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]

[d_carabas]

Dylan waited for a lull in the conversation to stagger out of his chair and over to the 'bar'. He wanted a beer, something to chase the burning taste of the tequila that was still lingering at the back of his throat. Just out of coincidence, he chose to walk up right next to where Devin was standing and was suddenly overcome with the reeling, dizzying feeling of tale-sense. Dylan wasn't so far gone that he didn't know what the sensation was, but it seemed to only be enhanced by his state of drunkenness. Gasping, he clutched the edge of the table and waited for the room to stop spinning before he could do anything else.

[unbearded]

[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?"