Caravanserai [The Hub | Hypnotic Night Club]

[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.