Gangster Night

**DrDog** · Feb 14th, 2014 12:16 AM

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The owner of the blue note seems to have gone all out tonight, and a full jazz band puts out fantastic dancing music tonight.

The mood music playlist for this scene

Several people dance, while others watch on, many dressed in 1920s attire. A few are in more modern elegance, but everyone is having a good time.

Out back several chefs are cooking up mini-hamburgers and other bite-sized deliciousness, the concoctions making their way to several tables, booths and simply standing people.

Outside a shuttle runs to Gatsbys, for those who have worked up an appetite too large for the bites.

This scene is linked to the Gatsby's scene, and you may travel freely between the two. Standard shard rules apply.

Feb 17th, 2014 07:33 PM

After tossing the keys to her car, a cherry red, 1960s roadster to the Valet; Aaren glides into the Blue Note arm and arm with Marcus Evan . Though she was fashionably late, Aaren seemed perfectly at ease and even unrepentant that she was. Last time Aaren was here, the place was rather cold; a celebration of Winter's chill.

Tonight however, everything sizzled. Everything from the full Jazz Band, to the mini-hamburgers on their grill, gave off heat. Aaren's gaze drank it all in as she walked further inside, the silver-blue fringe from her dress fluttering freely around her.

“What do you think,” The art-dealer asked Marcus, “grab a bite, make a circuit around the room, or dance?”

-1 G Mask Strengthened

**Marcus Evan** · Feb 17th, 2014 09:06 PM

Marcus has a hard time concealing his grin as he escorts the sophisticated flapper into the Blue Note. He had tried his best to dress himself how he thought a nineteen-twenties American gangster might look, and he thought the result wasn't half bad.

"Why not all three? We can try a few bites while we make a circuit, then head onto the dance floor."

Marcus hopes the wide smile he flashes Aaren is enough to cover his nervousness about whether shuffling his feet back and forth will be enough to pass for dancing to this music. He even surreptitiously glances at her feet to see if she's wearing open toe shoes.

Feb 17th, 2014 10:58 PM

Thankfully, for Marcus, Aaren was wearing closed toe'd shoes; her favored sculptural silver pumps. Sure, they weren't exactly period – lower heels and t-straps were the norm – but, Aaren liked them. And by golly, that was all the art-dealer needed.

Aaren's visage twisted into an amused half-grin as she turns her gaze back up to Marcus and nods. “I think that sounds perfect.” These were events she was used to and made for and in a way, this was Aaren's element. With her guidance, they thread through the throng of people towards one particularly promising chef.

“No need to choose just one, right?”

**Marcus Evan** · Feb 18th, 2014 11:22 AM

Relaxing a bit when he noticed that Aaren's toes aren't exposed to his cloddish feet, Marcus follows her lead and shrugs in response to her question.

"I don't see why... waste not want not, right?"

Choosing a couple of morsels, he takes a bite of one and nods in appreciation as he chews. Once he is finished, he clears his throat and casts a significant look at the nearest cocktail server.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. But, I think we could use something to wash it down. What would you like?"

Sorry, forgot this... -1 Glamour to Strengthen Mask

Feb 18th, 2014 11:47 AM

Aaren's smile endures as she picks through her own plate of morsels: a medium-rare slider with just enough pink in the center and surrounded by a little of this a little of that. In a big way, this was one of those pleasures that the Lost fought so hard to regain, to enjoy at their own whim and not the whims of other capricious beings. Ones who couldn't enjoy a simple, medium-rare slider.

“Tuxedo No. 2,” Aaren requests for her drink of choice for the evening. A beat, “If it is possible, make sure the Vermouth is extra-dry.”

Aaren's head nodded slightly to the music, picking up the beat and rhythm of it, even over the din of conversations held all around the pair.

Feb 21st, 2014 10:58 AM

Few would be surprised to know that there had been some resistance to the new motley attending this event together. The ever-friendly Fish and morally obtuse Hare enjoyed various levels of interest and excitement, but the resident grump did not. While Malory attended the excursions to costume shops and followed behind them down the aisles glowering at the clothing, it was known that they were by no means shopping for her. Jack was the first to find a costume, in the form of a long green dress with a beaded belt; no amount of solicitous suggestions from shop attendants to 'show off her legs' had been able to raise her ideal hem from brushing the floor. Free to spend the rest of their time snarking at Mal, she did just that. Ava was the tough customer, looking through racks and racks of dresses in search of something - she didn't know what, but she'd know it when she saw it. Everything seemed too short, too long, too eye catching, too drab. Beginning to suspect the 1920's were not her era, she finally stumbled upon a mid-length dark blue dress detailed with gold and silver beads in designs resembling fish scales. A little threadbare and minus a few beads, it was the right one nonetheless

Jack and Ava had gotten ready at the apartment, Masks hardened preemptively as they put up their hair and played with the notion of makeup; the sight of her face without her Mien made Ava turn from the mirror, thoroughly uncomfortable for several long minutes. About to leave sans Wolf, they were shocked and thoroughly amused to see Mal emerging from the bathroom in a cheap three piece suit, complete with era-appropriate hat, but still wearing her tabi-style shoes; they weren't going to fuss about what was on her feet. While they both knew she was coming because of what Jack had mentioned about the party and who was funding it, instead of any real desire to have 'fun', they rolled along with minimal teasing.

They arrived a little later than expected, Mal flanked by her taller compatriots as they stepped through the door. Though Ava was sure Jack had figured out a way to hide a flask in her dress and Mal was taking advantage of her pockets, she had opted to be the designated driver and was in need of a nice, simple virgin drink. But before heading to the bar, she grinned and leaned in to speak, the signature gold smoke of her voice absent. "I'm going to make at least one of you dance with me tonight, so prepare yourselves." Not a particularly skilled dancer, it was something she enjoyed and, hey, everyone else was doing it too.

-1 Glamour to Strengthened Masks all 'round

Greebs Mavspade

**InvertedMonkey** · Feb 21st, 2014 04:49 PM

She'd considered returning to the Blue Note in another taxi. It'd be more period-appropriate than her silver Honda Civic, and if she left the same way she'd have no concern over drinking. In the end though, the fare wasn't worth it, and it'd probably be a mistake to spend much on drinks anyway. Ramona's pulled into a parking lot across the street, and steps out of her car, careful to adjust her suit jacket so it falls just right.

Costume shopping earlier had been a bit of a drag. None of the dresses and gowns seemed to work for her. Half of them were designed to lie flat across dainty silhouettes, and the other half required far too much curve. In the end though, she'd found a diamond in the rough. It certainly hadn't been sewn with her in mind, but Ramona likes to think she's pulling it off. A three-piece men's suit, silver grey, with the thinnest, light pink pinstripes. It even came with a pair of silver grey Brogues and a matching hat complete with pinstripes, all it needed was a white Oxford shirt from her closet. Still, she wished for a fancy watch to add a touch of bling.

She checks for traffic and crosses the street, strides wide, eager to get into the party, where her costume won't stand out quite as much. Well, it might, but in a very different way. She pulls open the door to the Note and steps inside, adjusting the cuffs of her jacket for a better fit.

-1G Mask Strengthened

Feb 21st, 2014 07:27 PM

Looking surprisingly dapper, if a little too much like an extra from Bugsy Malone between her stature and less-than-stunningly-feminine looks (even with the feral overtones of her mien buried), Mal was still quietly amused at the surprise on her motley-mate's faces that she had dressed up after all.

Admittedly, she had refused, most vehemently to even CONSIDER the outfits they had been looking at. The Dresses? The hats? The hair?! Thank you, but fuck off and step on a Lego. She had never thought there would be anything about the 1920s that would have been more unbearable than prohibition, but women's fashion had proved her wrong.

It had taken a few days for the thought to sink in she didn't have to wear a stupid dress to go to this bloody party with her closest friends. People she'd rather be with, even if it meant attending parties and completely failing to have 'fun', than doing something she'd rather be doing, alone. The suits were... kind of cool - and while she was convinced the Fedora was irredeemably tainted and douchey by modern misappropriation, when she had tried it on, along with the rest of outfit it worked. For the first time since she was grown up enough enough to pick her own clothes, Mal was almost stylish.

Of course, the effect was somewhat spoiled by the fact she hadn't been able to tolerate the shoes for longer than 20 seconds. But nobody was perfect.

Quite missing any implications that could be drawn from entering the place with an attractive ladyfriend practically on each arm, she felt a prickle of self conciousness at the party in full swing, even before they arrived. Ava propositioning either, or both of them to dance did her temperament little favour, either. Her roommate looked... odd without her distinctive teeth, and even though she couldn't see it when she spoke, Mal would still rather listen to that golden voice than any of the singers on the stage.

But it was the damndest thing, she... she didn't jump straight to a stunned, stammered refusal. Spaghetti spilling from her pockets even as she dug her heels in. Maybe it was this whole Motley situation making her feel more comfortable in her own skin, maybe she had just had it with all the teasing, and showing them up was the next best thing to punching them. Or maybe the suit was so damned classy it was imbuing her with strange, daring sort of confidence. She had no bloody idea how to dance! But with a quick swig from a cunningly concealed Hip Flask, and a grin normally saved for those who had just challenged her to a fight, she looked Ava in the eye and said, with only the slightest hesitation, "You're on."

...OhshitIhopeshewasbluffing, whatthehellamIthinking?!

Feb 22nd, 2014 05:12 PM

Jack smiled as she entered the blue note along side her motely. For a moment she couldn't help but feel BADASS. It might be that they were all dressed up. It was rare to get all three of them out at once for an event like this...okay to be fair it was hard to get Mal out. But here they were.

Jack ran her hands down the fancy period dress and smirked as she looked across the blue note. She licked her lips slightly tasting the lipstick she had placed on. She didn't really wear lipstick much, its glossy feeling was strange but welcoming to the winter courtier.

First things first. The bar. Following along side Ava she was about to speak up at the mention of dancing when Mal took the challenge. Jack stumbled and turned glancing over her shoulder to the suited up wolf. There was a twinkle in the Winter Courtier's eye.

"Oh this...I must see" she gave Mal a Cheshire grin. which she had started to perfect to wind up her motely mate.

She was quick to order one of the many Theme drink of the night. Something with Vodka and splash of citrus. Content Jack locked out at the dance floor and around the Blue note seeking out those she recognized...or might recognize. Was that Marcus and Aaren. Jack paused taking a moment to look at the two Changelings with Harden Masks from a distance...maybe. She raised her hand in greeting. If they weren't...welp it would be awkward but that was that.

She glanced to the dance floor, her foot tapping in time to the groove. Tonight..was going to be good.

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