really, what kind of mischief could you get into that wouldn't be generally allowed in a place that this? Graffiti? Tipping the camels? She couldn't help but laugh at that last internal joke, covering it up by taking another sip of her drink. She might need to revisit the concept of 'taking your time,' but to her defense, it was yummy alcohol. She was so absorbed in her daydream of making trouble that she almost didn't hear his question.

"What did you say? Hunter something? Oh yeah, didn't he invent... what was it called? Gorgonzola journalism?" She grinned and giggled outwardly at herself this time. "No, no, that's silly. Gonzo journalism, right?" Her buzzed brain dove deep into her memory of all the classes she had taken and textbooks she had read. "Are you suggesting that I try a first-person perspective for my time here? To help me get over my writer's block?" If that was the case, she might need to try a few more of the cocktail suggestions at the bar.

[LocusVonErich]

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


"You're right, maybe I shouldn't control it too much." He grabbed another drink for himself, still not a huge fan of how bittersweet club drinks were. He didn't mind that she had trailed off into space for a moment, wondering what exactly she could be thinking about.

"Exactly. This place is supposed to be an experience. The best way to capture it would be to detail your own experience, not everybody else's. Although, that's not to say that there isn't enough room for other people within your experience..." A slightly heavy handed attempt at flirting, but he felt no shame in it.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Chris Marshall
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing:See picture
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, arriving
Tagging: Alexandrena (m), Open
Thought Music:

Chris was going around for the day, he had been out trying to get his head together.  Seems his new lover was having ideas of her own and not sure what she wanted to do with herself.  Seems initially things were fine but he had perhaps read those signals wrong.  He wore red cause...he looked good in it.  Even though there was a yellow tank top underneath.  But he knew he at least wanted to go to the party, he assumed she had gone there after seeing the flyer. 

When he got back from his trying to find something she might like, it was a shot glass that had a ring in the bottom of it.  Not engagement but at least a promise ring till they got back home where he could ask her father properly and let her brother kill him in person verse verbally over the phone.  He didn't leave immediately cause the room was a mess and he couldn't stand it presently so it took him some time to clean up, even though it was quick afterward he headed to the Club there.

He wasn't at all happy with what he saw, he couldn't complain too much about her red outfit, but the playing with the strange dude's hair didn't sit well with him.  He looked around the place and he spotted Becky, he smirked.  She was with another attractive woman wearing yellow that looked.  Yeah, she was nice on the eyes as well.  The dark-haired woman that was moving with the platter in her hand was new he hadn't seen her before.  The violet haired woman caught his attention cause she was different.  There there was the redhead that was seemingly hiding by the wall.

Seems Lexi wanted to play, he couldn't pound the guy for her playing but he was going to just watch for a bit.  But he was going to stay out of her sight for a while and moved to get him a drink.  The light-skinned man holding the tray he spoke to.  "Whiskey Sour!"

"Gotcha player!?!?"  The man that would be later named William responded and moved away.  He looked like h had been looking at the dark-haired woman and the woman with Becky in the yellow dress.  'Good tastes.  On both counts.'  He thought to himself as he stepped more into the shadow.

[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

"Hmmm...." Liv seemed lost in thought, but the bubbles, the alcohol, and the beat of the music were causing her to lose track of her thoughts. She was perhaps on the outer edge of being buzzed at this point. She swayed her hips and tried to think of what kind of experiences she was missing to be able to write her best story.

"Well, I guess it would behoove me to find a guide to all the kinds of experiences that I should have here to add to my gonzo immersion experiment." She grinned and revealed in the way her dress swished against the skin of her legs. Yep, more than just tipsy. "But who could that be?" She grinned and took another small sip of the dangerous ambition-destroying cocktail in her tall flute glass.

She grinned and lightly poked Joseph on the flat panel of the lapel of his jacket. "What kind of trouble are you looking to get in to around here exactly?"

[LocusVonErich]

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

"I can't say I know exactly. I figured it would make sense if it were to find me...Though, I'd be glad to take whatever comes my way at this point." In truth, he wasn't exactly sure what the hell he was in search of, and he wasn't sure he would even find it.

But, of course, it would be in your best interests to have someone to guide you along, to feel what you feel, touch as you touch, et cetera." More heavy handed flirting, but after finishing drink number five, he no longer cared.

[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

"What's coming your way right now is a more drinking, more dancing" and then Liv gasped a little as her twirling and swaying encountered the two left feet of her inebriated state. She tripped and fell in against him, trying to recover quickly. "... and a drunk girl with purple hair." She laughed and did her best to right herself without too much embarrassment, but the distance between them was closed somewhat.

"Hmm... I wonder who would be able to guide me? Surely someone who had traveled all this way to a remote desert would have some amazing adventures in mind? Find buried treasure? Free a djinn? Skinny-dip?" She blushed at the last option wondering where that had come from - not from any far- off fairy tale, she could remember. She saved what has left of her already beet-red face and reputation but stepping away to start swaying again. Still close, still focused on him - this wasn't exactly what she thought would happen when she came to this party.

Feeling a little more of the bubbly coursing through her veins and heating her skin, Liv took a moment to pile her long, lavender strands on top of her head in a messy bun. She looked around for something to secure her hair and, then taking a long sweep back to Joseph, an idea formed. She slipped close, still swaying and letting her hair bunch but stay precariously sitting on her head. Reaching up, she moved her fingers up his chest to slowly undo his tie. "Don't mind me." Once finished, and quite proud of herself, she turned to secure the long piece of fabric around her hair till only a long tail was handing down her back.

[LocusVonErich]

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

"I should probably slow down on the drinking...as for dancing, I can live with that." He would make sure that she was somewhat stable, noting how she was already a bit wobbly. It was entertaining to watch in a way.

"Unfortunately, I don't see any magic lamps, and I think the staff would frown upon us being naked in the pool...though my bathtub is big enough for even me to swim in." He chuckled, exaggerating slightly about the size of his bathtub, slightly being the keyword.

Joseph couldn't help but to watch as she undid his tie, stealing it to tie back her hair. "I'm going to need that back at some point." He quipped. Why did it feel so hot in there all of a sudden?

[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

Slow down? She was just getting started! There was an increase in the tempo, and Liv attempted to match the beat with her hips - to her demise. She slowed abruptly and put her hand on her stomach. She wasn't about to be sick, but she had been ill enough after a good time to know when was when. "I think you are right. Time to ... get some water." Figuring that she had tugged his hand, and pulled his tie,  he might follow her off the dance floor as well - Liv did just that. She gave him a 'come on' wave as she exited the bump and grind before finding a small club table to lean against. She asked a passing waiter for a huge glass of H2O before settling back to calm down.

What had gotten into her? Was it the atmosphere, the drinks, or the company? She did seem to be responding slightly more to Joseph now than she had been the last time they interacted. But he seemed a bit more upbeat and comfortable now as well. "Want it back, huh?" She twirled the end of the tie between her fingers and mused. "I propose a trade. You get the tie back.. after you take me somewhere around the resort that I haven't been yet!"

When the staff member brought back her ice water, Liv acted like it was the most decadent of desserts. She took a long sip and sighed as she started to cool and feel better. Still less inhibited than normal it seemed like nothing to pull out an ice cube between her fingers and run it across her forehead with an 'Aaah.'

"What?" She eyed him before he could say anything. "Don't judge me! Here... see." She reached out with the intention to press the cold cube against the side of his neck for a moment. "You look like you need to cool down."

[LocusVonErich]

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

At her bidding, Joseph followed her from the dance floor to the bar. It felt nice to be out of the throng of people, as if he could stretch out and be himself again. Mind you, he was still a dynamically large presence, being such a tall figure. But, the floor had been constricting, he could hardly make room for himself.

Once at the bar, he watched her intently as she drank her water. Before he could respond to anything, he felt the cooling of the ice cube on his skin, feeling somewhat relieved. "Some place you haven't been, eh?" He began to ponder. For a moment, he was silent, trying to think of some place to go.

"I imagine a number of the facilities have been closed up for the night...I wonder if one of the movie theaters is open...maybe the infamous Red Room I've heard rumors about. There's also the rooftop pool...or we could have a nightcap in luxurious Quos Residential Suite Number Five...." He was mostly thinking out loud, not caring that he had basically invited her back to his suite in yet another obviously bad attempt at flirting.

[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

"Ooh, there's a movie theater?" She couldn't remember if she had noticed that in the resort advertisements and materials. Of course, she hadn't been looking at it from a 'guest' perspective then. It was a mundane and ordinary thing but really a nice addition to a far-from-everything getaway. Her journalist mind wondered if that was also a perk for the staff who were so far from home and from things to do on their downtime.

Liv checked her nonexistent watch and giggled, realizing two things at once - that it was late and that she was still tipsy, water or no. "You're right though that things may be closed now." She took another sip of water and tried to mull over the choices that he had mentioned. "The rooftop pool sounds nice but I have actually been up there."

He had mentioned the Red Room before and it made her blush. There was something naughty about the name and the way he said it that made her imagination run wild. "Oh, rumors? Do tell." She laughed as her finger tips played with his tie as it hung over her shoulder. "I am a journalist ya know... I need details before I can make an accurate judgement of where we should go." Her cheeks pinked up at her own flirtatious nature. Liv wasn't quite sure where this was going. But what did she have to lose? Besides, standing next to the much taller and older man allowed her to connect with her feminine youth in a way that she had kept locked away for far too long.

[LocusVonErich]

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

"Two different screens, actually." He said in regards to the movie theatre he had mentioned. "I guess I should have expected that you've been to the rooftop pool...it is a popular destination, as hot as it gets here during the day." He would fall silent for a moment before ordering another round.

"Well...I hear rumors that it has a two way mirror with a viewing room attached....that it's a place where a couple of people could get themselves into quite a bit of trouble...I hear it has all the things you would need to play certain games...games that require at least two players...." He was trying to play coy as best he could, not knowing if those were games she was wanting to play tonight.

[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

"Games like ... checkers?" She had a broad grin on her face even though she was still quite pink across her cheeks. She knew what he was getting at. Maybe. There were intimate and more than just friendly activities in the red room. The concept of a two-way mirror where people watched what was going on made her both curious and embarrassed all at the same time. Was there enough interest in this far away local to warrant such a place? It was certainly far away from normal life to let people ... explore parts of themselves they might not otherwise. It was possible that this place was known for such things that would never be on an add or pamphlet.

She eyed him, making a drink order. It was tempting, but she was going to stick to her water. No use in passing out or throwing up from a long underused tolerance level. Not so sure what she wanted to happen tonight between herself and Joseph, but certainly not that. Cleaning her up and dragging her out was undoubtedly something to do 'together' but not quite the bonding she thought would be fun. She looked around to eye the food spread. Perhaps she should put something yummy on top of all that bubbly just to help clear the fog in her head and avoid feeling worse in the morning. "Whatever we choose to do... it should include food."

A heavy blush formed on her face. "Um, err, I didn't quite mean to make it sound like...  I was into combining food and ... checkers." So focused on work, she wasn't quite sure what was into.

[LocusVonErich]

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

"Sure. Checkers." He said, noting how she was playing along with his euphemistic manner of speaking. It was probably just as well, if he were to blatantly spell it out, it would ruin the night as a whole. "Checkers...Twister... He chuckled flirtatiously. He would slowly sip his drink, finding himself right on the edge of too far gone. He resolved that it would be his last one, probably of the evening, not wanting to make a display of himself by getting sick.

"I imagine food and checkers would be...yeah, maybe those things don't go together. But you're right, I could eat. The Mirage should still be open, and they have some amazing hummus. Holy shit, I would kill for some hummus right now...maybe some cheesecake. After that, let's see where the night goes." He finished his drink, taking a moment to compose himself.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: William
Date | Time: June 16, 9:30 pm
Wearing: Shown
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Shailene, Barb, Becky  Open



   William failed to understand why Shai was standing there. She was just as suddenly swarmed and he knew it wasn’t for the food. Was he willing to breach that divide?  Yes, they worked together and closely?  But something about her made him stand back, not wanting to ruin their working relationship. Still, there was something about her that made even him willing to change just that. He knew how they knew each other in even such a short time and got along well, they were almost at the finishing each others sentences phase but not yet.

He could see she was not feeling too into her element and thought she needed a mental health break if nothing else. 

“Um, Shai. Do you mind giving me a hand with the dry ice? I believe the container you have the key for?” He said making up some medical code to which she would more than likely understand. He knew it would be 20 minutes at best then they would be back but she would be hopefully refreshed enough to finish the night.

His eyes did fall on the lovely one in the yellow dress but it seems as if she would have her hands full with Becky for the evening, but he was maybe hoping for a dance later…if not?!?
 

[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

Her nose wrinkled. "Hummus and cheesecake?" Liv actually enjoyed both types of food quite a bit but she couldn't image eating them close together. Or, heaven forbid, with each other. It was nice to see a side of Joseph where he seemed to be looking forward to something specific though. She was was all onboard. Of course, that had nothing to do with the fact that she was tipsy and hungry.

"You can have the hummus and I'll have the cheesecake. And maybe, maybe I'll give you a piece." She winked at him almost as if there was a hidden meaning in there. But perhaps that was just alcohol talking. Olivia finished her glass of water like a shot and stood up. Perhaps it was because she couldn't quite it on her own, or she was just being sweet, but Liv tucked her forearm around his elbow - leaning just a bit against his very tall side.

"Lead the way." She smiled up to him and started to think of all the other goodies she might be able to order at this hour. 

[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

There was nothing wrong with the pretty lady that Everett was dancing with. Or was she dancing ON Everett? She certainly hadn't given him much of a choice. But in the past, that seemed to the only way that Everett ever got into close, intimate quarters with any other human. He was easily swept away by a heavy touch (as was recently demonstrated), but normally he didn't have anyone else to keep his interest away from his pursuer. Now - well, it was the spark of interest towards the man who had said beside him. Carter.

His attention was quickly all consumed by the blonde's cursings. Everett cringed. He didn't like to displease others, and down-right hated drama. He would do almost anything to avoid conflict and make people happy. So there he was - leaning closer into the bombshell who was mid-explosion. As their proximity lessened, it seemed that she calmed down and he could finally let out a shaky breath. There wouldn't be a scene or argument ( at least not a bigger one). He was about to continue to apologize, the words forming on his tongue when the lady again took charge.

Did she sense his need to follow and obey? Perhaps. Her pointed fingertips found their way into his hair, and they were soon standing chest to chest. Everett wasn't immune to her charms. The feel of acrylic tips scritching his scalp was pleasing, and the press of her bright red top against her soft green shirt caused a rosy burn to form across his cheeks. Her body was attractive, and there was that physical pull that caused all the air between them to be sucked away. She murmured soothing words, encouraging words to him and Everett let his hands slowly come to rest on the woman's hips as they slow-danced against the beat.

If he could have designed the perfect trap for himself - she was pretty close. A firm hand followed with sweet encouragement. It didn't always mean he was completely passive. If someone urged him to be dominant because that was what would please them - he would rise to such an occasion as well. He'd done that in one of his longest past relationships. But her net was missing one critical link - a personal connection.

Even as his eyes began to close into the pleasant close contact, she just had to go poking into why he wasn't more into her at first. "What?" Everett balked and blinked before pulling back a little. "Do I have a hard time...?" Was she implying something was wrong with him because he wasn't drooling on the floor at her feet? He was the least of anyone preoccupied with defining his sexuality, let alone what others thought of it. But she seemed to make some kind of snap judgment on his intellect or at least his sexual and social capacity.

The soft drag of fingers through his hair started to feel a bit like a vice grip (even if that was not the intention on her side) and panic set in Everett's chest at the mention of the L word. "Do I? Am I?" He was starting to wonder if he needed to start taking medication at how often in night anxiety seemed to settled around him. Flight and fight seemed to merge just a little as his large hands moved from her waist to the woman's wrists.

"Lexi..." He let out a slow huff as soon as her hands were away from his scalp. It allowed him to shift his neck to see if anyone, perhaps a particular someone, was watching all this. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I am very much capable of finding interest in anyone I deem worthy." There was a punctuated bit of air that followed his last word, carrying it even further over a temporary lull in the loud thump of the music. He perhaps hadn't meant the rebuke to be so harsh and edged but he was embarrassed. "Now, if you will excuse me." He let go of her wrists and stepped away. Just like that, at least for him, it was over.

Head spinning and with a even larger blush across his face and chest, Everett turned from the dance floor - reaching any nearby empty table to grip against and find his barrings. Breathing heavy, he wasn't even quite sure where he was headed. To the bar, the game room, his room, the gym even? Perhaps that would be best. Go sweat out some of this alcohol and adrenaline.  Now that he had a plan, a thing to check off on his non-working app, all he would have to do next is get his feet to move in that direction. A few attempts later and the throbbing in his head and chest said he might just need to stand a minute and catch his breath first.

[LocusVonErich]

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

"Well, obviously not at the same time!" He chuckled as she pointed out that the two foods he had mentioned definitely did not go together so well. Hummus first, then cheesecake. Of course, I'd be glad to have a piece of yours." He was a bit more giggly after drink number six, but overall, still in solid condition for his inebriated state.

Hope you don't mind the patio...it's still so hot in here. I bet it's cool outside. Plus, the vice I carry is bearing down on me." The downside of an cigarette addiction, its cravings reared its ugly head even harder when one was properly drunk.

Standing up, he would take a moment to find his feet. As she leaned against him, that became a momentary challenge, but one he would overcome. With that, he would lead her out of Hypnotic Night Club to The Mirage.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 16th, 9:56
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 all yall open.


This was really getting to Elizabeth. She clutched the staff tightly in both hands, resting her head on the wood.

Apollo was gone, Becky was busy, Victoria chatting, and even BarDude had gone off with EasterEggHair lady. There was nobody here to act as a security blanket. Nobody to soothe all the rapidly mounting anxieties and stresses.

Elizabeth looked over at the snack bar, hoping noms would be a good distraction. But alas, the tall intimidatingly gorgeous lady was still there. Urgh. That took that option away.

Elizabeth whimpered. This was a bad idea. This party, these people, this hotel. She just didn't fit here. You can take the shy awkward nerd girl out of her cave, but....

She stared longingly at the exit... But that would be failure. Part of this whole trip was to get out of a rut. Hiding somewhere with a book was her favorite, but she could do that back home.

But oh Goddess, this was turning into such misery.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Shailene Redbird
Date | Time: June 16 ||| 9:30
Wearing: This dress in green matching ||| these shoes ||| with this emerald jewelry set.  Makeup and hair is done like in the picture.
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: William, OPEN!
When Shailene heard the male voice, she gasped and jumped, moving off the wall and slightly knocking into the food table in front of her.  Turning to find out who had startled her, she realized it had been the handsome man who worked with her on the medical team.  “Shit, Will!  Were you trying to give me a heart attack?”  She asked as she pulled herself back together.

As she heard him asking about the dry ice, she knew she couldn’t say no.  She wasn’t sure what he actually needed but she was sure there had to be a good reason why he was asking her to go with him.  “Sure.”  She said before leaning close enough that her food table partner could hear her as Shailene let her know that she needed to leave with him for a while.

Shai didn’t even attempt to hold a conversation while they walked out together.  It had been so loud in the club that she could barely hear her own thoughts, much less someone else’s words unless they were practically yelling and right next to her.  Instead, she waited until they got out into the hall and a little bit away from the club’s entrance before talking again. “Well, someone seemed to be having some luck with the ladies tonight.”  She teased about the interactions he had with the older woman who had decided to wear yellow.  “Too bad you had to work, right?  She might have been one lucky lady if you weren’t.”

As they continued to walk, Shailene couldn’t help but keep her hands busy.  If she wasn’t playing with the hem of the green, low-cut dress, she was messing with the too-expensive jewelry, and if she wasn’t doing that, she was wrapping one of her arms over the lace midriff to rub at the other.  She barely looked at William, choosing instead to keep her eyes on the floor a little way ahead of them.  The smile that she had worn in the party seemed to have plastered itself all over her facial features, however.   Still, the longer she was away from all the distractions of the party, the more she started to notice exactly how uncomfortable this outfit made her feel.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: William
Date | Time: June 16, 9:30 pm
Wearing: Shown
Location: Hypnotic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Shailene, Open



    “No?!?  I didn’t think I would have a chance to scare you with the Amazon mob hunting you down.  You seem to have scared them away for a minute what gives, no flavors you like?”  William teased as he was close enough for them to whisper and hear each other.

He left the drinks in capable hands as they hadn’t had a break all night.  The fact that it wouldn’t hurt her to be able to get away if that was what she wanted to do.  She could have stated, but he thought if she wanted a breather it was best to get while the getting was good.  He moved with her as he nodded to the bar giving him a break signal.  He knew he would be back.

“Yes YOU sure were!  They were swarming you!  I don’t know what the perfume is that you are wearing but I really need to find a man version of that!!”  He replied with a wink as they walked.

“Maybe, seems she had someone else that caught her eye and maybe filled her dance card.  Did you get any phone numbers, there were several of them around you?”  He asked doing his best to act like he wasn’t eyeing her and failing miserably.

“You look amazing tonight though.  I have to admit I don’t blame them for trying to get your attention.  Hell you look amazing daily.”  He said as he moved with her wondering what was on her mind.

[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.

“I look forward to seeing them,” Barb said enthusiastically, pleased to know that her mental styling might somehow come to fruition. “We can have a dress-up-athon in my suite if you want,” she offered, somewhat surprised to hear the words come out of her mouth but as she looked into the bright eyes of her dancing partner, found she meant them and didn’t regret it. Besides, dressing up wasn’t inherently sexual, which was perfect for Barb’s indecisive yellow.

On the dance floor, Barb found that her dress inhibited movement, restricting her to hip swaying and simple steps, but her enthusiasm and bright smile was enough to keep her from looking too out of her element.

As Becky’s warm hand slid around the small of Barb’s back, the blonde laughed and fitted her hand on shoulder and hip to answer Becky’s question about who should lead. “I’m killer in heels but I might need someone to hold onto,” she quipped, wagging her brows once. “I think I’m about as mobile as an unpeeled banana in this thing,” she said, supporting her weight momentarily on Becky’s shoulders as she aligned their hips. She let her hips keep time with the music, adding little steps backwards to lead from the follow-position.

“Ok so I’ve got to say, there’s something sooooo familiar about you,” Barb said, talking just loud enough for Becky to hear over the music. “I can swear I’ve seen your face in a magazine. Forgive the cliché, but are you a model?” Barb asked with full sincerity.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Shailene Redbird
Date | Time: June 16 ||| 9:30
Wearing: This dress in green matching ||| these shoes ||| with this emerald jewelry set.  Makeup and hair is done like in the picture.
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: William, OPEN!
“For what it’s worth, it’s definitely her loss.”  Shailene said, nudging William with her shoulder.  She hadn’t meant to ignore William’s question about getting anyone’s numbers but she did see it as a bit of a silly question.  The doctor had already told her coworker all about her previous relationships, or better yet, the lack thereof.  Besides, she didn’t think anyone she had interacted with so far had any interest in her.  The attractive man had walked away as soon as he had gotten the answer he was looking for and the women had only talked to her long enough to get her attention and once they had it, neither one said a word.  If any of those interactions meant that one of them had taken any interest in her, she sure didn’t realize it.

As soon as William started complimenting her, she felt her cheeks begin to grow a bit warm as she bit gently on her lip, her eyes rolling at his comment.  There was no way he actually meant what he said.  He was just telling her that because he had to see her every day at work, right?  Then again, William was someone she was starting to trust to tell her when she looked like even though they’d only known each other since they got to the desert resort.  “Oh, come on now.  I look great in this?”  She said gesturing to the green dress.  “I probably look like I’m trying too hard.  You’re just telling me that because you still have to see me again at work even after tonight.”

As soon as she said that, she knew she didn’t want to let him think about what she had said too long so she decided to change the topic.  “So, what’s this dry ice emergency all about?”  Even if he didn’t answer her question, she hoped her question would at least distract him and get him talking about something else.

After reaching a point in the hallway where they could no longer see the club, she finally stopped and leaned against the wall.  At this point, she was keeping her arm crossed across her revealed midriff but as she turned to face William, she wished she’d at least had her doctor’s coat on.  Even with it completely open, the coat would have allowed her something familiar, something she felt comfortable with.  Instead, she felt like she was practically naked with her ass and breasts on display for all to see.

[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, obviously rather intrigued at the idea of playing dress up with Barb. "Well that could be fuuuun." She stretched out the word to give it a double meaning, hoping that Barb understood she was being flirty here. Otherwise, she had just managed to ruin a perfectly good sleepover before it even happened.

"Say no more." Becky nodded, knowing all too well the perils of trying to dance in heels that high. It was only after some serious practice that you could do much, or at least Becky could, Barb seemed to be doing better than she gave herself credit for. Still, Becky thought, may as well take advantage of the novelty that I'm not wearing heels myself for once! It was a unique and fun experience to be the more mobile one in a dance pairing for once!

Becky smiled, clearly enjoying having Barb so close and the dance they figured out between the two of them, hips swaying in time as Becky grinned at her. Just as she was opening her mouth to say something Barb asked her question and Becky's face fell a bit, her smile becoming a bit more brave than before.

Becky did not and never would consider herself famous, even though certain other athlete's wives had practically crowned themselves thanks to all the paparazzi and the social media attention they got just for sitting court-side and saying something crazy every once in awhile. Becky, being Becky, had managed to avoid the latter but not the former. It had never occurred to her on first moving out to Los Angeles that anyone would care about her enough to take her picture. When her ex had been the next big thing, she'd been featured in a few c-list scandal rags and her picture had made the rounds on celebrity gossip sites, who tried to smoke out interviews by printing outrageous untruths.

"I'm rather hoping you didn't." Becky admitted. There wasn't anything else anyone would have ever seen her in. Then Barb finished her question and she grinned, seeing an opening for putting a much more positive spin on this.

"In fact, I'm just gonna assume that was just a pick up line." Becky beamed. "Because it's totally working." She pulled the woman close enough to playfully plant a quick kiss on her cheek before letting her retreat.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Chris Marshall
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing:See picture
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, arriving
Tagging: Alexandrena (m), Open
Thought Music:


Chris was watching what was going on with Ren. He knew how she behaved most of the time. What he didn’t like was this clown grabbing her wrists like he was. That was not going to work at all. His body motions were smoothed and focused, but the intent in his eyes was clear on the many ways he could break this man without killing him. He remembered the rules but there were other ways to inflict pain upon the man.

He was nearly upon him and he was thinking he could control his finger enough to cause pain and with that in mind, he would deal with Ren later. He could see the man was drunk by his behavior, he would have to cause a bit more pain. He made sure to get to him before he stood up, his movements were focused. One hand on his shoulder squeezing as a distraction at first, the other on his middle finger, suddenly holding it like a video game joystick.

He moved his hands squeezing down bearing his fingers deep grip into the muscles of the man’s shoulder. “Listen here player…” His voice smooth and calm like that of a cobra almost itching for the man to move and do something more so he could inflict more pain upon him than he was currently causing, which was probably more than enough to cure any alcohol currently causing him a buzz.

“…the next time you grab her like that. I am going to cause immeasurable amounts of damage to you and should you even look at her wrong I am going to hurt you to the point you will barely want to have children. Since neither of us wants to cause a scene I am going to need you to nod your understanding?!?” Chris was normally known for subtle but he hadn’t ever slept with his charge before so this was…new territory to be sure.

He was going to…talk with Ren as well, maybe not like this though.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: William
Date | Time: June 16, 9:30 pm
Wearing: Shown
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Shailene, Open





William listened to his med partner and chuckled.  He was in the massage area when she was on duty as he did like the healing aspects of his job and actually doing things for relaxation.  She surely wasn’t flirting with him.  He has seen some of the women that approached her, some were not only hot but amazing as people too.  And yet she still seemed like she needed some saving if only to clear her head for a lil’ bit.  He would have been lying if he denied his own interest.

“Ok you are blushing for?  You know it is true, I have even told you a few times.”  He smirked leaving out his desire for other things he wanted to tell her.  “You look amazing in that and if I weren’t on duty I would be trying to get your phone number, myself.”  He teased leaving out where the rest of his mind was going right now as he looked at her. 

He chuckled.  “No!  I am telling you that cause it is true and I would have had you on the dance floor even now if I wasn’t working and neither were you.  I am actually lucky I get to see you tomorrow, hopefully it might be cause you agree to have dinner with me one day…though I will probably have to wait in line after all the others that want to get with you.” 

“Maybe it was an excuse to get you alone?  Maybe the container that will make the punch stay cold has a leak.  Maybe it was a combination of the two.”  He admitted.  He continued to move before unlocking the door to their med office.   He turned to look at her his eyes meeting hers as she stopped.  “So what is the matter?”  He was close to her but only stood in front of her his presence and body close to hers.  He swallowed hard as she looked delicious.

[BareBeholder]

Name: Carter Crestwood
Date | Time: June 16th, 9-ishpm
Wearing: Pictured, still clueless as to what colors mean
Location: Bar in Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Elizabeth, Everett, Chris -Open-

Heat flushed across his face when the red-headed woman responded eagerly with a nod. Even though she seemed to be alone, she mentioned a few others she was with.. or waiting on? He was far too embarrassed at this slight form of rejection to really recall anything she said- he only caught the simple concept of "please leave". With intrusion as the furthers intention on his agenda, he stumbled over a quick response. "I'm sorry, I am new to...this. I didn't mean to interrupt." He mimed at his drink, mumbled the word "refill" and slowly backed out of the conversation before making a bigger fool of himself.

Carter wanted to mingle but it seemed he ran into a wall each time he took a few steps forward. He felt somewhat lost in the maze of people around him. No real anchor or pull to him staying here. He looked over to the dance floor, hoping to catch a last look at Everett. What he saw was incomprehensible to how he felt, he was removed from himself. A hot rush pulsed across his body when he saw the woman being held. He wanted to look away, intruding yet again was something he wanted to avoid at all cost but he was stuck staring for some reason. The gentle, intimate and possessive waist hold turned to a stand-off wrist grip. Shocked at the sudden turn of mood, Carter took a step forward, noticing Everett searching around, momentarily catching eye contact. The dancing was now halted as they exchanged some words with only a few overheard. Not able to string them together to complete a structured sentence, he dismissed them and focused more on the physical tension unfolding.

Everett broke away, leaving the woman alone on the dance floor. Carter decided his one step forward was his subconscious begging him to engage with Everett once again and the universe set up the perfect opening by pulling the other from the vixen's seductions. Carter's pace quickened towards the table that Everett seemed to be holding onto for support. Before he was able to reach it, a large, built man grabbed Everett very aggressively. Without a moment's hesitation, Carter's instincts took over.

"Hey! Hey, Everett, I've been looking for you." Carter put his empty glass on the table next to the stranger who was man-handling his friend. Carter stood close to this altercation swaying slightly to the beat of the music, acting like any other simple club go-er, intentionally making it physically awkward for any roughhousing to continue. He intentionally held his body in a passive demeanor, shoulders relaxed and a small smile on his face with an extreme air of obliviousness to this tension. "Do you guys need another drink or anything? Man this place is getting crowded!" He wasn't sure what he was doing or rather, what his motivations were...and why he felt the need to be involved but he could tell between the two that one of the men was looking for trouble as the other was being forced into it. For the first time in Carter's life, he felt the lack of any nerve or awkwardness even though he could see there was a potential danger in this situation. "Hey, I'm Carter." He gave a toothy grin and extended his hand out, almost touching the stranger's fingers that were tightly wrapped around Everett's.

[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, Chris, Ren (mentioned), Open

What a disastrous first day of his relaxing vacation. Everett pondered using the main desk phone to call back to his employer to ask and asking if they could get a refund to send him somewhere else, somewhere he fit in more? Like an IT conference or a cabin out in the middle of nowhere. He would leave and go to bed first, though, to sleep on such a rash decision. About to stand up, he suddenly felt large hands on his body. What was with this place and random people touching him?!? Similar to how Lexi touched him at first, there was soon pressure and pain as the man who Everett couldn't see fully as he pressed down into the flesh and joint of his shoulder while equally pulling his finger back towards his wrist. It made Everett arch his back and wince painfully.

Omg ....ow! The man started talking, low and threatening, and it made just as much sense as the pain did. What? Player? It would have made Everett laugh if he wasn't at the mercy of the much smaller individual. He had never in his life tried to take advantage of another person. People were a scary inegma that he was usually at the mercy of - example now. And yet - helped by a bit of painful motivation,  his interaction with the pretty woman on the dance floor snapped into his head (as his finger was pressed even further back) and it became clear. He had grabbed her wrists and obviously this friend of hers took offense. He was about to try and explain that this was all a big misunderstanding but the man growled and made it clear that silent submission was all he was after.
Submission Everett could do, happily. He swallowed hard and nodded  in a somewhat exaggerated way - intending never to bother, talk, look at, or otherwise breath in the direction of the lady in red again. Scouts honor! He hoped that would be enough, but soon a voice came wonderfully close that made him stand a little taller even if he was still being held down.

Carter. He turned to face his new friend, and current superhero, with a look of - 'oh thank god!' across his older eyes. He then tried to drop his shoulder out from the man's grip. The finger, well that might take a bit more compromise from its current captor. "Carter! Naw, man. I think I might be done drinking for the night." He waited patiently for the men to exchange pleasantries - as calmly as a man whose finger was getting a far too stretched-out could. "Hey, um, remember when we were talking about checking out the gym later?" His brown eyes begged him to continue the ruse Carter had started. "Do you want to go now? I need some air."

His head craned and turned to finally look at the owner of those double guns holding him down. He gave him a smile that indicated that - see, he was leaving and going far from the gal to which the man had such a vested interest. Let's hope that was enough.

[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 knew exactly what she was doing and that some would feel the need to define boundaries, but she didn’t. After all, her dress was yellow. She certainly enjoyed the company of women, in the past, sometimes carnally, so she didn’t see a reason to pump the brakes. If she and Becky parted ways without so much as a goodnight kiss then their time together would still have been delightful. If Becky came over to play dress-up and they fell asleep without fooling around, it still would have been worth it. Of course, there was also the possibility that the two of them could roll around all night and wake up glowing and satisfied – Barb was open to all possibilities tonight.

However, when she saw Becky’s face fall from its former effervescence, Barb could have kicked herself. The spotlight was not always a glamorous thing for people, and the industry was known to be cutthroat and unforgiving. Perhaps she’d opened up an old wound?

Oh no, wrong turn Barb. Back it up!

“Don’t worry, I am tremendously out of touch,” Barb assured with a sweeping motion of her hand before returning it to Becky’s shoulder. Despite being in the middle of redneck, football country, Barb did not expose herself to ESPN or other sports media, so stories surrounding them tended to fall off her radar when she encountered them in print. She grinned, more than happy to avoid that pitfall in the future so that she wasn’t responsible for robbing the party of Becky’s sparkle. However, it seemed that her bubbliness was undaunted and soon, Barb wore a kiss on her cheek.

“You’re doing all the hard work for me, I love it,” Barb jested, pausing for a moment to take a sip of her drink from over Becky’s shoulder, leaning close in a hugging motion as she reached for the straw.

[RedPhoenix]

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

"Well that's a relief." Becky had not been looking to explaining the circumstances of how her picture had showed up in scandal rags. Although that had been many, many news cycles ago and very little of it had ended up on the internet forever, it was still the last thing she wanted to think of at the moment.

Becky smiled, enjoying being close to the woman, taking the chance to enjoy it even moreso as she leaned in to drink over her shoulder. "I mean, I don't mind pulling my weight." She said with a grin, swaying close to the woman in time with the music. "I um," she paused, c'mon Becky, something dazzling and sexy. Anything? Anything? Noooope.

"Except when it comes to flirting." She admitted with a nervous giggle, she would have put her hands over her face if they weren't occupied. "Geez I can never think of anything smooth to say!" She pouted slightly.

"Uhhh..." she just went with what was on top of her head. Play dress up? "You uh, wanna duck into a side room and switch outfits?" She asked with the one of someone who was only very slightly serious and not at all expecting anything other than a weird look in return.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Chris Marshall
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing:See picture
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, arriving
Tagging: Everett, Carter, Alexandrena (m), Open
Thought Music: Hope it doesn't come to this!!!


Chris was by no means in the mood, but what caught his attention most was that Carter took it upon himself to try to save Everett.  The way he moved was by no means violent but the sway of the man's hips and gentle nature was disarming in itself.  He honestly didn't know what to make of it.  But Everett had been apparently saved by the more mousy man.  Even Chris had to smirk as it was only a little funny at the mouse saving his friend from the lion.

Even with all of this Chris found himself reaching for Carter's hand.  "Chris...I am sure your friend here will do anything you want for saving his life!"  Chris said in no uncertain terms.  "You have a good night, Carter!"  He nodded to Carter and only glared at Everett as he moved away to deal with Ren.  He was not happy with her either, she caused this to be sure.  Normally she dealt with more, focused people but if the man was smart Everett might have pushed the envelope and if he had they might have been getting kicked out.  He was sure she didn't want that either!!

[BareBeholder]

Name: Carter Crestwood
Date | Time: June 16th, 9:20-ish pm
Wearing: Pictured, still clueless as to what colors mean
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging:Everett, Chris

It was beyond obvious to Carter that Everett had caught onto this diplomatic defuser act. With quick wit, Everett seamlessly responded with almost no regard to the possible pain from his finger- caused by the brut's amazing forced-contort skill. With much relief, Carter was able to unhinge the trap and now take hold of it, literally. "Public dancing has always been a lifesaver, what can I say?" He satirically responded to the straightforward statement, trying (and failing) to maintain as powerful a grip as Chris. Oh yeah, that wasn't possible pain, it for sure dealt some damage. He empathized with Everett after sustaining a small taste of the sheer strength the behemoth body-builder offered.

It was a successful finessing; Chris departed, turned toward the woman who "borrowed" Everett early and left the two men as alone as they could be in the middle of a social event. Carter picked up his empty glass he placed down, coincidentally using the physical closeness to hurriedly whisper, "Let's get out of here." He felt bad for getting as close as he did, the man had his space constantly invaded during a 20-minute span but he felt a spoken sense of urgency overtook personal proximity discomfort. He took a few backward steps toward the exit, facing Everett momentarily looking over the other's shoulder to see if Chris was still interested in this subtle, yet convincing ploy. He only saw the massive back of Chris- with his focus on the woman.  Just in case there was still a listening ear, he took Everett's escape and played off the fictitious conversation they had 'earlier', "Yeah! I wonder if there is as much equipment as I've heard." He smiled at Everett, turned and paced alongside him, thankful everything worked out as smoothly as it had. It was quite odd to Carter after realizing the togetherness they had... being on the same page with someone he just met. The nature of innate synergy always intrigued Carter, being that he lacked in those types of experiences. His heart was pounding, not anxiously this time but from the thrill of it all. "I don't know why I didn't check it out sooner," he continued.

Carter found the wandering server and asked where he could put his empty glass. He would feel rude if he just left it on the table and he really wanted to avoid going deeper into the club, back to the bar. He thanked the server when they politely offered to take it from him. When the two were a bit further from the location of the Chris incident, Carter felt he could afford to say something real. "Should we also look for an ice machine?" He stole a galnce toward Everett. "For your finger." He casually said this, trying to emphasize on the treatment for any pain, taking away any focus from the concern he was feeling towards Everett. He didn't really want to let on how bothered he was, for it could potentially be seen as too overprotective. "If you need it." He felt a burn creep across his cheeks and neck when he realized he was saying more than needed.

[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, Chris and Ren (mentioning)

Everett had to suppress a smile. He was enjoying Carter's elaborate ruse and his efforts to save him far too much for someone in such pain. What pain? Oh, right, his finger. If he scanned his body and was honest, the muscles in his shoulder were achy as well from all that consistent pressure in just the right/wrong spot. But somehow the adrenaline of escape and the pull of getting to spend a bit more time with the man. who was basically a stranger, proved more than enough for his senses to focus on. He was sure he would be moaning like a baby over his finger in the morning, but now - he was just glad to be away from all that drama and near Carter.

He had to chuckle as the man continued the charade even as Chris had seemed to give up on his pursuit of torture-scolding Everett. He didn't  want to look back at the dance floor lest he somehow gets dragged back into things between him and Lexi. Whatever elaborate social dance they had around her each would have to be something for them to solve. Everett smiled at Carter's remarks about the gym. "I'm thinking about going to work out there in the morning actually. After all this, I am sure I will want to burn off all the alcohol and nerves." He thought for a moment as Carter spoke to the waiter and was able to pass over his empty glass. Everett had to wonder if he had been so courteous with his cups. Thinking back all he could see of the night was meeting this new guy next to him and that crazy shit with the blond bombshell.

"Well, maybe tomorrow afternoon." Sleep off the booze and then burn off the anxiety. For someone that didn't drink much, he felt he handled himself alright. No throwing up or ending up on the floor - not that Chris didn't try to help him with that last part. Finally, when they started walking again, Everett lead them towards one of the main doors and out into the hallway. There was a rush of cooler air-conditioning that felt as if a transporter taking them far away from what happened inside the club. He could breathe better now, far from the music and the crowd, taking a moment to stretch his back and roll his shoulders to open up his chest. That all really could have gone badly. And he had Carter to thank.

"Should we also look for an ice machine? For your finger."

Everett understood the words, but his mind raced for ways to repay the man, to show him whatever feeling was starting to form in his chest. As Carter kept talking, a blush formed across the bridge of his nose that spurned him to action. In less than a heartbeat, Everett stepped forward and captured Carter's lips with his own. Sighing against their mouths, a calm washed over him that emptied all the strain that had been building over the last hour or so. One hand found the side of Carter's neck while the other reached beyond him to brace against the hallway wall. He didn't move to deepen anything - not someone to push power or control on others. It was just a swipe of lips that lasted a few moments longer than he had initially intended. When he finally leaned back to inhale his eyes were wide - with endorphins at just how good those lips had tasted but also at the rashness of his behavior.

Everett retreated a few steps, a hand moving to rub up and down along the back of his own neck. "Oh, um, wow. Sorry about that! I ... didn't even ask you if... " He cut off his words not even wanting to entertain the thought that Carter might not be into him or into men, and then be even more supremely outraged at what Everett had just done. "That.... that's really out of character for me." And it was - normally not one to pursue anyone, Everett was mostly the type to go along with what someone who expressed interest in him wanted. "Not that it was bad... oh goodness."

He was surely digging himself in a really big hole so he tried to dodge finishing the conversation. Looking around, he spun and sputtered for where to go next - literally and figuratively. "So... ice."

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Shailene Redbird
Date | Time: June 16 ||| 9:30
Wearing: This dress in green matching ||| these shoes ||| with this emerald jewelry set.  Makeup and hair is done like in the picture.
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: William, OPEN!

Shailene was confused when William told her that he wanted to get her phone number.  As an employee at the hotel, surely he was aware that phones and even internet didn’t work out here, wasn’t he?  And if they did, she would have already given her number to him, at least in case of any emergencies or if he needed to get a hold of her for work reasons.  Really, she would have hoped that he would contact her any time he wanted to.  But that wasn’t something she was actually going to tell him.  Besides, she’d already told him what room she was staying and hadn’t been visited yet.

Her brain completely stopped working properly when he mentioned he hoped she would agree to have dinner with him one day.  Her own thoughts couldn’t stop tripping over themselves and she got lost, the last thing she barely understood being that he may have made an excuse to get her alone.  Did he realize what he had said?  Did he really mean to sound like he was asking her out or was she just overthinking what he was saying?  Should she say something or would that just be weird?

Her mind kept racing until eventually she realized that William was standing so close she could almost feel the heat coming off his body, his dark eyes staring right into hers.  That look had her mind racing again, just in a different direction this time.  Had she missed him saying something important?  Why was he looking at her like that?  What was he waiting for?  Was he expecting her to say something?  What was she supposed to say?

She could feel her heart racing faster and faster.  Her cheeks flushed with nerves.  She felt as though her own temperature was rising too but somehow, she knew this wasn’t a warning that she was physically unhealthy.  Her eyes kept tracing his face, looking between his eyes and his lips.  He was standing so close to her she had no idea what to make of it, especially after what he had just said.  In fact, if he had taken even a step to his right, he would have had her pinned between his own body and the wall.

‘Why are we here again?’  Shailene asked herself, attempting to both actually remember what was going on and focus herself.

”Ice!”   She said, answering herself aloud, before pursing her lips in embarrassment to having her answer escape her lips.

”Yea.  L-Let me just go get that for you.”   She stumbled over the words and she slid past him through the door and turned on the lights before heading to where the dry ice was locked up.

Once there, she started fumbling with her keys, barely able to keep hold of them, her brain rushing too much for her to easily recognize which key she was looking for.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: William
Date | Time: June 16, 9:30 pm
Wearing: Shown
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Shailene, Open



 
William smirked at her confusion, the cell phones only the really strong ones worked out here. Others had their phones in their room, apparently, she had forgotten about those. He could have probably gotten her number by figuring it out, but it was easier to just ask. He was willing to change this but she seemed a bit off or away even to him, almost like moving one step closer…another step back. Now that he had her next to him talking he didn’t have the chance to allow her to pull away this time. He was sure that he should have gone by her room but would she have even recognized his desire to be with her then?

He shrugged mentally. No this time he was going to press a bit more to see if she would be able to show him or tell him her true intentions. He moved closer to her, his hand moved to her waist, the other began to move to her cheek even though she had that deer in the headlights look to her. He moved closer to her as if to partake of her here in the hallway, at least of her lips. His fingers enclosed around her waist now. He could already taste of her glistening lips now that she was between him and the wall. The flush of her cheeks told him she was expecting something but wasn’t sure what.

“Ice?!?” He heard her as she moved to the side. He didn’t know what to make of the shift in the movement or topic of conversation.

He was pretty sure she was nervous, she didn’t stop him she might have just wanted something more definite from him. He noticed her all but fumbling with her keys as she moved around him. He moved to place his hands on the keys with one hand, his other moved around her waist. He leaned forward while pulling her body back against him as his lips tenderly met her neck in a soft kiss. Now she would either, push him away, punch him away or lean into him either he would accept as he would have his answer.

 

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Shailene Redbird
Date | Time: June 16 ||| 9:30
Wearing: This dress in green matching ||| these shoes ||| with this emerald jewelry set.  Makeup and hair is done like in the picture.
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: William, OPEN!

Shailene was surprised when William’s arms wrapped around her, one stopping her from looking for the key while the other took hold of her waist, pulling her body against his.  This was definitely no accident.  She was sure he knew what he was doing now, even if she still wasn’t sure if he meant what it sounded like he said in the hallway.  Her suspicious were confirmed when she felt his lips against her neck.

Mentally, she had no idea how to react.  Sure, she’d had boyfriends back in her school days.  Well, she’d had boys that she tried to date but her academics kept getting in the way.  Still, she’d never experienced anything like this.  She had no clue what she was supposed to do.  She didn’t know if she was supposed to say something.  And if he expected her to say something, what was she supposed to say?  Was he expecting her to do something and if so, what was she supposed to do?

Her body, on the other hand, seemed to have a good idea of what it was supposed to do.  She didn’t move out of his arms.  When his lips met her neck, her lips released a slightly audible breath, her eyes shut to block out everything but the feel of his body against her back and his lips against her neck, while her neck leaned slightly to the side and backwards so it rested against his shoulder.  Shai had to admit that as much as people seemed to preach how wrong it was to have anything more than a friendship with one’s coworker, being in his arms like this actually felt right.  She didn’t understand why, it just did.

Then her head got in the way again.  ”Wh-What about the…”  She started, her tongue tripping over her words as her eyes opened again, her neck staying against his shoulder, ”the ice…?”  Her body didn’t move at all but her heartbeat seemed to quicken even more as her mind ran on many different tracks, each one clashing with the other.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: William
Date | Time: June 16, 9:30 pm
Wearing: Shown
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Shailene, Open


 
Shai had been playing it seems, while he was not only interested but focused.  She wasn’t sure of his intentions he was going to make her thoughts and focus on him very simple.  She wanted to know if he wanted her…so be it.  He moved his mouth to suck upon her neck, his lips parted and he stroked that spot beneath his lips now.  His hand moved to find the key, it had a certain feel, once he found it he put it into the lock and turned it.  He felt it give beneath his touch as he hoped she would once they were inside the cold room where the dry ice was.  There were already inside of their main health office, but the side room had the ice they were looking for.  Just to add a bit of atmosphere to the drinks.

He felt some hesitancy but not resistance.

She didn’t tense up or move away if she backed up too much she would feel all of his want for her or most anyway through the jeans he wore.  He could already feel her ripe behind against him and he was cupping the underside of the swell of her breast.  He just left his hand there as he moved her forward against the other door.   He was aware of the fact that they would have to go back to the party, so this was just an interlude to let her know he was interested, he wasn’t just talkin’ smack and if she wanted him…it was now her turn!

He felt the warmth of her back having now turned her around and the curve of her butt against his groin.  He swore he heard himself moan at that movement.  He pulled away as he looked at her in the room they were in it was semi-lit as he kept one light on just in case.

“The ice is over there…I am here!”  He moved to turn her head, with a hand full of her hair he turned her to face him.

“Now which one do you want right now?”

He said looking into her eyes, his lips so very close to her own.  He was apprehensive at first but now his boldness carried him to where he was in this moment.  “Well?”

He asked as his thumb caressed her lips, aching for another taste of her.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Alexandrena Kensington
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:00
Wearing: THis outfit with the top in this shade of red with a black choker and hair and makeup like this
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Everett Oliver Steele (Mentioned), Chris Marshall (Mentioned), OPEN!

Ren couldn’t believe the day she was having.  First, she couldn’t find the man who was always supposed to keep an eye on her.  Then, she found out the staff of the Caravanserai were completely incompetent at their jobs and were trying to avoid her attending their events.  And now, when she thought she was actually going to turn her day around, she picked a guy who was so obsessed with another man he actually hurt her because she asked him about it.  Boy, she really was off her game today, wasn’t she?

“Bartender!”  She called out once again, lifting the empty shot glass and waving it towards him.  “I thought I told you to keep these coming!”  Her voice was filled with the sense of entitlement that she was used to using when she didn’t get her way and the bartender was clearly taken aback by it.

“I think you’ve had enough, ma’am.”  The bartender replied as he picked up a glass and started wiping it out, making it very clear he wasn’t going to give her any more.

Ren had dealt with his type before.  Luckily for her, he wasn’t the only one serving alcohol at this party.  This wasn’t even the only place in the club where it was being served.  All she had to do was find one of those servers that were milling about and there would be something alcoholic in her hands again.  Good thing she didn't really care what she was drinking...as long as it was alcoholic.

That didn’t take too long but the moment she got her hands on more alcohol, the one face she found the one face she’d been looking for all day.  ‘Crap!’  She thought to herself, recognizing the look on his face.  There was no way he hadn’t seen at least part of what happened with that look.  If he had, though, what happened to Everett, she had to wonder.

But here was not the time to do that.  Right now, she needed to make sure he didn’t find her.  That would be one hell of a way to end this craptastic day: with a lecture from the only person who still seemed to think lectures made a difference.  Ducking through other patrons of the hotel, Ren tried to sneak to the door, hoping she could get back to their room before he spotted her.  Maybe if he spent his time out before he came back to find her in the room, he wouldn’t be so harsh about the situation.  At least not to her, anyways.  Anything he did to Everett, he was clearly done with the boy-obsessed man.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: Chris Marshall
Date | Time: June 16, 9:10 pm
Wearing:See picture
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, arriving
Tagging: Everett(m), Alexandrena (m), Open
Thought Music: Hope it doesn't come to this!!!


  Chris remembered the way Ren had went, but what gripped his true attention was that she seemed to think he was not coming for her or coming to get her. He was in the direction of the bar, it wasn’t hard to get over there it was difficult to navigate the crowd.

He saw her for the moment but he swore for a second she saw him and that was all he needed, his next glance she was gone. He was livid as his eyes narrowed as he searched around the room, it was not hard to spot her in that dress, so as she slipped out the front door he moved quickly towards it. It was his normal desire to pull a gun fire it into the air that normally parted things for him but since weapons weren’t available he had to do plain on football and slid, sweep around and wide step. He had done this when he played football when he was in High school so his body frame although big was quick even the lovely woman he bumped into didn’t mind his presence or the hand at the small of her back to keep her from falling right now.

He moved to the front door one he finally made it only catching a glimpse of her red dress moving up the stairs from the hallway. Chris breathed deeply before he took off after her if she was running there was no place safe…she didn’t leave so he could only guess that she was going up to their room. He was not even aware of what would make her go there save for them to have the confrontation in public.

Maybe she knew it was coming…cause it was. It most definitely was!
With his taking two / three steps at a time he still wouldn’t beat her to their suite but he was going to see her there and he was going to deal with her insanity…personally. He was dealing with this clown that gripped her wrist but what made her get into that position with him in the first damned place. That is what didn’t sit well with him. She was in red, he was in green so he was clearly looking for something she wasn’t…or maybe she was willing to provide. Which made him wonder if he was wearing the wrong damned shirt and he should have gone in yellow or even green at this point since she was obviously playing games all the way around?!?

[Praxis]

Name: Mark Watson
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:25
Wearing: As pictured to the left with this jacket.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging:OPEN
Motivation: This right here



Seeing her on Ellen two weeks ago had been...well...transformative.  He had been able to leave behind all of the misgivings he had about Love Hurts.  After the show they had another fourteen hours together before they each needed to go home, pack for six weeks and then prepare for seeing each other again and what he expected was...live together.  They each had their own rooms at the resort; Ellen was a family show after all but he genuinely wondered just how much time they would spend apart.  Ideally...zero.

He'd had enough time to get prepped by the staff that there was some event going on at the resort's local dance club.  There was a personalized package left for him to read and atop it was the instructions for a Stoplight Party.  There was so much to absorb but he was able to tell himself that here...and now.  He had time.  He had the time he needed to just relax and the time he needed to learn more about him and her.

He also had plenty of time to take Fomo for a walk; who was losing her mind smelling all of the...things.  So many things to smell.  Quiet but energetic, Fomo was busy scampering about the lushly decorated suite.  This was...yeah...he generally wasn't one to buy into the hype but this was indeed going to be paradise.

There wasn't going to be time to do everything before heading to Hypnotic so...priorities.

He took an hour to take Fomo for a walk, being sure to clean up after her after she...did what she needed to do.  There was so much to say, and everyone they encountered was sure to gush about how sweet she was and she did an excellent job pushing her diminutive form between their legs, wagging her tail until they scratched her bum.  Walked...then fed...and while she was content with laying on the floor nearby to watch him, he got ready.

Before heading out he gave her chin a scratch, double-checked the doors to make sure she couldn't get out into the pool and then headed out.

He stopped at the front desk, giving the woman behind the counter a hopeful smile as he drew close.  "Has Delaney Clarke checked in yet?  Uh...Clarke with an E."

The woman gave him a radiant smile and shook her head.

"Alright well when she does can you please pass on a message?"

She gave him another similar smile and silently passed a piece of paper and a pen across the counter to him.  He quickly wrote.

Come find me at Hypnotic.  Wear Red.  M. 

He slid the message across the counter to the woman and headed for the doors...only to stop mid-stride and return to the woman with a grimace.  "Could I get another piece of paper please for another message?"

You can wear green or yellow if you like!  I'm not telling you what to do.  You'll be beautiful no matter what colour you choose.  M. 

He nodded confidently once and slid the paper across.  He and the woman sharing another smile before he quickly left...only to stop and return to her once more.  She was already sliding a piece of paper across the counter to him as he silently mouthed the words "Thank you..."

You're not just beautiful.  You're intelligent and charming and funny and a number of other really great things. I'm glad I get to see you soon.  M. 

He let out a sharp breath through his nostrils...insisting with himself that he's overthinking all of this.  Setting his jaw and sliding the third paper across to the woman before giving her a quick wink and a smile...and exiting.







He took a moment to button the second on his jacket as he entered the club and felt the assault of the heat of bodies.  The pulsing of bass inside his bones. A swirling maelstrom of heated flesh, body glitter and perfume.  His eye brows lifting as he took in the sight of it all.

A small smile forming on his lips as he slipped into the crowd.  His hands reflexively moving to adjust the cuffs of his jacket, tugging on them as he disappeared amidst the throng of people and waited for her arrival.

[Cosima]

Name: Delaney Clarke
Date | Time: June 16th, 10:30pm
Wearing: This dress, and these heels.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Mark | Open

Everything after Ellen felt like a fresh start.

Their first kiss backstage had felt like coming home. For a moment they had been Mark and Delaney without the chaos of Love Hurts and the complicated tangle of emotions that came with it. That newfound discovery of each other had continued in small, incremental steps over the two weeks that followed. She had worked almost continuously since her arrival back in Alaska but their conversations, as necessarily limited as they were, had been imbued with a sense of comfort and certainty neither of them could fail to recognize. That, and sex. A lot of sex.

She had counted the days to this one and managed to get almost no sleep on the flight. Her mind was busy with the excitement of it all and she hit the ground running but late.

Significant delays pushed her arrival time back, but eventually she reached the resort and felt the familiar relaxation of finally being at her destination. Her faded grey blue Colorado School of Mines t-shirt and worn jeans hardly set her apart as a woman destined to take this place by storm. There was a waterfall in the lobby for crying out loud…

A waterfall that distracted her slightly from the sweet woman trying to get her checked in and solicitously handing her three small slips of paper with her room key.

“Can you also tell me what room Mark Watson is staying in?”

They had suites, but she didn’t know it yet. The woman, to her credit, rather than telling Delaney who was only half present, wrote the number down on another piece of paper then handed it to her before Delaney thanked her then went about her business.

Her retreat toward her suite was punctuated by the same brief moment of calibration every traveller encounters when trying to determine which way is up. The assistance of another resort guest proved invaluable, and in short order Delaney arrived in an 800 square foot room more luxurious than all of her previous residences over the last two years, save one. The Love Hurts villa had been posh in its own right...though the appeal of it was diminished by the dynamic and the sleeping outside on the day bed thing.

She took a seat on the end of the bed and finally turned her attention to the notes, which the concierge had had the foresight to arrange in order.

Come find me at Hypnotic.  Wear Red.  M.

Then…

You can wear green or yellow if you like!  I'm not telling you what to do.  You'll be beautiful no matter what colour you choose.  M.

And…

You're not just beautiful.  You're intelligent and charming and funny and a number of other really great things. I'm glad I get to see you soon.  M.

Delaney smiled. She could hardly not, and the subtle undercurrent of caution that had found its way into his notes was endearing. Though, not enough that she didn’t mean to disabuse him of the notion that it was necessary. Travelling to the other side of the world to spend six weeks at a resort with someone, much less someone you weren’t technically committed to...well, it was a big deal. And it was a commitment. One she was looking forward.

She had never showered, dried her hair and set off for a dance club so quickly in all of her life.

Her luggage, which impressively consisted only of a modestly sized suitcase and a small carry on, remained largely packed, and the lingering  scent of freshly spritzed perfume drifted with her out into the hall as she went.

There was a gradual trickle of other guests making their way to the event when she arrived, and the place was already packed to the door. By the time she actually made it inside it took conscious maneuvering to sidle her way along the periphery ass eh looked for him. While she was likely enough to get lost in the crowd, he wasn’t. For one thing, people moved for a man like him, whether out of respect or a healthy instinct for self preservation.  It didn’t take her long to spot him...it helped that he was wearing red in a room full of people wearing largely yellow and green.

A short time later Delaney had managed to evasively weave her way through the crowd and shift into place behind him to the side, one hand reaching around to delicately tuck a folded up piece of paper into the small front pocket of his jacket.

It read simply:

“Hi…”

[Praxis]

Name: Mark Watson
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:25
Wearing: As pictured to the left with this jacket.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Delaney | Open
Motivation: This right here



So the club was definitely...a club.  Lots of people.  Lots of sound cascading over him like a throbbing, pulsing baptism.  It was much like the clubs that he'd been to in L.A.   No small number of people sizing each other up for possible pairings.  The colour coding of outfits did make it easier.  The jacket he was wearing was just a giant "NO" to everyone.  He just needed to be patient...

Soon Delaney would be here and everything would change.

There was a whole new world of things that they would need to discuss.

He wasn't sure when he was going to to properly formalize their relationship but he figured if they were on a trip...together.  Then he didn't really need to tiptoe around such things...right?

There was no shortage of bumping and jostling about and his hands went over his pockets out of reflex.  Tucking his hand inside the pocket on his jacket to make sure the key card to his room was still there when his fingers brushed against a piece of paper.  Frowning a moment as he extracted it...a perfectly folded square of paper.  He was momentarily distracted by a blonde in a green cocktail dress gliding past him, dragging her fingers across his chest as she silently mouthed the words "What a shame..." to him.

He gave her a polite grin before unfolding the paper and reading what was written upon it.  He bit his lower lip as he turned here he stood.  Looking around the nearby crowd only to settle on the woman he had been hoping to find.  The note she had given him was folded twice and slipped into his jacket pocket as he met her gaze.  Giving her a small, confident smile.  He approached her smoothly and without hesitation his hands were on her.  One hand slipping around the back of her neck, beneath her dark, silken tresses, the warmth of his large hand finding the bare skin of her neck.  His other hand rested on the small of her back and with little effort he drew her to him, his mouth finding hers in a slow, deep kiss.  He let his hunger for her drive the kiss.  He let the emotion that burned inside of him draw the kiss deeper...longer.  His thumb lightly stroking her jaw as his tongue moved alongside her own.  His hand on the small of her back slipping down to firmly cup the concealed curves of her bottom, drawing her further onto her toes before finally breaking the kiss.  His breath was warm against her cheek...his eyes holding hers as he growled just loud enough for her to hear him.

"Good colour, Delaney..."

[Cosima]

Name: Delaney Clarke
Date | Time: June 16th, 10:30pm
Wearing: This dress, and these heels.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Mark | Open

No one could hear themselves think in this place, though philosophical reflection wasn’t the intended purpose of most night clubs. She had never frequented scenes like this, but there was something about the feel of frenzy, and the deep thrum of bass that made her want to move...and kiss..and generally accost him, if she was being honest. By the look of it, it wasn’t an unheard of response.

She grinned and met him halfway, her hands moving smoothly up the vibrant front of his jacket, over his shoulders before her fingers laced at the back of his neck and she drew herself flush up against him. Returning his kiss was a given. Her tongue tangled gently but assertively with his, slow, deep, and without any regard for anyone that might have been watching.

“You too, handsome.”

Her fingers plucked playfully at his lapel then drifted down along the shoulder seam until they laced with his.

Hand in hand she turned and lead him a few scarce steps further into the crowd to a tidy little opening just their size.

“Dance with me…”

[Praxis]

Name: Mark Watson
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:25
Wearing: As pictured to the left with this jacket.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Delaney | Open
Motivation: So this Then this
This right here Some of this Bit of this



“Dance with me…”, were the words that shaped her glossy lips in the strobing and scintillating lights of the club.  She wasn't asking.  He liked that.  In the brief time that he knew Delaney while she could be very sweet, very thoughtful and very...very charming.  She wasn't the type to ask for things often.  In fact he suspected that more often than not, she was given to choosing what was presented to her.

It seemed as though if she knew what she wanted.  She'd take it.

It had been a little over a month ago when she had found him in the shower and made it clear to him that she was "all in".  Since then she had made it clear to him a number of times the she did indeed mean what she said in the shower that night.  It was curious to him.  Baffling really that from a place that had created so much doubt and discord inside of him was also the source of something so true. So right.  He didn't want to hit her with too much heavy stuff to start their vacation together but Delaney was worth fighting for.  He had never really believed in "the one".  That one person that was meant to be your partner.  Companion.  Lover and friend.

Delaney Clarke was quite good at making a compelling argument for "the one" existing out there.

“Dance with me…” were her words moments after they had just shared a meaningful kiss.  He had the taste of her still on his lips.  The scent of her still danced about inside his head and the very world ceased to exist outside of the feel of her inquisitive fingers moving over his shoulder and down his arm.  It ceased to exist outside of her eyes.

He was moving with a purpose the moment she said the words.  Leading her through the winding and writhing bodies that moved about on either side of them until he settled on a spot where both of them had room...relatively.  The music pushed against them as much as the throng of heated bodies did...

He drew her close, his fingers still laced with hers.  The heat of his unyielding body pressed to her own as he gently used their bound hands to bend her arm behind her, pressing her hand and his own to the small of her back and in turn pin him against his chest.  For the moment he forgot about the music and the crowd.  He kept her held against him as his warm lips moved slowly and lightly along her jaw...the brush of his beard and moustache against her skin was soft as his lips lingered on her skin.  His other hand resting firmly on the swell of her hip...thrilling at the feel of her before releasing his hold on her.

Putting just a bit of distance between the two of them as he moved with the music and moved with her.  He was not an amazing dancer but he was indeed a fearless one.  Not overly serious nor goofy...he moved with her as well as doing "his own thing" and having fun with it.  Only to catch her smiling and draw close once more.  His hands moving over her body without hesitation...fingertips brushing against her bare arms...her neck...over her hips and abdomen and feeling the warmth of her through the fabric that hugged her curves.

He was attentive.

Focused solely on her despite the people that surrounded them and would brush or bump into each of them occasionally.  Just a steady, rhythmic pulsing of the music and their bodies as sweat began to form and the air around them...between them grew more and more heated.

[Dragongoddess]

Name: Shailene Redbird
Date | Time: June 16 ||| 9:30
Wearing: This dress in green matching ||| these shoes ||| with this emerald jewelry set.  Makeup and hair is done like in the picture.
Location: Hypnotic Nightclub
Tagging: William, OPEN!

As William pressed himself against her, Shailene could feel her heart beating faster.  She could feel him against her even through his pants and he kept pressing until he pushed her forward, holding her between himself and the door.  That didn’t last long, though, as Shailene’s instinct was to open the door and slip inside.  That only seemed to intensify things as William let out a moan at the movements and the barely lit room seemed to want to decrease her vision and intensify her other senses.

If he asked, she would be lying if she said she didn’t like being held by him.  Still, she was nervous, maybe even afraid.  She had never been with a man before and the hard rod pressing into her behind seemed to be telling her that he was hoping to change that.  His words and the way he wrapped a hand around her hair seemed only to amplify the idea that that was his desire, even though they were supposed to be working.

“I-I…”  Shailene started, trying to figure out what she wanted herself.  Well, it wasn’t that she didn’t know what she wanted.  She had had a crush on him for a while now.  She just didn’t think he could have possibly felt the same way about her.  Now, he was showing her that he had been, or at least was currently, interested in her and she wasn’t sure what to do.  On one hand, they were here and everyone else was busy.  On the other hand, they were supposed to be working and she really didn’t want to get in trouble for ignoring her job.

At the expense of possibly facing a misprision, the Native American tilted her chin up and lifted herself slightly up on her toes so her lips pressed against his.  She didn’t want him to think she was easy, but she also didn’t want him to think she wasn’t interested either.  Her lips pressed softly against his sweet lips before she lowered herself back to her heels.  She could feel the smile spreading across her lips as she pulled away.  Her eyes remained closed even after she was standing upright again as she savored his sweet taste and waited for any kind of reaction.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 16th, 10:30
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, starting to move towards the game room
Tagging: mentioning mark, Delaney, open.


Elizabeth looked up when the new lady in the red dress entered, temporarily distracted from her shell of misery and self recriminations. That... Was a really cool dress, and rather looked like something a superhero would wear, trying to blend in with the normal people.

The lady attached to the red dress of heroism was fairly interesting as well, though something about her eyes bothered Elizabeth. It was an entirely moot point, since the woman immediately wrapped herself up in some guy.

Of course. Doing a brief scan of the room, Elizabeth found that she was literally the only one without a partner.

Heaving herself to her feet, with heavy aid of the walking staff, she began limping as fast as she could towards the game room. Fuck this damn party. Fuck this stupid banana dress. Fuck her lack of social skills.

....ok, she liked the necklace and jewlery, a lot, but that wasn't much comfort now.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 16th, 10:36
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, no longer traveling horizontally
Tagging: Mark, Delaney open.
(Sorry for the double post, but I'm really vulnerable to peer pressure!)


One minute she was walking towards the game room as fast as her little bad leg could carry her, and at the next she was on the floor after letting out a short sharp scream of pain. Elizabeth had no idea what or who ran into her, but it really didn't take much to unbalance her if they caught her at the right moment.

The redhead didn't immediately see her staff, so she gritted her teeth and curled her legs in protectively towards her. Fuck, that hurt. Bloody fucking hell, falling hurt. The right leg was normal, despite her bare feet, but the left foot was ever so slightly twisted. The left ankle was noticeably smaller and more fragile than the right, and despite her dress not riding up very far, (she had chosen it  snug just in case this scenario actually happened) a sharp-eyed observer could make out at least three surgical scars starting around her ankle or lower calf.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck. Fuck fuck fuckitty fuck." She wasn't at all sure if she was using her inside the head voice or not at this point, but she figured nobody could hear her. She was mostly focusing on not crying, either from pain or frustration. She balled both fists up in front of her eyes, pressing them into her forehead.

"Fuck you, fuck me, fuck a duck, fuck a meat grinder, fuck a turkey sandwich, fuck up, fuck down. Fuck your mother, fuck your father, fuck your grandparents and great-grandparents for a hundred generations. Fucking shit, Fucking life, fucking club, fucking God. Fuck it all gently to sleep, and then we never fucking wake up. Amen."

[Cosima]

Name: Delaney Clarke
Date | Time: June 16th, 10:37pm
Wearing: This dress, and these heels.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Mark and Elizabeth | Open
Motivation: Initially this


Despite time and distance, the clean scent of Alaska still lingered in her hair and on her skin. Hints of pine, birch, and cold mountain air mingled with the subtle warmth of her and stood in stark contrast to the heated, cloying bouquet of sweat and perfume that surrounded them. Not that it mattered. She was utterly lost in him by the time he drew her up against him and brushed a trail of kisses along her jaw.

Her fingers curled with his behind her and she leaned up onto her toes to encourage his kisses before the gentle weight of his hand on her hip slowly set her to motion.

Neither of them were going to win any dance offs, but there was something to be said for the ease with which they matched each others rhythm. There were times where the sensual roll of her hips caused her body to brush and rub against his, sometimes in full and sometimes barely in passing. Other times they didn’t touch at all, but exchanged light hearted smiles and laughter drowned out almost entirely by the music.

By the time there was enough sweat to feel damp in the fine hairs on the back of her neck, she had abandoned distance in favor of pulling him against her. She wasn’t overtly lewd, but there was certainly contact. The curve of her bottom pressed snugly back against him, grinding smoothly as her hips moved then she turned and her arms slipped around him to draw his lips down to hers.

The kiss was heated, deep, but brief and she had been just about to suggest they go back to one of their rooms when a voice broke through the music.


"...fuck a turkey sandwich…"

There was more but she couldn't make it out at first, and she leaned to peer curiously around Mark at the commotion. The woman on the ground was something of a surprise and after gently untangling herself from Mark she crossed the few short steps to Elizabeth, gathering the dropped walking staff as she went.

The room was outrageously loud so Delaney crouched down in order to speak with her.

"Are you okay?" She felt as though she was yelling just to be heard. "Is there something I can do to help?"

The scars were noted, and she took a few seconds to see if there was any indication of a serious issue beyond the apparent fall. Undoubtedly, Mark was right behind her and better equipped to make that determination but she tried. If nothing else Elizabeth could tell her to fuck off for the cathartic value of it. The number of times she had said "fuck" had seemed coherent and decisive at very least.

[Praxis]

Name: Mark Watson
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:25
Wearing: As pictured to the left with this jacket.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Delaney | Open
Motivation: Turns out...the girl responds to this



He felt...comfortable.  Safe.  He was able to stop thinking...at least he was able to stop over-thinking things and simply focus on Delaney being close.  Delaney moving with him.  Touching him.  The two of them sharing the same breath.  The were moving in unison.  There was no rush to his movements or the way he touched her.  There was no doubt in his mind as to where they would end up this night.  They had been hurtling towards this moment together for a little over a month...closer to two months really.

He was going to set the world on fire with her tonight...

His lips were against her temple...the back of her neck as she pressed the curves of her bottom against him.  His fingertips lightly stroked her bare arms...her chin and jaw...resting on her abdomen and hips before she spun smoothly and they were kissing deeply.

He could taste the warmth of her...breathe in the scent of her and then...she was gone.  He didn't even feel the collision, he was so focused on her...but also...it was a crowded dance floor.  Things happen.

Nevertheless, the woman that had bumped into them and promptly fell had an impressive mastery of the word "fuck".  The time he and others had spent volunteering in northern California during the fires had taught him a good amount about first aid and helping patients.  He placed a hand momentarily on the small of Delaney's back, letting her know he was there and dragging his fingertips across the fabric that hugged her from right to left as he moved smoothly to her left.  He put the woman that had fallen between himself and Delaney.  His arms reaching out to either side as he crouched down to get closer to the woman.  Using his arms to keep other dancers from bumping into her, an easy smile formed on his lips as he spoke loud enough for her to hear.  "I don't know if I would fuck a turkey sandwich but I do indeed like them." , he gave her a bright grin as he leaned a little bit closer but not so much as to seem he was looming.  His eyes momentarily moved to the woman's feet...taking note of the difference in her two ankles before looking back to her with a smile.  "So I'm Mark.  That's Delaney.", motioning with his chin towards the brunette in the red dress.  "Would it be alright if I helped you up.  Do you think you can manage that?"

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Elizabeth would have been highly offended if Mark claimed that she ran into them... Someone in her condition was always vigilant about hazards and trying to find the safest route somewhere.

But she had more pressing concerns. The redhead slid her fists apart slightly, to see who was in front of her. Spooky eye lady. Great. Those eyes were even more disconcerting up close. Elizabeth couldn't figure out or explain why those eyes seemed so unnatural to her, but they still caused subtle creeping heeby-jeebies.

However, the strange woman smelled amazing. The exact opposite of the dry, hot deserts Elizabeth was half in love with... windy and cool mountains covered with hardy snow dusted trees.

And then some freaking giant guy was holding his arms out protectively. A guy a full foot taller than herself, with some tattoos peeking out here and there... With hair and beard worthy of a viking or extremely metrosexual lumberjack. And a incredibly... Vivid jacket only game show hosts and people with impregnable self regard could pull off.

What the hell was with this place? Why is everyone so weird?

"So... No special sauce on the turkey sandwich. Got it. Right."

Elizabeth made grabby hands motions towards her staff, and hugged it tightly to her chest for a second after Delaney handed it over. Planting the staff firmly in front of her, Elizabeth managed to do a rather awkward shuffle/monkey climb up the staff with its brightly colored yellow ribbon.

Brushing at her stupid banana yellow dress, she shot a look of absolute longing towards the relative safety and peace of the game room. Awkwardly offering her hand to Delaney then Mark, leaning on her staff.

"Uhm. I'ma Elizabeth. Thanks for the help y'all. I appreciate it. I think I'm good?"

Her eyes were already drifting back towards the game room, and her fingers were twitching hard on the staff.

[Gannameade]

 

Name: William
Date | Time: June 16, 9:30 pm
Wearing: Shown
Location: Hynoptic Night Club, In Line
Tagging: Shailene, Open


 
William watched as she slipped inside moving past him. He was sure she wanted to get away, he was aware that she realized her teasing had gotten the best of her and what she had been doing as mere flirting had backfired. William wondered if maybe she had been just testing the waters and really didn’t want him like that. He wasn’t flirting any more he was willing to let her know he wanted her…that wasn’t the case with her…he noticed her motions and they were to allow her to rabbit from him. A half-smile grazed his features letting him realized the truth of his…this situation as she moved within the room.

He could only accept the fact that he made his play and the movements and motions were not to be reciprocated, his body molded to her so perfectly. Her eyes, her lips, he shapely form all but called to him…he wanted to answer that call and more. Yes, they didn’t have the time right now as he wasn’t about to lose his job or take hers away, but still, there was time though her motions didn’t seem to indicate her wanting that particular time.

He heard her speak in the darkened room now and he put his hand up he realized he had gone too far and was loathe to listen to yet another mistake he had made like the one he had with Becky. He wouldn’t change their work relationship, it would just go back to that, work and his time with her would be a bit awkward at first.  He did understand his place though and he wasn’t going to mess up that situation further. He was going to just get the item they came for and be gone. What did he expect to happen anyway? The lovely doctor would fall for him and they would be necking every chance they got till they had some alone time? That she really wanted him when she could have any damned body she wanted. ‘Really Will?!?’ he scolded himself briefly.

It was the next heartbeat of moments when she leaned up and kissed him, the soft petals that caressed his own lips called to him as he looked at her most confused.  When the light kiss broke he was even more confused, rather than mess up any more, he watched her as if she wanted that. His hands were on her waist as a confused look settled upon his face. “Is that yes you want to spend time with me or goodbye and that is a parting gift?” His eyes met her own and he really didn’t want the latter cause he was already going through withdrawals from her sweet tender kisses.

[Cosima]

Name: Delaney Clarke
Date | Time: June 16th, 10:37pm
Wearing: This dress, and these heels.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Mark and Elizabeth | Open
Motivation: The girl also responds to this... and this...



Delaney’s eyes were strikingly blue, unnervingly Empyrean even, but there was kindness in them. She and Mark both, despite their apparent affinity for television shows with manufactured angst, were genuine people.

“A pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth.”

As they stood she spoke above the music. It felt like yelling, and she hoped she’d heard the woman’s name correctly.

“I like your dress…”

A warm smile replaced a tentative one and once she was certain their acquaintance was steady on her feet she stepped back into place beside Mark. Her hand drifted to his and teased it open so she could lace her fingers with his.

Her eyes followed Elizabeth’s briefly to the doorway into the game room, it seemed clear she didn’t want to linger overly long about a conversation so Delaney wouldn’t press.

“Maybe we could walk with you to the edge of the dance floor before we get on our way? Mark can go first and clear a path...” Because crowds parted for men like him, broad in the shoulders and striding with purpose. It was bound to be easier than either Elizabeth or Delaney trying to traverse the tightly packed crowd alone.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 16th, 10:38
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, no longer traveling horizontally
Tagging: Mark, Delaney, open

If Delaney's eyes were heavenly, Elizabeth still reminded herself that Lucifer was an angel. Why those sky blue eyes bothered her, she had no idea. But the woman seemed kind enough, and was talking sense.

"Uhm, nice to meet you too, miss, Delaney? That's a neat name."

The music was indeed head poundingly loud, and Elizabeth could barely hear herself. Normally a quiet girl, conversing here felt like a major strain.

"Thanks!" She called out, brushing her free hand over her hip. "I kinda feel like a banana! Not like your dress though, you look like a superhero!"

Elizabeth looked up at the giant man and nodded eagerly. "My own personal ice breaker ship? Yes please! That would be amazing!!"

[Praxis]

Name: Mark Watson
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:25
Wearing: As pictured to the left with this jacket.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Delaney | Elizabeth | Open
Motivation:



Crowds were something he had gone out of his way to avoid because he was always reminded how oblivious humanity could be.  In this case however, he suspected it was easy to simply forget that there were other people on the dance floor.  He certainly had not noticed Elizabeth approaching prior to he and Delaney bumping into her because...well...Delaney was...Delaney.

He nodded his head once...a short, sharp gesture as he offered Elizabeth a confident smile.  Without further prompting he drew close enough to Elizabeth to place his large hand between her shoulders, not shoving her but simply letting his touch act as a guide.  Ensuring he moved at her pace and was able to make sure that no further collisions occurred.  Giving Elizabeth small, but encouraging smiles between looking up and making sure people saw a stern and moderately menacing face as he maneuvered Elizabeth out of the crowd on the dance floor whilst looking back from time to time, making eye contact with Delaney and making sure she was staying close as well.

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 16th, 10:39
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, making it to the game room.
Tagging: Mark, Delaney, open

Elizabeth stiffened the second Mark's hand touched her back. Oh nonono. That would not do. Being touched by a giant man a foot taller and Goddess knows how many pounds heavier was just not in her game plan tonight.

A strange and giant Amazonian woman, however, well.... She did wear yellow and hints of green for a reason, after all. She flashed Mark a thankful but kind of rueful smile, sliding her back away from his hand, no matter how helpful it would have been.

Still, they made it to the game room without incident. The noise and volume of people dropped dramatically. A lot of subtly held tension drained from Elizabeth's face as she relaxed, no longer under such pressures.

She dropped into an empty chair with a contented sigh, then smiled up at the other two people.

"Thank you so much... I don't remember seeing you two before, so welcome to Caravanserai!"

[Praxis]

Name: Mark Watson
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:25
Wearing: As pictured to the left with this jacket.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Delaney | Elizabeth | Open
Motivation:



He grimaced when he felt Elizabeth deliberately work himself free of his touch.  He felt a flare of shame over having done it without asking her for permission first.  He just figured that maneuvering her through the crowd rather than trying to ask her for permission first prior to getting her out of the crowd would expedite the whole thing.

It was a valuable lesson to learn.  Always...always ask.

He pressed his lips together tightly in disappointment only to give Elizabeth a small smile...looking back over his shoulder to make sure Delaney was approaching.

Then looking back to Elizabeth he nodded his head slightly before crouching down next to Elizabeth so as to not be towering over her but maintaining a distance between the two of them.


"Yep.  We both just arrived today.  It's...a lot to take in really.  Also...sorry.  You know...about all of...this?  I hope you're alright and I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

[Cosima]

Name: Delaney Clarke
Date | Time: June 16th, 10:40pm ish
Wearing: This dress, and these heels.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Mark and Elizabeth | Open



"Plenty of superheroes wear yellow."

Delaney grinned impishly and half considered the merits of further expansion on the topic. She didn't know Elizabeth well enough to know whether that'd read as she intended, and it was difficult to talk above the noise.

"You look fabulous, and thank you." She reaffirmed as the three of them set off.

Her view of their destination was limited at best, but Mark stood above enough of the crowd for get to keep him in view. Before it was over she'd jostled her way through more dancing bodies than should legally fit in such a confined space, and on at least one occasion felt a hand brush against her bottom. Whether it was accidentally or otherwise was impossible to tell, but such was the reality of night clubs.

Elizabeth had already taken a seat by the time Delaney brought up the rear, the relative silence of the sidelines a blessing. It made her look forward to the stillness of their suites.

The pace of the music fell away some and the energy of their dancing gave way to an undercurrent of exhaustion. It had always been there, but the intensity of this place and the excitement had temporarily pushed it to the background.

After Mark's statement about causing discomfort had (or hadn't) been addressed accordingly she thought to ask him about the exchange later and responded. 

"Thank you for the welcome. I'm looking forward to exploring a bit in the morning, but I think it's time for me to call it a night."

She paused briefly and brushed a strand of hair from her face and glanced at Mark to gauge whether he was of a similar mind. He'd spent almost as much time traveling as she had.

"It was a pleasure meeting you, Elizabeth. Maybe we'll run into each other again? But figuratively instead…"

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Elizabeth
Date | Time: 16th, 10:42
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, game room at last
Tagging: Mark, Delaney, open



Elizabeth waved away Mark's concerns about any potential incidents.

"No worries. Thank you both so much for the help, I really do appreciate it.

Be sure to check out the rooftop pool, it's absolutely amazing. And eat everything on every menu at least once, even though I had to Google half the ingredients, I've never had a bad meal yet."

Elizabeth laughed and nodded. "I guess so. There's Wolverine, and... April O'Neill... And Jubilee... and.... I probably should be able to think of more, but none are really coming to me right now."

The redhead blushed ever-so-slightly at Delaney's compliment, but it probably went unnoticed in the fancy club lighting.

"Oh, right. Sorry to interrupt your night. I'm going to just rest here for a bit, and then probably go to sleep myself. It has been a long day. I'm always wandering around and taking pictures of things... I want to do a shot of the gardens at the same time every morning for a year...

Ahh, but I'm rambling. Sorry. Thank you both, and it was nice to meet you as well. Sleep well!"

[Praxis]

Name: Mark Watson
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:25
Wearing: As pictured to the left with this jacket.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Delaney | Elizabeth | Open
Motivation:



His eyebrows perked up slightly and he looked to Delaney as she made mention of calling it a night.  It wasn't lost on him that she "time for me to call it a night".  Me.   She could have used us but instead she chose me.  That could mean something or...it could mean nothing.  As much as he and Delaney had been a sortof "thing" for the last few months, all of that had been through phone calls, texts and face time.  There was still so much to learn about her and so much to learn about them as a couple.  He could doubt himself...or them as a couple but he wasn't about to start second-guessing them or how he felt about her now.

She had to be tired.  She had gone from the plane to the resort to the club with no downtime.  He'd done the same and he was certainly tired but the prospect of seeing her.  Being beside her had fuelled him. Kept him buoyed.  He bit his lower lip as he looked up at her...smoothly standing from where he had been crouched and without hesitation, he laced his fingers of one hand with one of Delaney's hands.

He felt a warm, tingling surge dance upward along his arm and nestle at the back of his neck as her skin met his.  Giving her hand a gentle squeeze he looked back to Elizabeth.  He gave the redhead a small but playful grin.

"Sleep indeed!  I hope we see you around in more quiet circumstances." , he nodded his head once in a slight motion as if to confirm what he said.

With a slight and gentle tug of his hand he led Delaney away from Elizabeth.  Through the winding crowd inside the club and finally into the substantially more quiet night air.  With his free hand, he reached inside his jacket and extracted a key card.  Holding it up so Delaney could see it.

"So we...are together for forty-two consecutive days and forty-three consecutive nights.  This is one of the key cards to my suite.  I'd like it to be our suite.  We can call the desk and have them bring all of your stuff over...but only if you want to.  We can call the desk in the morning. "

He leaned slightly to the side, tilting his head and letting his eyes move from her feet...up her body and then meeting her eyes once more.  There was a hint of a smile as he spoke in a low and confident tone.

"I don't think you are going to be in much need for additional clothing tonight."

[Cosima]

Name: Delaney Clarke
Date | Time: June 16th, Late ish
Wearing: This dress, and these heels.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club
Tagging: Mark | Closed



The word 'Me' was purposefully chosen. They were still working their way around whatever it was they were. She would have liked to assume they'd be going to bed together, and that 'me' becoming 'us' was a forgone conclusion… But she wasn't going to speak for him. These things happened in their own time and his agency was as important as hers.

She waved to Elizabeth as they slipped into the crowd, distracted by the endearing way he bit his bottom lip and how good it felt to hold his hand. These moments had been so sparse since Love Hurts. They had stolen them whenever possible, but life had a way of getting in the way. To be here with him, without imminent separation looming over them...it was worth everything. Worth the sleeplessness. Worth the invasiveness and humiliation of Love Hurts. Worth the wait.

It was like breathing.

He was her Oxygen, and she smiled up at him as they reached the respite of outside. Her hand released his and she stood in front of him, her fingers gently loosening his tie as he withdrew the key card.

I'd like it to be our suite…

...I don't think you are going to be in much need for additional clothing tonight.


Delaney arched an eyebrow, and her smile took on a small slant of amusement. Her fingers never missed a beat and his last sentence was drawn to a close as she softly drew him down by his tie and pressed her lips to his, her tongue teasing a line along his bottom lip then slowly delving past it to deepen the kiss.

Hands still twisted slightly in his now fully unknotted tie she pressed her body firmly against his, the card seemingly forgotten until she murmured quietly, playfully against his lips.

"But what if I'm tired?"

It wasn't certain how long the silence was, all she knew was that  witty rejoinder was passed over in favor of more kissing and their hands upon each other. His tie whispered free of his collar and she lingered close, kissed him fully, reveled in being with him like this until she was breathless enough to whisper simply…"Yes." before she withdrew.

A few more breaths passed in silence and with an absolutely meager amount of space between them she allowed him a brief glimpse of a smitten, even girlish grin.

"Let's go then."

After impishly draping his tie around her neck, she turned from him and started off toward their suite before he could protest, not that she expected he would.

[Praxis]

Name: Mark Watson
Date | Time: June 16th, sometime after 9:25
Wearing: As pictured to the left with this jacket.
Location: Outside the Night Club
Tagging: Delaney




He needed to work at this.  Not that being around Delaney was work but compared to the effort he had put previous relationships, he wanted to make sure that Delaney knew she was wanted, appreciated and that he was very much present in the moment with her.  She was unlike any woman he'd ever met or been involved with in the past.  He was determined to do everything he could to make it work.

It certainly didn't hurt when she drew close like she had, her eyebrow lifting provocatively and her lips curving into something subtle...something altogether compelling.  She had given him a kiss that made him forget where he was...and who he was.  She teased him a moment with her question; "But what if I'm tired?"

The way she was pressed to him.  The way her whisper danced from her lips and across his...  There was no doubt in his mind what they would be doing later.  Still...this kind of playfulness was new and thrilling to say the least.

They were kissing more after that...pressed to one another.  His hands on her...sliding over her hips and curves of her bottom even as he clever fingers slipped his tie free from his neck.  Breaking their deep, heated kiss with a whisper that echoed inside his head.

"Yes."

She was wholly intoxicating.  Biting his lower lip as he watched her walk away from him.  Taking a moment to appreciate the view of her.  Her slow, sure stride in her dress and heels was almost hypnotic.  He exhaled slowly and following her...eventually.  His heart pounding inside his chest as he followed, his mind racing with all of the ways he could get her to say, "Yes."

It was difficult to believe that this was actually happening.  While both of them were clearly attracted to one another...and both of them were clearly willing to have sex with each other.  The two times that they'd had the opportunity, the passed on it.  Both of them seemingly wanting to do things differently from how they had done things in the past with other partners.   When it did happen...he didn't want them separated on an airplane just a few hours later.  When he had told her such she had agreed.  Whatever it was the two of them had...neither of them wanted to risk it on a single night of sex no matter how promising that sex might be.

And now...right now she was his and he was hers.

He had stayed behind her, letting her walk ahead and savouring the sight of her until they entered the lobby and approached the elevator doors.  He slipped behind her, his tall broad form pressed to her as his hand slipped around her and rested on her upper abdomen.  His lips moved along the upper edge of her ear as he spoke in a low, warm tone.

"Fomo's here...so when we get in the room.  We'll need to say hello.  She'll be curious about you and she's not a fan of closed doors."

[Cosima]

Name: Delaney Clarke
Date | Time: June 16th, Late ish
Wearing: This dress, and these heels.
Location: Hypnotic Night Club - Elevators
Tagging: Mark | Closed



If leaving Love Hurts together, appearing on the Ellen show, their arrival at Caravanserai for a six week stay, and the fact they were both wearing red wasn't reason enough to believe they were together, what really was? Still, they hadn't put a title to it or so much as hinted at the words. It felt almost as though saying it out loud would spoil it, so they had to keep it secret from fate for awhile. Whatever it was they were doing, she was completely into him and was content to enjoy his company for as long as possible.

"Mmm" she whispered and leaned back against him, the occasional echo of voices through the elevator lobby breaking the silence. "You should have lead with that...had I known Fomo was coming, I would have agreed to stay in your suite even sooner."

She was kind of obsessed with Fomo if she was being honest. There was nothing about dogs that wasn't endearing and Fomo seemed like a particularly good one. Besides, she was his.

He was teaseable...lovable...utterly fuckable and the elevator was taking a century. Delaney took the opportunity to focus on the way his beard tickled against her ear and sent shivers through her...or the firm, all encompassing comfort of his arms around her. Her fingers laced with his, both hands as they rested against her abdomen, his tie now draped carelessly around her neck. How did she even get this lucky?

The elevator opened, finally, and after pressing her bottom subtly back against him and a small, strategic shift of her hips they moved inside together.

"Maybe room service tomorrow and staying in bed to combat jet lag?"

There weren't air quotes but there should have been, she was still teasing him as they stepped out into the hall and made their way to the suite.

From a few steps down she could hear the telltale snuffling of one adorable nose wedged intently against the bottom crack of the door. The idea of seeing his dog made her stupid excited, it was probably ridiculous. It was almost as good as getting to see him.