Impromptu Party

[devils_bargain]

WHO: Dorian and EVERYONE!
WHEN: 9 pm.
WHERE: 7th Floor, First Room. Expect it to spill out into the nearby lounge.
WHAT: A PARTY. Dorian misses the parties he used to throw, and frankly he could use a good day, so come party with Dorian Grey like it's 1890!
WARNINGS: Uh. There's gonna be booze. And lots of people. And probably they're gonna annoy

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[453gof_flesh]

Clapet hasn't been to a party in a long, long time. But, hey, if some English ponce wanted to invite him to one, it'd make a nice change to frowning at the very idea of his warden. So he's there, sipping at wine and studying people whilst looking particularly French.

Good way to figure people out, if nothing else.

[devils_bargain]

Dorian was now occupying himself by fulfilling his role as host and was making a circuit of the room. He made it over this way and found a new face. Dorian was, at this point in the party, flushed and smiling with drink.

"Hello," he said, placing a hand on the man's forearm, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Dorian..." A pause while he waits for the mans name, but then he looks into the man's wine glass, and adds, "Have you got enough wine?"

[453gof_flesh]

Clapet looks over with a smile, but gives him a generous smile, "Jean-Claude and... you can never have enough wine, correct?"

He drains what was left in his glass, "Nice to meet you, by the way."

[devils_bargain]

"You are absolutely correct, Jean-Claude..." Smiling, Dorian leaned to pick up the nearest open bottle of wine, and murmured, "Tell me when."

He began to pour out some wine into his glass, waiting to be told to stop.

[453gof_flesh]

Clapet waved his hand idly, "When." He then gave Dorien a slight look up and down, "Shoud I ask what century we owe this particular... party to?" He was a little skeptical about all these people from different points in time, but equally curious.

"It's a good party, I have to say."

[devils_bargain]

Dorian stopped pouring then and smiled. It was clear Dorian was several drinks in and was well and thoroughly having a good time.

"The nineteenth," he said with a delighted laugh, "This is nothing. The parties I used to have were far superior. Perhaps my favorite featured musicians with tribal instruments. The air was alive that night..."

Dorian remembered it vividly, the low throbbing beat of the music, the half naked bodies moving and dancing and drinking till dawn.