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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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[gerding]

Though she'd arrived a bit late, Gertie was good a drunk by now, thanks; it wasn't a party if she didn't down copious amounts of vodka as quickly as possible, that was her opinion. And if something in the back of her head was trying to tell her to be cautious, reminding her of what happened LAST time she was drunk around Murdock, that was easily ignored, especially in the face of approaching leg-waxing.

She tottered up behind Bianca and Cassia, clutching her purse with one hand and rooting around in it with the other. Finally, she came up with what she wanted- a tube of lipstick the same bright red color that she was currently wearing. "Whoever's not first for hairless is first for make overs," she said with a giggle, waving the lipstick around hazily.

[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]

Evan had been silently observing the chaos, assessing the situation. His findings were such: in front of them were a ton of scantily clad and liquored up women, who demanded they dress up to get any play.

Evan has spent enough time being associated with theater (thanks Cygna) to be comfortable enough in his sexuality to do this.

"Varletti's just jealous because I'm prettier than him. No amount of Cabaret can cover that, my friend." He paused and turned to the cute blonde who was hogging the bottles. "So what do I need to do to get some of that." He was very clearly talking about the bottles. Very clearly.

[whynded]

Now Cassia was crouched by her bag of corsets and fishnets, still very obviously hogging the bottles that Evan was talking about. Looking up when he motioned at her and the bottles, she grabbed a light blue corset and fishnets, tossing them to him, then looking at Janelle, who she'd handed the Veet over to a few minutes ago, because when you looked at it, only someone who was sober could perform that, or risk getting waxed in areas that the boys didn't want to be waxed in.

"Wear those." She giggled, popping open the Absolut again and taking a very unladylike swig from it before sitting up straight, and setting the bottle on the floor. "And get your legs waxed. And then you get all the booze you want," she said, making an attempt to tempt him by waving the bottle she was holding around. Crossing her legs, she leaned back on her hands, smirking in a very unCassia-like way.

[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.

He made his way through the chaos, outright refusing the waxing and cabaret costume offers. His mind was already forming a plan of action. Cassia first, since she was the most out-of-character. It even shocked Christian to see her in lingerie - he felt it wrong to think she looked hot. Then, after Cassia, Gertie - just so she won't do something she'll regret. After all, Murdock was around.

Grabbing Cassia by the arm, Christian said, as clearly as he could muster, "Um, Cass - maybe we should get you out of here,"

[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!"

She pressed a drink into his hand by way of greetings and attempted to guide him on a tour. "I'm Bianca and this is my apartment. Over here, we have the bar. It's very well-stocked, to be sure! And this way..." What was that way? It took her a moment to figure out just where she was, her orientation obviously being a bit off. "The living room! If dancing is your thing, I think this is probably the best room. Though the bathroom floors are marble and I love the clicking heels sound in there."

Her gaze wandered to his feet and an almost comical frown formed on her face. "You don't have heels on! Don't worry...." What was his name? "...darling. We can fix that!"

[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..."

[sisterandkeeper]

Janelle, as has been previously stated, was in charge of the waxing/hair removal thanks to her sobriety.

Her current victim was Evan, who did not look happy to be down to his boxers while she lathered his legs with Veet. Troy would probably not be happy, either, if he knew, but he wasn't here and thank God for that. That would be more embarrassing than what the boys were going through.

When she was finished, she instructed Evan to stay put and not move, because if he got any of that cream on fabrics, it would stain and cause fading.

After she'd washed her hands, she handed Evan a beer, rather gamely considering how much she disapproved of drinking.

"That wasn't so hard, was it? Now all you have to do is wait five minutes." there was that faux-sweetness again, undermined by the mischief in her eyes.

"Who's the next vi-olunteer, girls?"

And no, she was not talking to Cassia or Bianca.

[whenyoucallme]

Over the years, Alejandro had worn a lot of weird things. Animal costumes at the Zoo. Dresses. A speedo and a sandwich board. A suit made entirely of astroturf. A pair of gold briefs straight out of Rocky Horror. All of these outfits? Had been worn in public.

But no one had ever, ever asked to Veet his legs. Makeup? Fine. Corsets? Fine. But the idea of waxing made him hesitate.

Then it occurred to him: he was already there. If he refused? He'd be backing down, and he was the boss of the jungle, baby. You showed weakness, the pack would cast you down.

"You can wax me next." Alejandro said, plopping down next to Janelle. "Need the pants to come off, or should I just roll 'em up?" Yeah. Because Al really needed a reason to strip. Given how young she was, though... well, for once, Al was willing to hesitate before shedding clothes.

[reallyaprincess]

"I think rolling up will be fine," Bianca replied, sitting down next to Janelle, bottle of tequila still in hand. "Unless, of course, you want the entire package hairless. In that case, boy do Cassia and I have the right outfit for you!" Spanky pants! Maybe someone would be a taker after all.

She pulled open another box, revealing even more Veet, and waggled her eyebrows at him. "Do you want to apply on your own, or do you need a little help?"

Obviously the full effects of the alcohol were taking hold. She was willing to remove the hair of strangers and possibly even share her tequila. That had to count for something!