MOJITO NIGHT ☼ open log

[smokingmurder]

WHO: All who wish to attend!

WHAT: MOJITO NIGHT at Somnifery

WHERE: Via Argine Calopinace & Via Paolo Pelicano
WHEN: 9.00 pm to 5.00 am - October 3 [ Day 144 ]

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[fogliadacero]

Dressed nicely for a girl who bragged that she could keep up with the boys, Kaede wasn't sure what she was doing here...again...but she had nothing better to do, and she needed to get out. Maybe she'd run into Soiree and Lulu there, maybe not. In any case, she told herself she could stand to meet new people anyway.

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[lust_shaker]

Of course, Millia remembered the advertisement for the club. She was still relatively new in the city, and there's been no order for her to act. She saw no problem in enjoying herself while she could. It was the sort of escape she'd been looking for, though now her alibi as a model was a bit flawed thanks to one particular man.

The blonde dressed casually for the evening, wearing her animate hair in a braid to her knees, her typical bang hanging down in front of her face.

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[fogliadacero]

Of course, Kaede could have gone straight for the Monacello VIP lounge, but she wasn't really one to limit herself to one place or one particular group of people. There were far to many interesting characters to watch outside of the family to be so discriminating.

So she stayed out on the main level, near the entrance, people watching. Pretending as if she were waiting for someone to arrive.

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[lust_shaker]

At the time, the club didn't seem too populated. Plenty of people, sure, but still ample space to walk around without risk of spilling one's drink, or stepping on the wrong person's shoes. Fortunately, neither were Millia's issue, but staggering was.

Innocently enough, Millia took a bad step in her heels and one snapped (rare as it is), sending her to a knee, her arm pushing against the back of another woman's legs. "My ahpologiez." she spoke, her Russian accent showing through as she remained on her knee, slipping her other shoe off.

[jackel_san]

In one of his better suits, Akabane surveyed his surroundings.

Having come back to Reggio Calabria and finding that most of his contacts were missing or dead was rather disconcerting, and he had only come to this night to see if he could attempt to find some more.

The crowd was rather pressing, and he kept a hold to his hat. Perhaps he should orient to find someone he knew, or simply wait until someone found him.

Well, perhaps the latter. It was a better position for watching, after all.

[salvationdenied]

Brian paid for valet parking. Not because he trusted them with his baby, but because it was the thing you did when attending this sort of event.

He stepped out of the car, leaving it running, and after talking to the man dressed in a suit that was probably three times more expenstive than what he was wearing, made his way to the passenger side, opening the car for his.. date.

That was the word, wasn't it? Even if they were just friends, it was a date. Grinning at his train of thought, he gestured, boldly, at the club, offering his arm.

"Come on. Let's get shitfaced."

Classy, Brian. Classy.

[dolcezzamacabra]

Copious amounts of concealer had made Rhode's outfit possible, and she was very glad she could step out of the car without glancing around to see what reaction people were having to her marks. It was something she enjoyed hiding; an illusion of the perfection she'd had before her unfortunate run-in with the jealous doctor. It would heal eventually. She just didn't want to deal with waiting.

"Shitfaced?" She accepted Brian's arm with a smile, momentarily thankful that any family's members would be allowed into this club and to the bar without an ID. It was nice to be free of a purse, and walking into the club through the main door would make anyone feel rather special. "I'd rather just get drunk and still feel pretty while I'm at it."

A night out was just the distraction she needed, Rhode decided, savoring the darkened atmosphere and the pulse of the music.