New Years (2016)

[Crowley]

Crowley is there, front and centre. And to the left. And moseying around on the mezzanine with other important people. Being seen. Being wooed. Networking. Introducing. Being introduced. Seriously, he is having fun. His face is flushed and glistens in a sheen of sweat. Good thing he bought that edgy cologne.

He spies that lady of the wait staff and flashes her a grin. She had purloined a craft beer for him earlier. Cute ass and those legs!

Tonight he has a bandana wrapped around his head and is clad in black with a stark white waistcoat. His left hand is muffled inside a neat little leather glove. Its a new flourish for him but he has seen how effective such a device can be with other minor celebrities.

Taking time out from organising two rising bands their shot with a label and linking another with a more net-savvy underground crew, he found himself flushed and leaning on the rails, staring out over the lower dance floor. Bodies pressed and seethed under the strobe lights, like a churning sea. Idle hands drummed on the rail and he found a huge grin bursting out across his features. He was not used to working in the background, but for once his persistence had paid off and now he wanted to enjoy himself.

He really hoped that waitress with the legs and the ass would find a way to vanish in pulsating crowd and join him at his perch.

Crowley is in the VIP area, trading on his Fame and Entertainment Allies

[Alessandra]

Of course Ale had to show up at Nox for the New Year. Though enjoying the evening upstairs was a change, but hey, it was something different. Knowing the security measures, her guns had been left in the jeep, along with her brass knuckles. Last thing she needed was to draw attention to herself for trying to get weapons into an Elysia.

For her outfit, she went with one she had worn here before, but downstairs. She could care less about wearing the same dress twice in a row. Liking how the lacy, sheer fabric hugged her curves and showed off pretty much all her ink, she wore it again. The two hip high slits showcased her leg ink perfectly. Screw whatever fashion forward Kine or Kindred had to say. Her lips were blood red and her long raven hair flowed around her shoulders.

She forced the stolen blood through her body, her dead heart beating once again. Her pale skin flush and warm with borrowed life.

Dark eyes scan the crowd, lingering a little longer on the VIP area. It wasn’t really her scene, but it was always good to see who was there, in case a connection needed to be made. She then looks for a server, figuring a drink would help her blend in with the Kine this evening.

-1 Vitae for Blush of Life

[Twist]

Easily making her way through the entrance security procedures, Twist moved just deep enough into the club to not risk being trampled by others as they entered before she stopped for a moment. A moment to savor the loud music, the shifting lights, the sheer press of humanity that filled every space in the club. Taking a deep breath she grinned and with sparkling eyes, resumed her forward movement deeper into the club.

Twist's outfit

First order of business was definitely to get a drink. And then maybe a dancing partner.

-1 Vitae for Blush of Life

[Miach]

Sporting a carefully chosen suit for a fair mix of classy-but-still-laid-back, Jonathan Blyes, also known as Miach in some other circles, entered the Nox with his longtime girlfriend at his hand. Esmeralda was wearing a beautiful black dress, and the Acanthus had eyes only for her. They had come to celebrate being alive, to celebrate life and hope and the future. They had come to party, and that was exactly why she headed straight toward the dance floor, while her ever gallant manservant went to go and get drinks first. It was a surprise, but he couldn't help but notice Alessandra , the woman with whom he had enjoyed a carriage tour a couple of months before.

"Hey Ale, nice seeing you again. I'm Jon, remember ? How you doing ? Came to party where it's really great, have you not ?" As he remembered, the woman was relatively new to town.

[Varyx]

New to the city though she may be, Varyx is not a woman who would willingly miss a party like this one. This was a place to see and be seen, and if she was going to develop the kind of reputation she wanted, then being seen was something she was going to have to start to do.

She arrived in a scandalously brief black dress, her hair pulled sharply back, her eyes done up with smoky, dark makeup, and a pair of strappy black heels to complete the look and make her long legs look longer than they already are. Being hot will get you most places, and where the power of pure physical attraction stops, money still talks.

Varyx uses her Resources to gain access to the VIP section

She made a stop by the bar to collect a drink for herself - some kind of swirling, strangely coloured concoction that smells of powerful, old alcohol, chilled in a stemmed glass - and then began to make a casual circuit around the room, meeting people, smiling, laughing, drawing exactly the sort of attention she wants. It was the flash of the white waistcoat that drew her attention in the seat of black, smoky grey and blood red. He stood out, starkly, and frankly looking much better than he had the last (and first) time she saw him at the Consilium. She was pretty sure he was Crowley , guessing simply by dint of being able to match a name to the face of nearly everyone else in the community at this point. He hadn't really struck her as the sort to be at a party like this, but she supposed that was what she got for judging a book by its cover - she tried to avoid that as a habit.

Hips swinging in a perfectly practiced motion, she picked her way towards the balcony railing, meeting his gaze for a moment with a quick flash of a small smile, and rested her forearms against the railing, looking out over the pulsing press of bodies on the dance floor below. She crossed one of her legs over the other and took a sip of her drink. Then, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she smiled. "I wasn't expecting to see a familiar face here tonight."

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Flidais arrived in something simple, black dress, low heels, the only thing odd or catching would be the cat eye contact lenses and the necklace of thorns that adorned her neck. Looking to simple forget about the world and worries she heads out onto the dance floor to feel her body react and move to the sounds and rhythm of the music and the crowd. Flidais thought she saw a familiar face in the distance but a jostle to the side made her lose her focus and with a shrug Flidais didn't think further on the subject.

[Alessandra]

Her head turns as she hears her name, and sees the doctor from the carriage tour.

A hand comes up in a wave and a smile appeared on her face, “Jon! Of course I remember. That's a great suit!” His friendly smile was hard to forget. “Not doing too bad, how about yourself? And yeah, what better place to ring in the New Year then the hottest club in town?!” she said with an excited smile. It was always tempting to flash her fangs to Kine, just for the reaction, but she doesn’t. Rules were rules after all and she was sure The Prince would frown on that behavior.