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ataraxionlogs2012-10-10 02:01 pm
heterophobe) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-10-10 02:01 pm
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we are the pretty people (best of human kind)
CHARACTERS: Brian Kinney and OPEN!
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: language, innuendo, depravity, drinking, maybe pot. will update accordingly.
SUMMARY: Justin Taylor's return calls for a party and even if it's always a party, they're still going to have one. Friends and strangers welcome! It's an alcohol and bad club music free-for-all.
NOTES:run away from the heathens. action or prose; say hi to Brian, tag each other, have fun with it.
[ for those of you that have been in Babylon before (probably because of Wichita), there's glitter on the floor now, sticking to your shoes. on the bar counter. it'd be raining down from a balcony if there was one, and enough of a supply. not even the circle booths are safe from it.
the music is louder, thumping across and under, through the floor, vibrating the walls. the room's trembling but the small crowd doesn't seem to mind. not the regulars and not the fresh meat, too doe-eyed to care about much of anything. most of the booze keeps flowing on a hit me basis; if a glass is empty, then it's sure to be filled. several familiar faces even hop the bar to get to it themselves and as long as it's not down violently, Brian doesn't care. it's pretty likely that Justin and Wichita don't either (wherever they've wandered off to.)
be wary of the curtained off VIP section, not much more than a few seats and low lights, a few walls. but those of you that know Brian and see him sneaking off there probably don't want to follow him into the dark. or maybe (hey, maybe you do.)
he's never unapproachable. whether he's leaning on the bar or weaving through a mass of bodies to stand out in them, arm slung over some strapping man's shoulders, he genuinely seems in a better spirit than he has in awhile. if that has anything to do with a certain artist's return, he's not saying (and if you do, he will find you.) ]
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: language, innuendo, depravity, drinking, maybe pot. will update accordingly.
SUMMARY: Justin Taylor's return calls for a party and even if it's always a party, they're still going to have one. Friends and strangers welcome! It's an alcohol and bad club music free-for-all.
NOTES:
[ for those of you that have been in Babylon before (probably because of Wichita), there's glitter on the floor now, sticking to your shoes. on the bar counter. it'd be raining down from a balcony if there was one, and enough of a supply. not even the circle booths are safe from it.
the music is louder, thumping across and under, through the floor, vibrating the walls. the room's trembling but the small crowd doesn't seem to mind. not the regulars and not the fresh meat, too doe-eyed to care about much of anything. most of the booze keeps flowing on a hit me basis; if a glass is empty, then it's sure to be filled. several familiar faces even hop the bar to get to it themselves and as long as it's not down violently, Brian doesn't care. it's pretty likely that Justin and Wichita don't either (wherever they've wandered off to.)
be wary of the curtained off VIP section, not much more than a few seats and low lights, a few walls. but those of you that know Brian and see him sneaking off there probably don't want to follow him into the dark. or maybe (hey, maybe you do.)
he's never unapproachable. whether he's leaning on the bar or weaving through a mass of bodies to stand out in them, arm slung over some strapping man's shoulders, he genuinely seems in a better spirit than he has in awhile. if that has anything to do with a certain artist's return, he's not saying (and if you do, he will find you.) ]