Party all the time [semi-open]
WHO: Alastair, the 10th Floor Guys, and maybe others?
WHERE: DANCITRON
WHEN: Saturday night, after 8 pm
WARNINGS: might be some suggestive stuff? will edit if we get hideous
SUMMARY: Alastair is 20 today! It's time to go out, get drunk, and dance until dawn! Note: he didn't make any public announcement but he did go around telling certain people he's close to. Everyone in Hell Towers was invited directly. Anyone who saw him tell Weasel about his birthday is welcome to drop in, as are certain botcast who might be around Dancitron~. Tag yourself in!
FORMAT: everything, as you please
Of all the places he might have dreamed he would be by the time he was twenty...this was not even remotely on the map.
But Alastair was determined to make the most of it. It was getting close to his one-year anniversary of being in the City, and he had enough friends gathered around him to help make this night the best night in a long time. Dressed in his tightest leather pants and a slinky shirt with a low collar, he lounged against the railing overlooking the dance floor at Dancitron. If this club wasn't enough, there were a hundred others around the city, but he preferred to be here. Just in case he might run into other Imports. Certain Other Imports. For now, he was just glad to be with his "family," and his friends, prepared to cut lose and drop all inhibitions for the night. Everything was on the table.
WHERE: DANCITRON
WHEN: Saturday night, after 8 pm
WARNINGS: might be some suggestive stuff? will edit if we get hideous
SUMMARY: Alastair is 20 today! It's time to go out, get drunk, and dance until dawn! Note: he didn't make any public announcement but he did go around telling certain people he's close to. Everyone in Hell Towers was invited directly. Anyone who saw him tell Weasel about his birthday is welcome to drop in, as are certain botcast who might be around Dancitron~. Tag yourself in!
FORMAT: everything, as you please
Of all the places he might have dreamed he would be by the time he was twenty...this was not even remotely on the map.
But Alastair was determined to make the most of it. It was getting close to his one-year anniversary of being in the City, and he had enough friends gathered around him to help make this night the best night in a long time. Dressed in his tightest leather pants and a slinky shirt with a low collar, he lounged against the railing overlooking the dance floor at Dancitron. If this club wasn't enough, there were a hundred others around the city, but he preferred to be here. Just in case he might run into other Imports. Certain Other Imports. For now, he was just glad to be with his "family," and his friends, prepared to cut lose and drop all inhibitions for the night. Everything was on the table.