Midnight masquerade Open to All.

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Who: EVERYONE
When: After Midnight
Where: The Rising Sun
Format: Paragraph, action, etc.
What: A special party held at the rising sun. Dorian has told no one what he's celebrating but all drinks are free as long as you come after midnight with the password. and wearing a mask "Layla" is the password
Warnings: EVERYTHING GOES GUYS! PUT WARNINGS IN YOUR SUBJECT LINES IF YOU GET TOO CRAZY!




[ooc; Everyone can tag into the premade threads or make your own thread at the bottom! This is a party post thread, so thread jacking is cool unless otherwise stated. The only room locked in the club is Dorian's office. And if someone pops that lock they will find a half full goblet of blood on his desk, otherwise it is clean.

He has taken care of rides to wherever drunk people need to go too. And lastly; yes there are condoms in the rooms upstairs, if that is something you want. The Password will have be spoken on with an ad about the party a few days beforehand, it does not matter but the password is Layla. Pretty much tag around and have fun guys~! ]

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UPSTAIRS; THE PINK ROOM

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The room usually lock was open and had cake inside as well. There were waitresses randomly coming up to take orders or making sure the rule of; no sex in the pink room, was still being followed. Otherwise everything was pretty much cool.

This room is quiet enough to have talks without bothering people, or being drowned out.

[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin sat in the room looking like an unpleasant spot of black mould on an otherwise perfect raspberry. While everyone else in the room appeared to be enjoying themselves (a little too much, in Narvin's opinion), Narvin himself was scowling beneath his black full face mask.

He was here for business rather than pleasure, and although the Centauri ambassador's drunken ramblings were currently tedious in the extreme, there was no telling if he might accidentally let slip something useful. So Narvin lurked, nursing a drink while keeping one ear on the conversation at the next table.

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A figure came from no where walking towards Narvin. He held out a large goblet of red wine, why? He liked to be mysterious when he could and this was not the first time he had found Narvin alone in his club.

It was more fun this way.

[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin looked up as the cloaked figure approached. Some of the masked persons in the club he could guess at their identities, but he wasn't sure about this one. The hood of the cloak made the shadows on the face darker, features harder to interpret. He could tell it was a man, though, gracefully built and elegant in motion. There was a nagging sense of familiarity and Narvin was sure that he'd met the person before, even though he couldn't yet place their identity.

He took the offered goblet and looked at it with his brows scrunched in befuddlement.

"I didn't order anything."

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A toothy grin was offered from behind the cloak. Dorian said nothing at first simply stepped back and took a seat across from him. He loved to mess with people, it was one of his joys in his unlife. Kept things amusing.

"I know, but I figured you looked like a man who could use a drink. It is a special brand, enjoy it." A very expensive and old Grenache.

"How have you been?"

[timesbureaucrat]

"Tolerable," he said as he looked at the drink with a faint hint of nervousness. Ever since he had witnessed close up an Unvossi diplomat assassinated because he'd accepted an unasked for drink which then exploded in his mouth, Narvin has been a little uneasy about drinks that he didn't either pour himself or he didn't see someone else sip from.