Mille 011 - KICKING OFF THE 20'S THE RIGHT WAY!

[prettyhazknight]

Who: Mille AND THE WHOLE OF SOMARIUM
Where: MAMA MILLE'S SPEAKEASY
Style: I'll open this in third but everything else will be in first!
Status: OPEN TO ALL MILLE'S VICTIMS...I mean

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The Bar

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[katona_sziv]

[As much as Elizaveta enjoyed traveling, long rides on the train never agreed with her. It always made her a bit irritable, a bit tired and just a tad bit restless. Even though getting to Serenity's mansion was easy enough after arriving at the station, she hadn't wanted to impose anymore than she had to on the gracious woman who already had other plans that night but had invited her to come along despite that. She hadn't really been feeling up to rubbing shoulders with the high society crowd - she'd have to do plenty of that in the next upcoming days anyway, and politely declined

[prettyhazknight]

[Now it just wouldn't do for anyone to be left alone in Mama's place. Which is the perfect reason to head on over and steal something from behind the bar to pop into that pretty mouth. Humming in satisfaction, golden eyes turn to the favored guest to look her up then down.

Pretty.

Smiling brightly, the important looking guest gets and arm wrapped around her waist from the lovely flapper that owns the place.]

Well hello there, darling~ I'm Mama Mille. Are you enjoying yourself?

[katona_sziv]

[The arm was certainly unexpected. Elizaveta let out a shocked little gasp almost spilling the drink. Her old tomboy attitude almost came back out to tell the person off but she paused when she realized what the person had said.]

O-oh. Yes, I am thank you for asking. Excuse me for being so jumpy.

Backstage

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[gimme_ur_pants]

[Guess who's been ransacking the entire dressing room for the last 10 minutes?]

AHHH! IT'S GONE! MY TOP IS GONE!!

[prettyhazknight]

[And reliable Mama pops in to see what is going on here!]

Top?

[gimme_ur_pants]

[adadgkadl That surprised her! She knocked down a rack of costumes at Mama's sudden appearance.]

ACK! Mama, you scared me!

[Scrambling to pick up the clothes and to make the rack stand now.]

I can't find my top and the show's starting soon!!

Burlesque~!

[prettyhazknight]

Re: Burlesque~!

[chose_death]

[There is one man who hovers front and center stage, nearly hanging out of his seat in anticipation.

No, it is not Agent Gerald Javert. Don't get excited, folks, and don't die in shock of a surprise heart attack upon envisioning such a sight.

Rather, this man is a regular. He is Naomi Hunter's number one paying customer, with his designer suit pockets overflowing with cash, his balding forehead polished by hundred dollar bills every morning noon and night. Oftentimes he can be spotted with a broad sneer or grin on his face and the most expensive brand of cigar in his hand. He is only caught drinking the highest quality scotch available on the black market.

His name is Richard. And when the ladies high-heel and hip-swing their way onto the stage, he turns into a drooling mouthbreather same as the rest of them.

Except he's a loaded mouthbreather. A man with the power and the clams to hash out.

Better keep on eye on that one, ladies (and gentleman Mama).]

[scientize]

[The beautiful star of Mama Mille's speakeasy is anything but glad to see that shiny balding beacon from the backstage entrance while she completes preparations for her own upcoming act. In fact, her reaction to the man is anything but positive. Naomi's dark eyes roll back immediately just at the sight of him before she huffs in annoyance and stomps off to finish her hair.

Richard may be in possession of more scratch than the beautiful woman would ever know what to do with, but he was a creepy mouthbreather and a complete flat tire. If it wasn't for his obvious mob connections and the expensive gifts he showered on her nearly every week, Naomi would have dropped him a long time ago.]

General Mingling

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[prettyhazknight]

[Well here's someone who is sure to catch Mille's eye. Why? Because it's someone who is breathing and there. Gender doesn't matter and neither do looks. Everyone is fair game!

So Mama is just going to sliiiiiiiide on over and sit down at the table. The sudden appearance is like magic!]

Hello, dear~ How's the food?

PIANO MAN

[stickinmypants]

[What's a bar/club/burlesque/playhouse without some music

[prettyhazknight]

[Awwwww. Mama loves the boy even if he scowls a lot. Which is exactly the reason why Mille is now wrapping his arms around his shoulders and setting a drink on the piano.

Why yes, that's alcohol. Whatever is Gokudera's favorite too.

He likes to give treats for hard workers!]

There you go, dear~

[stickinmypants]

[Gokudera fingers slide across the wrong keys for a second at the unexpected PDA, cigarette almost falling off his lip.

[But then he sees minimal ice floating in the vokda-laced orange juice, just the way he likes it, and he goes back to playing with a twitch and a blush even his highly stylized mop can't hide. Gdit]

Thanks.

[That comes out like a grumble. The drink will cancel out the clingy invasion of his bubble]

[prettyhazknight]

[Mille just loves that blush. It's so cute and honest~]

Honey~ What have I said about smiling?