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[reallyaprincess]

Who: Bianca (Princess Badroulbadour), Cassia (Princess from The Goose-Girl), Erin (Michael Darling), Anyone Else Who Wants To Come!
When: Around 8pm, Saturday evening
Where: Bianca's apartment
What: A Parisian Cabaret themed party to celebrate returning home and an apartment remodel.
Rating: To be safe, we'll go with R. Drunk girls and all...

Bianca,

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[thatrapscallion]

"Alright, boys - it's showtime."

Murdock announced this to his loyal mantourage - plus secret weapon Christian - in the hallway outside Bianca's apartment with the grin of a true showman. With a flourish he held up a small object - a key to Bianca's apartment - complete with the necessary eye-waggles to make sure that assumptions were made as to why he had said key. Listening to the squeals and revelry within, he turned and unlocked the door, pushing it open dramatically.

"Ladies!" he called enthusiastically, stepping into the apartment with arms spread wide in greeting. "The entertainment has arrived!"

[sisterandkeeper]

"Yes it has," Janelle's smile upon seeing the boys was sweetly evil. As the sober one, it was up to her to explain the requirements Murdock et al had to meet before they would be allowed to stay.

"We've been looking forward to the can-can number all night so far. We expect high kicks and silky legs. And sexy. We want sexy, gentlemen. This is cabaret."

Smirking, she held up one of the outfits Cassia had put together.

"These are for you."

[greatintights]

Booze, boobs, and holding Erin down so she didn't shank a bitch -- yes, it was a fairly typical night out for Theodore Phillips.

Following Murdock's lead into the apartment, he let out an appreciative whistle; whoever said tale girls didn't go all out was CLEARLY some form of Wonderlander, because from what he could see? The view was bitching. Well, bitching right up until the moment he caught a look at something that belonged on some homo stripper (or, preferably, Jessica Alaba). "Fuck, no." Theo was not dressing up in some gay boy girlie outfit, thank you. Not now, not ever. He was a pimp, and was pretty positive that Kanye would disapprove of his number one fan in a corset.

Though moods were always considerably brightened when River, his number one fan from a certain Neverland, was without most of her clothing. "Fuck, yes." And ignoring Janelle with a dismissive wave (he trusted Murdock would satisfy her cross-dressing needs), he smoothly moved over to his former Indian Princess. "River, light of my life, princess of my past,

[whynded]

[thatrapscallion]

Oh boy. These women did not seem quite as surprised by their arrival as he had expected, which means Cassia had squealed and they'd had time to plan. This could be potentially dangerous, but Murdock was not dismayed: when blocked by Janelle and her wardrobe selection, he flashed his most brilliant smile. "Cabaret, you say? I think we can accomodate that! After all, Al prefers states of half-nudity, Theo has a longstanding history of wearing tights, and Evan, well," he deftly turned to regard Evan from the girls' side of the battlefield, like a used car salesman making his pitch. "Frankly, he already sort of looks like a woman, doesn't he?"

Clearly keen to maintain his momentum, Murdock snatched up a bowler hat from the costume pile and spun it onto his own head with a flourish. "And clearly I was born to play the Emcee!" With all the theatricality of his nature, Murdock began to belt out the opening to the Cabaret tune Willcommen, while stepping through the present girls as evasively as possible.

"Willcommen! Bienvenue! Welcome!

[whynded]

[reallyaprincess]

To say Bianca was tipsy would be an understatement. She was pretty far gone at this point, as evidenced by her lack of dress, tumbled disarray of curls (now sans feather), and the bottle of tequila she now kept as a constant companion. Still, you could say the girl was born to walk in heels because, even though she may be seeing two of everyone, she was still on her feet.

As to where Cass was ushering her, she wasn't exactly sure, but she headed that was, a blank look on her face. Had someone patted her butt? She was still pondering that question, but at Cassia's mention of hairlessness, she perked up.

"Yes! Hairless!" She looked around for the Veet, even though all the labels ran together. "Who's up first, boys?"

[gerding]

[wentupthehill]

Several bottles of something or another later, and Aura was feeling quite pleasant with what was going on. And there were even boys that showed up and distracted everyone from her having to sing. And they were going to make them dress up. That was something she should have totally thought up. With her hand around some bottle, she kind of half stumbled towards the group of people.

"Ooh! Make overs? I want to help! I can do.. uh. uh.. getting them into corsets? And uh.. hair.. maaaybe," she had clearly had too much and that meant she was stumbling over just about everything that was in her path.

[thetomcat]

[whynded]

[gaddingabout]

What the HELL did he get himself into?

It was immediately the thought in Christian's mind as soon as he entered Bianca's apartment with Murdock's "mantourage", and saw the... party in progress. It would've usually been a great sight for a guy like him - the loud music, the drinks a-plenty, the drunk, half-naked girls, but when two of those girls were two of his closest friends, Christian found himself almost getting a heart attack. They knew GUYS were going to come and Cassia, in particular, decides to start stripping right then and there? And Gertie was already drunk? He shouldn't be surprised about the latter, but fucking hell

[reallyaprincess]

Well this just was NOT going to do! If Bianca Bredoteau knew one thing, it was that she was the epitome of style. But second on her list of things she knew was that she threw a fabulous party! Her soirées were legendary. And for someone to enter and want to exit right away? Well that was a slight to Bianca herself. And she was having none of that!

"Well hello there!" Bianca exclaimed in the tone one might use on a puppy. In fact, it was the very tone she often used on hers. But it what she considered her friendliest, not fully realising it was scary more than anything. "What have we here! Someone I don't fully know

[gaddingabout]

Bianca's greeting almost had Christian backing away, but thankfully it was only enough to have him shiver a little - it sounded exactly like his great grandmother when she greeted him on his 7th birthday. Memories like that? Difficult to erase.

And what seems to be the humiliation coming his way is another memory that would be painful to even handle. He tried to refuse the drink, and constantly mumbled "No, really, it's ok," throughout his mini-tour. It still yielded a possibility of wearing heels, however.

Oh no. There is no way he's going to wear heels, even when in the middle of a drunken crowd. He has his manliness to maintain!

"No, thanks. I don't think you'd want to fix my feet, not yet. My feet, they're too big. And not delicate, or whatever adjective you call it now. Maybe you'd want to fix Murdock's first, you know? Since he's our leader and all..."