the_last_resort | Midnight masquerade Open to All.

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Midnight masquerade Open to All.

Who: EVERYONE
When: After Midnight
Where: The Rising Sun
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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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Well, I've already got a drink now.

[He's not going to just waste perfectly good whiskey.]

Guess I just won't order another one after this.

[He starts fiddling with his mask. He almost forgot he had it on. He'd push it up like Niko, but his beret is in the way.]

So long as I can walk home, I'll be okay.

Look at us! We might even make it to bed without falling over! [He pats Boone lightly on the shoulder.]

So uh, you are wanting to do the desert thing. I could tell you where the teleporter office is. Is about the only way to get there easy from here.

Sure hope so. Had a hell of a bruise on my side for a while after the last time.

[He's getting used to Niko patting his shoulder by now, so he doesn't really react to it. They're friends now, so it's more or less okay.]

Still gotta figure out when I wanna head out, but yeah. I'm thinking soon. Maybe I'll just take a day off work so I can look around more.

If you go out alone, make sure it is very much in the day. At least in the desert you see creepers coming from a while off. They are still green, and it is harder to sneak up.

[Boone tries to imagine sand-coloured creepers with sandy sort of bodies instead of ones like dry leaves. He's glad that's not a thing, because they blend in way too well in the trees. It would just be unfair if they could blend into the desert too.]

Guess during the day I won't have to worry about spiders, too.

[He'll have to deal with the heat instead, but he plans on taking a lot of water and some food just incase. His beret does a good job of keeping the sun off his head, too.]

Seems safer than the Mojave, if it's only creepers I'm dealing with.

Spiders, too. But spiders do not care in the sun. You should be safe as long as you're there in the day. Just uh... don't go where it is dark. Three spiders in the dark can kill you pretty quick.

[Or one creeper. The fucking bastards.]

Won't be out there long. Just wanna have a look around, that's all.

[He'll have to keep one eye out for creepers, but it shouldn't be too hard to spot them.]

Might not even be anything like home.

[He doesn't see why the desert here would be littered with crumbling buildings and other debris. There was no nuclear war here. Still, it should be interesting to check it out. Maybe he could imagine what the Mojave was like before the war.]

Okay. Sorry... I just... you know.

You're my friend.

I worry.

[He likes having him around. It's been a while since he's had a friend he's been this close to.]

Don't worry about it. Like I said, I don't die when I'm supposed to.

[He doesn't intend to let any creepers get the jump on him out there. It's nice to know that Niko cares, though. He'd ask him if he wanted to come with him, but he probably has better things to do.]

Stay outta dark places and watch out for creepers. I got it.

I was wondering. [He looks at Boone curiously.] What is it that you wanted to find in coming here. Your home sounds like shit, but it has lots of good people and you don't seem like the type that would wish to leave good people. Maybe I can help you find what you need.

You know. Not that I want you to go. Just helping you out.

Guess I just wanted to know what else there was. Got it pretty good back home, but now the Legion and the NCR have left the Mojave there's not much for us to do anymore. People are talking about going their own ways.

[He studies his glass.]

Not really looking for anything. Just wanted to know what this place was like, same as the others. Promised I'd come back and tell them.

[And although he doesn't think he could leave Vegas for good, there are plenty of good reasons to stay here for a while. He's got a good job, the food and drink isn't a couple hundred years old, Rex gets to stay with him, he's taken in another small animal for company, and he's made a good friend who understands him. Sure, there are green things that look sad and explode if they get too close, and spiders that can climb over the fence, but there are no deathclaws or cazadores or radscorpions. No fire breathing geckos or ants, no centaurs to spit radioactive sludge at you.]

Do you think you can bring things back to make that place better? [He folds his hands in front of himself, just watching Boone watch his glass.]

Well, maybe at least I can still help you have a good time without the drink. Come on. I will find you a good song and ask them to play it. Ah... what type of music do you like?

Wanted to maybe take back some enchanted clothes.

[It won't make the Mojave any better, but it'll at least protect his friends. He can't afford to buy anything right now, though. He already spent money on making his armoured coat fireproof.]

Back home we've got a couple radio stations. We listen to Radio New Vegas the most. Plays stuff like Dean Martin, Frank Sinatra, Bing Cosby. Get to hear what's going on in the Mojave, too.

[His favourite song is Big Iron, but some of the other songs remind him of Carla. That can be a good or a bad thing, depending on his mood.]

Frank Sinatra! Not a lot of this music is known in Serbia, but Frank Sinatra I know. I'll find you something good.

[He gets up to go make a request, trying to think of songs his aunt liked (and vicariously Roman). He ends up requesting Luck be a Lady, with it sounding bluesier than he remembers in the music. But it's still not bad at all, and he comes back to join Boone at the bar.]

[Then he pauses. And looks embarrassed.]

They have a version of this song in Russian that they would sing at the cabaret. I never knew what it said in English.

[It feels good to hear a familiar voice singing. He misses home again, but otherwise he's pleased with the song choice.]

Maybe I should request something after. Someone you don't know, see if you like it.

[Boone misses listening to the radio. He wonders what's happening in the Mojave right now. Somehow, nothing gets past Mr New Vegas. He even reported on what happened when Boone and Elle chased those Legionaries out of Bitter Springs. One witness said, quote; "God sent us two angels, and at least one of them had a .308 caliber flaming sword of justice - with a telescopic sight."]

I like many types of music, so maybe. [He wouldn't mind hearing at least what Boone thinks he'd like.] This song reminds me a lot of my cousin. He is not always smart about his gambling, but still, I miss him.

[He takes a drink and looks down at it again, swirling the contents around.]

You get a lot of people like that come through the Strip. Think they're gonna strike it lucky and win thousands of caps. You don't see many people come outta the casinos happy, though. They either blow it all and go home, or they win something, figure they're lucky, and then blow it all trying to win more. Makes me glad I never really took to gambling.

Yes, my cousin got in a lot of trouble that way. I refused to let anyone hurt him for it, though. Even if he owed them money, I wouldn't let them put their hands on him. I did what I had to do to pay it back.

[Again he's reminded that he shouldn't say he would still do what he had to do, if it came down to money. There's little left of him to fight for, not much passion in him anymore.]

He was lucky to have you around. Don't think a lot of people would do what you did for him.

[He finishes his drink and pushes the glass away. He's not nearly as drunk as he usually would be by the time he's done drinking, but he's definitely tipsy. Maybe a little more than tipsy. And now that he's done with the free drink, he doesn't really feel much need to stay here anymore. He glances over at Niko.]

You sticking around?

[He seems to debate for a while, before he looks around. It seems like he does actually want to leave with Boone. But....]

I think I should ask the host what it is he is doing and thank him for the free drinks. But if you are set to leave now, maybe I could come by your place later.

[It doesn't occur to him that visiting this late at night is rather telling that he wants to take up the other half of Boone's bed.]

Sure.

[He doesn't mind if Niko wants to sleep in his bed again. He sleeps better with someone else next to him, and even if he does wake up suddenly it's comforting to know he isn't alone. That's always the worst part after a nightmare. It's part of why he brought Rex with him, but having a friend close by is better.]

Uh... tell him I said thanks, too.

[He'd go with him, but he doesn't have much else to say and he doesn't want to end up standing there awkwardly waiting for Niko.]

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