Stone age love and strange sounds, too

[hexyoutotuesday]

Who: EVERYONE. NEW PEOPLE, OLD PEOPLE, THIS IS THE PERFECT TIME FOR EVERYONE TO MEET. RANDOM CR EVERYWHERE.
When: Friday night! The show starts at 7:30, but the doors have been open since noon. The party ends at 6am, after morning sirens. Tag yourself in whenever!
Where: Purgatory! Gabriel and Jinx's cabaret night club in Sector 5.
Summary: IT'S A

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Bartending Like a Boss also | Open to All | Any Time

[thecrowingtobe]

He didn't get any of it. He didn't know any of the people that were playing tonight other then the shows in between of the people Jinx had hired already. The figures that were singing? Yeah, no, he just didn't get it. Not bad music though, he supposed. Seeing Jinx in that weird costume?.... not bad, but we're not going to talk about that.

Claudio was pushed into ripped jeans and a band shirt that he felt fit far too tightly, but,... it was tonights uniform, for the most part. The theme was strange to him but it was comfortable. Well, other then the being too tight.

He was behind the bar tonight though, putting in extra hours for the show and all. It wasn't too bad, having most the staff on tonight, so the job didn't seem too busy. Plenty of workers around to deal with everything.

He? He was wiping down a counter or cleaning a glass or passing a beer off to someone or something. You want a drink? Just someone to chat at? You taking a break or need to ask a question? Yeah, come in and say something.

waitressing | open

[azarathmetrion]

[Raven's eyes feel like they're permanently rolled right now -- Jinx being a prima donna is hardly anything new to her, and the general pop culture assholery of her boyfriend isn't much of a surprise, either, and of course, she has no idea what the hell kind of music this is supposed to be, so she's simply getting her job done as usual.

She might arrive at your table, asking you in a deadpan what you'd like, with a tray floating alongside her as usual.

Alternatively, you could just flag her down.]

[azarathmetrion]

[She nods over at him, a little bit brusquely -- it's still moderately embarrassing to be seen in these clothes.]

Funnily enough, I never seem to be able to forget. Did you want a table?

[atrumcanis]

[He probably isn't supposed to be here. Oh, yeah, Gabriel said he could be here, unofficially, and encouraged it--and Sirius would have come no matter what, because who cares about rules and stepping on toes or any of it. Not that he's doing what Gabriel said. But he's here anyway.

And he has a drink. And it's a fairly good drink, not as good as one of his own creation, but he'll drink it anyway. He leans against a wall in a darkish bit of the room, observing--reluctant to show that he's enjoying this at all. But how can he not, this is the best sort of music and the best sort of party and it's almost like being at home.

Jack is meant to meet him here, but he's not particularly focused--he's just watching the stage, smiling faintly.]

[cowboy_newsie]

[He doesn't like Jinx very much, and he actively dislikes Gabriel. He's mildly fond of seventies music-- but really, he'd rather not mingle within crowds.

And frankly, this is all giving him flashbacks of the Mistletoe Incident.

But Sirius wants to go, and so Jack is here, his hands in his pockets, sticking to the perimeter of the building. he's pleased Sirius has at least found a dark corner in which to lurk.]

Wotcher, mate, ain't that what you bastards say?

[atrumcanis]

[Sirius grins at the sound of Jack's voice, and turns about to find him. There he is, familiar as ever, and he brightens just at the sight of him.]

Wotcher, yeah, only don't pronounce it so well. Allow yourself the luxury of laziness.

[He would be reminded of the Mistletoe Incident as well, if he were allowing himself to think of it. Which he isn't.]

Isn't it brilliant!

[cowboy_newsie]

Yeah.

[And he means it, he does.]

What're they playin'?

[limitedrun]

He'll be damned. (Like he wasn't already.) Griffin couldn't believe that Gabriel actually pulled off the insane and impossible stunt of getting the real Runaways in their prime. Of course, they weren't real. The archangel was cheating. That didn't stop Griffin from jumping up and down with the rest of the crowd, the music and atmosphere eventually punching through his stoic exterior. He actually looked like a normal young guy having fun at a rock concert. This was only the second he had been to. He didn't get into it until about halfway through the set, too busy trying to avoid any familiar eyes. But The Runaways had a particularly nostalgic tug for him and he couldn't resist the raw guitar and bass

[terminates]

[ Despite any and all encouragement, he doesn't exactly mingle with the crowd so much as he maneuvers them. Dressed in dark, yet not entirely formal clothing, he lingers from the earlier hours towards the latter part of the evening, observing more than anything else.

It wouldn't do for a man his age to 'jive' with the younger generation, after all, would it? ]

[hexyoutotuesday]

[Speaking of the younger generation? There's suddenly one in front of him, dressed head to toe in lingerie, and holding out a freshly poured glass of wine. Jinx looks at him, smirking, brow quirked. Her hips are thrown off to the side in a manner that definitely notes he's not getting away.]

Carmel Vintage. I keep it in stock for Daddy, but I can't find him tonight. So, I guess you could say I'm pawning it off on the next old man I see.

[terminates]

[ The most subtle of smiles tilts the corner of his mouth, ironic yet amused as he accepts the proffered glass. ]

As long as you don't make a habit of it.

[ If he wasn't recognizable before, the voice should be telling enough. ]

[hexyoutotuesday]

[Oh, she recognizes him all right, But she's not about to make a big deal of it. Nope, she's just giving a customer some expensive wine on the house.]

I pride myself in being unpredictable, but I seem to have a thing for getting older men drunk. It's my calling card.

[Chuckling, she leans down to adjust one of her garters, tugging up the stocking.]