(1407) Someone Said Party At Your Place

[Star]

House party, yo.

At least, that's what the invites said. Apparently the City of Sacrament got down with the trees. Truth? He'd love to be a fly on the wall at Warlock Nation. Because Smiley's People.

He'd settle for Angelpalooza.

At least the first one. 'Cept. Place seemed deserted. And he wasn't super late. Because he was pretty good at being super late, and this wasn't super late. He wasn't one of those 'oops' people about being late. He knew when he was late.

Where's the band, yo? And the food? Big jacket pockets are meant for take home.

But there's a bar.

So he poured himself a drink.

"It was a cold and wet December day, when we touched the ground at JFK.
Snow was melting on the ground, on BLS I heard the sound..."

And sang while he drank. Because angel.

"...of an aaaaannnnngggggggel!"

Someone has to be the band, yo.

[Ixidor]

"New York City like a Christmas tree,
Tonight this city belongs to me."

Ixidor doesn't care who's singing. Somebody's singing. That's good enough for him.

"~Aaaaannnngeeeeeeellll!"

Oops. Okay, his belted howl just said Adrian Isaacs in da house. And proved exactly why he rolls in the dough doing what he does. But it's okay.

He strolls up, not long after the other guy. Who... looks familiar enough that the Théarch can say with about eighty-five percent certainty that he was at the Arrow Field day. Two of a three piece suit adorns the Deacon. He's not wearing a shirt underneath the vest, and he's in jeans and boots. A long bandana or kerchief of some sort is tied around his throat in place of a tie, and he sports his usual array of skulls and crosses and wings in varying degrees of silver and black leather. A few trinkets on his wrists, some around his neck. Earrings.

Naturally, his eyes are blacked artfully and dramatically with liner and maybe even a bit of shadow and mascara. Leftover from a Jack Sparrow kick that never fully went away. It works on stage.

"Yo man, what'chu drinkin'?" Ix calls in favor of a regular 'hello' as he closes the distance.

  2 potency sight; 6 suxx to howl

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-07-16 08:11:48		Ixidor rolls 9 to singin' a song; Presence + Expression + Striking Looks (10 Again)		4, 1, 10, 9, 1, 5, 8, 9, 10, 8, 4		6 successes
2014-07-16 08:11:14		Ixidor rolls 6 to cast Read Matrices; Gnosis + Forces +2 HS -2 Duration (24h) (10 Again)		10, 7, 7, 2, 1, 9, 7		2 successes

[Star]

It's like the deer and headlights thing. Except with sound. It took a few moments, for him to put the glass down. Band? Arrived.

"Uh. This. And this."

He bumped a hand on top of vodka and tonic bottles. Then took a drink.

"You, uh, want one? I couldn't find ice. Or limes. So it's frat party style." Cheeks blew out, and he dove in.

"That was, like. Like. Amazing. Not gonna lie, man. Kinda thought of you as a has-been. When I saw you at That Circle Thing. Or, you know, poseur. With the music. AutoTune-A-Saurus." He could totally say that. Because Magical.

"But, yeah. My bad. Totes. Bono probably doesn't sound that good, anymore."

He tossed back the rest of the drink. Him? He'd never sounded that good.

"There may be whiskey? This kind of sucks without ice or limes."

[Ixidor]

Ixidor laughs as he gets in close enough to reach the bottle and a glass. He's still laughing, when he speaks, pouring at the same time. "Has-been? Bono? Jesus Fuck, dude, how old do you think I am?"

Then the glass is half-full again. Like magic. Only, you know, it's now a part of the rocker's pattern. Pattern. It's a pun.

He tips the glass at the air in a conceding way. "Though I guess. It was technically still the Nineties when I made it into the scene. But I was a kid. Wasn't even old enough to drive yet.

"AutoTune, though. I get it. Nice one." He could actually be really lazy and pull the Supernal to do the work for him. Will it into being, and such. Hubris? Not necessarily.

"Heard those Britney leaks? Damn."

He's snorting a laugh again, and already looking around for something else to poke at his constitution. "Wonder if there's any Jäger around? That's my shit. Hits hard and fast. By the time it wears off, the slower burning stuff has taken over."

Finding what he's looking for, he pours a shot for himself and the kid. Whatever his Shadow Name is.

[Star]

"Uh. I dunno?" He shrugged. Wasn't this guy part of the Geritol Cabal?

"My bad, yo. You're just, like, old. Er. Older. Than me. Hmmm. Never knew you got big when you were that young, tho. So. Yeah. My bad."

He leaned an arm on the bar. Jager? Wasn't a super fan, but it worked. He was down. Totally wasn't gonna take pics if Isaacs started barfing. Because hilarious.

"Holy Brit Brit." He shivered a little as the shot went down. "She kinda skanky now anyways, you know? Back in the day though?"

You know what he's sayin'. You. Know. Not the red pvc cat suit. Anyone woulda grey sweater One More Time. And since they were digging around, he pawed through the bottles himself until he found a bottle of Patron Silver hidden away. Because party.

He poured right into their Jager shot glasses.

"You, uh, all right. Like, cool."

Because Adrian Isaacs needs the Star Stamp of Approval.

" Surprised you knew that jam, though? Not many people got down with the gospel and are and bee fusion on that album. Oh. Uh. Yeah. I'm, uh. Uh. Cut. Visus. But I go by Jack, in the world."

Star was great? But telling a rock star that you're 'Star'? Little weird, yo.

[Ixidor]

A sly grin steals on the rocker's face at the fumbling explanation. He gets it, sort of. When you're young, anyone who isn't your age is either an old fart or a little shit. But musicians had kind of transcended that, for him? You look up to these guys... and they're ageless. Until they're not.

Not that Ix expects the guy to look up at him all enthralled and mystified and everything. "Ixidor," he says, unaware if Cut has heard his Shadow name tossed around. Plus, it's just good manners. "Nice to meet you, Cut.

"And yeah man, Britney went skanky. They all tend to do that when their same old shit gets tired, nobody wants to write songs for 'em anymore, so they dump all their clothes and slut around to try to get some attention again.

"But it's all music to me. I had this friend in school-- rich, preppy parents, so he went full bore metal to rebel-- who had such a huge music collection. 'Cuz whatever he was doing to flip the bird to his Suburban Paradise family, he really dug some good stuff. I used to sleep over just to make tapes of as much of it as I could."

And to ditch his fucking junkie mother for a few hours while his sister was also doing something, and he didn't have to fend for them both. But! Cut doesn't need to listen to all of that. Ix toasts the shot, blinks a few times, and nods his approval. Bustin' out the tequila quick, they are.

When Verb shows, Ix throws up two tattooed fingers in a casual yo. He makes sure his glass is empty before following his fellow Unbound Smoker. That's fucking good tequila. He doesn't quite realize just how good, until that long walk. Fuck.

"Can I smoke beck here, Vinny-Verb, or will I get arrested?" Hahaha.

Yeah, yeah... he heard about that fucking shit.

[Star]

Wasn't sure if it was the Jager, or the Patron, but the room was getting warm. Then Snake Plissken popped out of the birthday cake. Except now he had a name.

What do you say to man who wears an eyepatch and has his car repossessed?

Nothing, yo. Just nod-nod, grab the bottle of Patron, and follow.

Whoah, rewind.

"Make... tapes? Dude. You said tapes."

Just gonna roll, yo. Buzzin'. Carrying someone else's booze. Cracking on a Famous Guy.

Maybe Angelpalooza was going to be all right.