Anti-VD Party of Doooooommmm!

[d_carabas]

Who: Dylan Hurst [The Miller's Son], a bunch of Village musicians, performance artists, regular artists, random people Dylan knows, maybe random people off the street, and YOU (i.e. - wide open to anyone and everyone)
When: 9:30 PM and onward
Where: A converted warehouse in the Village, Dylan gave the address over the Compendiums a few days ago

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[unbearded]

The feeling was definitely somewhat stronger as Dylan neared, but Devin wasn't drunk or inexperienced with these things. It'd been a long time in this lifetime, and so long in all of the others. "You know, a lot of men have that reaction," she quipped wryly, taking a long drink of her scotch while hopefully the guy recovered.

"Gonna hurl?" she couldn't resist asking, leaning closer and speaking up to be heard over the music. "Point that way if you're gonna hurl."

[d_carabas]

"A lot of men hurl in your presence?" That may not have been the reaction Devin had been going for, but that was the first thing that popped into Dylan's alcohol-soaked mind. He finally managed to get the dizzying feeling under control and straightened to see the goth chick standing next to him. She wasn't bad looking or anything; he didn't understand why anyone would hu-- oh she was a Tale. Duh.

"Sorry, just wasn't expecting that sensation to come on so suddenly," he finished, lamely. He'd invited other Tales to this thing, he really should have been expecting it. "Um, I'm Dylan. Welcome to my party?"

[unbearded]

"It's happened once or twice," Devin said flippantly; she might've been lying. She might not have been. It didn't really matter much, really. She had this unsettling, creepy vibe to her sometimes that she blamed on the Tale. Because, of course, she didn't have a freaky blue beard this time around; something else had to keep people uneasy.

"It happens," she added, shrugging a shoulder and taking another drink. "I'm Devin. Good party," she observed. "Anyone else here that I might know?" Of course, the Tale thing was weird to bring up in public. They all had their ways of beating around that bush, though.

[d_carabas]

"Uh, not that I know of?" Fortunately, Dylan's inebriated state let him slide without really noticing Devin's creepy vibe. At least, not yet. "You're the first person I've seen tonight, but I'm glad you're enjoying yourself." And that was actually sincere. Dylan, despite his lack of motivation and slacker ways, always wanted to please. He'd been doing his damnedest lately to get along with other members of the Tale community but it tended to require a bit more effort than he was used to putting in.

"Nice to meet you though. You, ah, one of the Europeans or... newer?" He really didn't know how to ask about her Tale, and normally wouldn't out of courtesy, but that was one of those things that had gone by the wayside after his second or third shot of tequila.

[unbearded]

Devin, at least, looked somewhat amused at Dylan. Whether it was his words or just him that was funny, she wasn't sure. There wasn't anything different about him, he seemed like just a normal guy. "French," she told him, with a nod, finishing off that glass quickly and turning back to get another one fixed.

Leaning slightly closer so she didn't have to yell it out - because it was supposed to be somewhat secret and everything - she told him, "Bluebeard." Devin wasn't the type to skirt around who she was. It was dumb to try to hide it.

"Hey, do some shots with me," she half-invited, half-demanded.

[d_carabas]

More shots? Dylan wasn't sure he was up for it, but hell, he could try. "Kay," he mumbled in response, then, "Bluebeard? That's the one with the key and the locked room?" Because, really, that's all Dylan knew about it. He hadn't been exactly familiar with fairy tales prior to his own awakening and he definitely wasn't familiar with some of the more obscure ones. "Hey, I'm French too." It just registered on him, "Do we have a new assistant librarian yet?"