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The warehouse Ringo had picked out really was the best one of the lot: everything was intact and reasonably clean, just empty. The ground floor had a huge empty area that Dante had immediately claimed as the site of their party. Between him (and okay fine, his StuCo experience) and Ringo, they'd gotten a sound system set up and repurposed a minifridge or two for drinks. Dante was a little sketchy on where they'd gotten the cooler from, but between those three things and the stuff that didn't need to be cold, he figured they were full up on booze and soda.

He'd dragged Ada in to pretty up the place: glitter and shiny lights and all that stuff. (There was even a big, glittery WELCOME BACK sign now.)

Ringo had sent around the invites. Dante had finally let Anders know there was a party in his name that afternoon.

All set.

[[ ANDERS' WELCOME BACK PARTY. If you think Ringo got you an invite, you did. If you think your character heard about the party through the grapevine, they did. ~~wait for the~~ ocd is up! up early 'cause party, la. ]]

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Show up. Admire all the sparklies.

No food at this one, but there's certainly a lot of ~~moddable~~ drinks, both alcoholic and non. Dante has mostly tried to keep his strawberry booze to himself, but there's probably a bunch of that in there...

It's the inside of an abandoned warehouse. Of course there are shadows.

It's Dante controlling the sound system, so expect a mixture of thumping EDM, guitars, and thumping EDM with guitars, but he's trying not to let it go too loud.

Edited 2016-07-06 07:13 (UTC)

If you haven't caught them anywhere else.

Dante was wandering around a lot, perpetually with a drink in his hand. Parties were good, yo.

When he pings in. He is the star of the party, of course.

Since he'd missed the welcome picnic, this was Hyacinthe's first real social gathering. As such, he'd dressed for the occasion in his Prince of Travelers finest. If he'd known everyone a little better, he might have worn his bright vest without the underlying shirt, but there was always later in the evening for that.

He was a bit taken aback by the glittery sign and the loud thumping of the music. The fiddles and fifes and drums of Night's Doorstep had nothing on this. But he was nothing if not flexible--dirty--and more than willing to take whatever the night threw at him.

...Definitely dirty.

"Hey, Hyacinthe," Dante called, once he had a spare moment to swing by, bottle in hand. "Welcome. You wanna drink?"

He lifted the bottle. (It was vodka.)

"You need to ask?" Hya asked, giving Dante a bright grin and a slow once over. "I was suckled on the Cockerel's best red, drinking before I could toddle." He cocked his head at the bottle; clear spirits were not much known in Terre D'Ange. "Is that joie?" he asked, giving it his best guess.

Dante snickered. (He was wearing the corset-thing again, because his first paycheck was only showing up like, this week. He'd get something else later.) "I'll bet you were," he said, because fuck if that didn't sound dirty.

He poured some of the drink into a red cup and offered it to him. "No idea what joie is," he said, mispronouncing it, "But this is vodka."

And because Hyacinthe liked Dante, he wasn't even going to wince at the mangled pronunciation. Besides, Shemhazai only knew how badly he was abusing Cruithne. Err, English.

"Vodka?" he asked, shaking his head. "Not distilled from flowers, I'm guessing?" He didn't know much about joie, had never even tasted it, but he was certain that the flowers that it was made from only grew in Terre D'Ange. And vodka was not an D'Angeline word. That sounded more...Skaldic, most likely?

"I've never heard of this vodka," he said, holding out his hand for the bottle. "You'll need to see to furthering my education, Dante."

Dante passed him the bottle, too, along with the cup. "Always happy to," he said. "I think vodka's made from like, potatoes? It's Russian."

Beat.

"Giant-ass country attached to Europe, I think?"

Between Dante's sketchy grasp of geography in general and Hya's sketchy grasp of geography for his world in particular, they'd be lucky to find common ground at all.

Or, rather, they would if they were actually looking for it. Hya just shrugged and poured this vodka into his cup--trying not to marvel at the cup, like the newest shepherd lad from Kusheth in the City of Elua for the first time--far more interested in the drink than its origins. He took a long draught, the way he would with wine, and nearly spit it back out. He managed to swallow before giving in to his need to cough and sputter, eyes smarting. "Burns!" he croaked.

Dante couldn't hide that snicker even if he'd wanted to, which he didn't. "Sorry," he said. "You don't wanna drink that too fast. Either you slam it back in one go and you enjoy the burn, or you take tiny sips."

He nodded at the cooler. "You want something weaker, there's beer."

"Enjoy the burn?" Hyacinthe asked, clutching his cup more tightly when Dante offered him something weaker "Or simply avoid the taste?"

He would have to see if Phèdre would send him a few bottles from the Cockerel and Anafiel's own stores so he could show these people what a proper drink tasted like.

"A little bit of both," Dante said, snickering. "It tastes like ass but it gets you drunk fast."

"We need to discuss the quality of ass you've been tasting," Hyacinthe said with a smirk. He took a slightly bolder sip, still wrinkling his nose at the taste, but at least managing not to cough.

It was the little victories.

"Not actually my thing, dude," Dante said, grinning. "We also got some vodka that tastes like strawberries. It's pretty good."

If you were into sugary shit.

"Knew you couldn't be perfect," Hya said, laughing. "And real strawberries? Or like those strawberry candies?"

He hadn't been sure just what tat flavor had been, other than overwhelmingly sweet, but it hadn't tasted like any strawberry he'd ever had.

Xanthippe wasn't even sure where she'd heard about this party from. What she was sure of was that she was bored, and that yesterday's class had left her feeling homesick, so she needed a distraction.

So her hair was curled to perfection and she had a little black dress on. She could give this social thing a whirl.

Or just look at the decorations quietly and wonder what this island's whole deal with glitter was.

"I guess mostly that last one," Dante said, shrugging like, what could you do, really? "But going by your face, still better than regular vodka."

"Hey there," Dante called. Had he spoken to her before? If so, he could barely remember. Whatever. She was getting greeted anyway. "Welcome to the party. You know Anders?"

Not that it mattered if she did, exactly.

"Then let me finish this cup," Hyacinthe declared because like hell was he going to waste perfectly good alcohol, even if it tasted terrible. "And then you can show me this strawberry concoction of yours. And you can introduce me to other drinks, since I'm certain most of what I'm familiar with won't be appearing here."

He'd never had tequila, Dante. Or rum. It was a tragedy.

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