[Party Log] Here We Go
Jessie is waiting for tomatoes to land on her head.
Sorry.
By the way, some of the descriptions are left vague so that everyone can insert their bits of creativity in. =)
NOTE:
I have been getting questions about this so here goes:
This log is set in an artificial time frame. Which basically means that this log will forever be at SEPT 5 until the party is over which will be ended by Itachi himself (he will probably be the last one to leave with a drunk Sasuke in tow). So unless you are like Iruka/Ibiki who had intentionally set a log that is concurrent to this day (do I make sense?), it should be fine.
Ping me on AIM or MSN if you want to ask anything else.
<3 (I feel like a semi mod now)
Itachi parked his car at the basement and locked it before pocketing his car keys. Adjusting the collar of his black dress shirt with his long and slender fingers, he proceeded to an obscure room at the far end. The door had been painted the same colour as the walls and thus unless one looked hard, he would not be able to know its existence. In any case, Itachi pulled open the door by the similarly painted handle to meet with another door - this time made of glass. Beside the door was a squarish looking machine and Itachi punched in the password onto the key pad and a mechanical voice prompted him to place his chin at the chin rest. The Uchiha duly followed the instructions and a few laser detections later, the glass doors parted for him to enter.
Now Itachi was facing a long, seemingly never ending carpeted corridor. There were several doors leading to rooms of the other members of the management. He passed by his own which said Events Advisor and decided not to enter. He didn’t have much time before the party started and he had to check how the preparations were going.
Finally reaching the end of the corridor, he opened another similarly unimpressive door to reach the reception area of the building. The door opened itself right behind the reception counter which was to the left of the main entrance. Official working hours had ended, so the usually occupied reception counter was empty except for lingering traces of the large amount of perfume these fake smiling receptionists wear. In front of the wooden counter stood several sets of black, comfortable sofas and coffee tables clients who were waiting at the area. In the middle of the whole level stood a glass table and on top of it a huge vase of freshly arranged flowers.
Itachi walked towards the centre of the level, stepping on the polished marble floor and letting his footsteps echo through the first level of the building while silently wondering whether the security personnel for the party had arrived yet.
He decided to not wait idly and proceeded to the huge red-carpeted staircase which were behind the flowers(and looked as though they took more than half of the length of the room) with patterned bronze railings to check on the other levels. Turning left at the separating which had a surreal picture hanging on the wall, he found himself at another row of corridors.
The first door to his right would be the dining area. It was a popular hangout among the escorts and management. He opened the door to the aroma of food kept warm by metal plates. Actually, the food was more than warm - they were steaming hot. Itachi’s assistant had asked him whether he wanted to get a chef into the dining area and Itachi rejected the offer because he had guessed that besides Hinata’s partner, Naruto, and some hungry escorts, there wouldn’t be much people at the area and it would thus be a waste to have an in house chef. But he kept that idea in his head, the next time the Company could have their Annual General Meeting over dinner since there was a nice dining table in the middle of the room.
He closed the door to the first room and proceeded to the next with a nice classy sign that said Lounge. Itachi opened the door gently, wary that the band might be practicing. The soothing jazz music that came through the door confirmed his suspicion. When the band saw him, they nodded at him in recognition as they continued their practice at the far end of the room on an elevated platform which could be scarcely called a stage. This band, The Way, had been one of Itachi’s personal favorites for lounging music and had been employed by him in several occasions. He took in the comforting surroundings and decided that that would be where he would be spending his time that day besides perhaps returning to his office. To the left of the stage was a small bar and the bartender, upon noticing the Events Advisor was around,saluted a greeting. Besides the row of higher chairs lining the bar, there were also stylish tables with comfortable arm chairs for loungers to relax to the music. The sole waitress that was employed for the event was touching up the place and she greeted Itachi with a respectful Mr Uchiha when she noticed him and Itachi only gently nodded his head in acknowledgment. He walked towards the tinted floor-to ceiling-windows and looked out at the setting sun, admiring the sunset for a short while before leaving the room.
The room up ahead was the cigar room and Itachi decided not to enter it due to the lack of time and the fact that he needed to check out a few other more essential places. Plus, he had faith in his trusty assistant. He made the same conclusion about the other rooms on that side of the Estate and backtracked to the staircase, approaching the door on the right side of the stairway which he came from.
The clubbing area of this Estate is probably the most popular part of the Estate (beside the private rooms perhaps) and Itachi knew that he had to please the unhappy employees. His inner voice questioned why he was doing all this anyway and he had to remind himself the true reason why he was at the Dickey’s.
Music pounded in his ears when he entered the soundproof room (then again, all the rooms in this estate were) - the DJ, with his headphones on and seemingly mesmerized, was testing out his system. Itachi was once again reacquainted with the reasons why he didn’t like clubs. The spiraling and flickering party lights were beginning to give him a headache. He took a quick peep at the well stocked bar and ace bartender (Not Obito) who winked at him rather seductively. Itachi made a mental note not to stay at the bar if he ever entered the club area again. He took a quick look at the fairly spacey dance floor making a quick exit through the door.
Taking some time to recover from the lights and sound, he proceeded upstairs to the private rooms section. On paper these private rooms are for business negotiations and small scale meetings but most of time these rooms are used , to put it crudely, - for sex. Again the staircase separated and another drawing stood at wall of the separation, to the left were the normal rooms and the right the fun rooms. There wasn’t much time to check out every single room, so Itachi decided to take a selection. He took a left turn and entered into the third room down the corridor. A thing to note about these rooms was that, the doors were kept open if these rooms were unoccupied and would close immediately upon occupation. It was a precaution for any, intruders into whatever that was going on in the rooms.
Normal rooms tend to be of approximately similar set up just that the colour scheme varied- a huge king size bed, dressing tables stocked with essentials, bathroom, bed side tables with lamps and floor to ceiling windows with long curtains. Some of them had closets but it wouldn’t matter anyway.
Itachi didn’t have many suggestions about the rooms because he knew that the design didn’t matter - nobody in that state matter about how the room looked like anyway. But nonetheless, there were still little decorations here and there that his assistant included and Itachi had to say that it was pretty tastefully done. Before leaving the room, Itachi pulled out the bedside drawer to make sure it was properly stocked with condoms (trust that assistant of his to include various types of them) and lubricants.
He wanted to move to check out the other rooms especially the fun rooms to make sure all the equipment was present but there were sounds coming from downstairs indicated human presence. So Itachi had to draw his inspection to a close.
Putting his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he walked down the wide staircase in the classic Uchiha style.
The party is going to start.