Party all the time [semi-open]

[hackeralastair]

WHO: Alastair, the 10th Floor Guys, and maybe others?
WHERE: DANCITRON
WHEN: Saturday night, after 8 pm
WARNINGS: might be some suggestive stuff? will edit if we get hideous
SUMMARY: Alastair is 20 today! It's time to go out, get drunk, and dance until dawn! Note: he didn't make any public announcement but he did go around telling certain people he's close to. Everyone in Hell Towers was invited directly. Anyone who saw him tell Weasel about his birthday is welcome to drop in, as are certain botcast who might be around Dancitron~. Tag yourself in!
FORMAT: everything, as you please

Of all the places he might have dreamed he would be by the time he was twenty...this was not even remotely on the map.

But Alastair was determined to make the most of it. It was getting close to his one-year anniversary of being in the City, and he had enough friends gathered around him to help make this night the best night in a long time. Dressed in his tightest leather pants and a slinky shirt with a low collar, he lounged against the railing overlooking the dance floor at Dancitron. If this club wasn't enough, there were a hundred others around the city, but he preferred to be here. Just in case he might run into other Imports. Certain Other Imports. For now, he was just glad to be with his "family," and his friends, prepared to cut lose and drop all inhibitions for the night. Everything was on the table.

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[shiromadoushi]

Bakura had broken his no cooking for a week resolution, despite his stubbornness. How could he not have made his brother a birthday cake?

He arrived almost exactly at 8, wearing the shirt Alastair had helped him pick out for his birthday, with the cake and what to cut and serve it with.

"Oniichan!" he smiled as he spotted his brother. "I brought the---" He paused as he caught sight of what Alastair was wearing, face going suddenly red as he tried very very hard not to stare.

Or get a nose bleed.

[hackeralastair]

"Hey!" Alastair turned and grinned lazily. "You nut. I thought you weren't cooking this week? Oh well. Thanks - that's cool of you." He looked around quickly. "Let's see if we can grab a table or something. I don't want anyone knocking into you and destroying my cake."

[shiromadoushi]

"I couldn't not make you a cake for your birthday!" Bakura smiled with a small laugh, keeping his eyes focused on Alastair's face. "And I did go most the week!"

[hackeralastair]

"Yes, yes, you did very good," Alastair smirked, clapping him on the back and steering him through the crowd to make sure no one jostled him or got too close. There were probably tables over in some dark corner, the cake would be safe there until it could be served. At the moment he saw nothing odd about Bakura's behavior, probably because he was too busy being vain and watching for other eyes to be on him instead.

[shiromadoushi]

Normally the closeness wouldn't be anything of notice but with Bakura already distracted by Alastair's outfit, he wound up blushing a little at the touch and closeness.

Cake. Right. Concentrate on keeping the cake protected and not knocking into things. Right.

He carefully set it down on a table, taking the cover off and checking to make sure it hadn't shifted. "Did you want candles?" he asked with a smile, holding up the box.

[hackeralastair]

"Nah. They probably wouldn't let us light 'em in here anyway, with the no-smoking laws and crap." Alastair shrugged. "Not a big candle guy. But I like a good sugar rush. Mm..." He leaned dangerously close to the cake to inspect it, swiping out a finger to get some frosting and lick it off. "...dude, I love that you can bake so good."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura was so glad the corner was a bit dark and hoped it was dark enough to hide his blush. Damnit, Alastair, why so distractingly hot?

He gave a small, almost awkward laugh. "It's just practice," he protested modestly. "But I'm glad you like it!"

Not having thoughts about frosting. no no no no not at a-- damnit

[hackeralastair]

Teasing was just something Alastair did by nature. He wasn't being deliberately mean about it, it just happened. He tossed back his head and laughed. "Thanks, man. Hey, relax! Look, I got you to come out to a dance club again, it's time to have fun!"

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura laughed again, trying not to sound so tense and awkward. "Aaa, I'll try!" he smiled, trying to force himself to relax a bit.

He could just pass off his awkward as just from being at the club! Saved!

"So who else did you invite?" he asked with a smile, again trying very hard only to look at Alastair's face.

[satisfiedsigner]

Kiryu made sure to get there as early as possible, although he was sure he ended up being a little late anyway. He actually dressed up for once; still in black and blue, but at least it wasn't his standard Dark Signer uniform. Alastair was worth that at least.

He spotted his friend fairly quickly and headed over, not even trying to hide his appreciation.

"Hey you. Imagine seeing you here~"

[hackeralastair]

Alastair perked up and swiveled around fast. "Hey~..." He nodded his approval of the outfit. "Nice. They know you're off-duty, right? Nobody's going to ask you to do any work while you're here?"

[satisfiedsigner]

Kiryu chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, they know. You get me all to yourself tonight."

[hackeralastair]

"Oooh...excellent." Alastair thumbed over his shoulder to the table they had claimed in the corner. "You want to sugar-up with a piece of cake and a drink, or hit the dance floor first?" He couldn't help himself but angled closer, putting a subtle claim on Kiryu through body language - boys best back off because he is mine. "Everything's fair tonight. All in the name of keeping me from getting to be a real adult."

[satisfiedsigner]

Kiryu pretended to think about that for a moment, but there wasn't much to think about. He nodded toward the tables, smirking a little at Alastair's possessiveness. "There's cake?"

[hackeralastair]

"Yeah! Bakura made a cake. I know, big surprise, right?" Alastair was a bit too excited about that. He turned and strutted away, leading the way to their table. Cake and beer, loud, pounding techno music, and his best friends. Honestly, he didn't need the whole network showing up here to make it any better.

[satisfiedsigner]

"I thought he wasn't cooking this week." Kiryu snickered as he followed Alastair. "This was a bad week for him to attempt that."

[hackeralastair]

"Yeah, I made him break his vow. Oops." Alastair clearly was not at all upset by this. "Oh well, the week was almost over already anyway. It's no big deal."

They had refrained from cutting the cake until more people were there to eat it, so now was a good enough time. It was such a nice cake, too, you couldn't hardly tell where Alastair had been swiping frosting earlier.

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma was late. Well, he didn't think he was late. Just arriving at a later time. But in the view of anyone else? He was very, very late. To be honest, Hiruma was a little partied out. He didn't really like partying, especially not so much in such a brief time. But he had developed something of a conscience during his time in the City, and it told him that Alastair at least deserved a visit on his birthday.

No present, though. Hiruma couldn't think of anything. A kiss and a bite would have to do.

He strode into the Dancitron, clothed in one of the few clubbing outfits he had; a tight black shirt with red accents and even tighter black pants with some silver chains hanging from them. He had in earrings that reflected the UV light with a neon red glow and had on more eyeliner than usual. A black fedora with an ace of spades in the band was on his head at a jaunty angle. He may as well look the part. Habashira trailed in behind him, looking like he'd likely been dragged out of the house.

WELL HI BB :D

[hackeralastair]

By that time, Alastair was already two drinks in, making him pleasantly buzzed. And Soundwave had just told him over the comm that his drinks were being comped, so he had a third in hand as he headed back to the others and the table of cake. Just in time to pass the door, in fact, and spot Hiruma in a sexy-ass outfit (and Rui). "Guys!" he greeted them loudly. "You made it!"

YO. Not gonna tag again until Skittles gets here BUT I MADE IT

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma, on the other hand, hadn't had anything to drink yet. He decided to rectify that shortly, after greeting the birthday boy. Who happened to walk by the door. Convenient!

"Kekeke, you fuckin' hacker. You're old now!"

LET THE PARTY... uh... CONTINUE!

[whatselfcontrol.livejournal.com]

Rui did not dance. He hated dancing, because he sucked at it and his stupid long arms always seemed to end up being an obstacle in some way. Add in dancing in public amongst hundreds of drunk strangers, and you have a very sulky Rui being dragged to a club completely against his will. He'd made every attempt possible to escape or protest - including declaring that he didn't have a present for Alastair and had no intentions of giving the same kind that Hiruma was going to - but he didn't put it past Hiruma to take out a leash from somewhere and they just weren't quite at that stage of humiliation yet (ever).

Hands shoved into his pockets, he glared at anyone who came too close and followed Hiruma, pausing to give Alastair a less-than-miserable look. "Hey," he said. "Happy birthday."

yaaaaaay!!!

[hackeralastair]

"Heheh, thanks!" Alastair crowed, not at all put off by the sulking. He reached out to smack Hiruma in the arm. "Yeah, because twenty is real old. C'mon! Drinks are on me - and on the house tonight!"

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma cackled, both at the friendly, inebriated Alastair and his reluctant, gangly companion. "It's totally fucking old, dude. And fucking excellent. I need a drink." He threw an arm around Rui's shoulder and jerked a thumb at him. "Him, too. He's got his fucking ass clenched so hard it's gonna make a black hole!"

[whatselfcontrol.livejournal.com]

"Oh fuck off," Rui grumbled, though he didn't shove Hiruma's arm off of him. Free drinks didn't sound half so bad, either, and some of the tension went out of his shoulders at the mere thought of getting drunk enough to possibly forget the whole evening. "Lead us to your liquor."

[hackeralastair]

Alastair cackled happily and gestured for them to follow him, back towards the bar he had just left instead of over to the table in the corner. Soundwave hadn't said that the drinks Alastair would order for others weren't covered by his generous offer. "Can you believe it? This is what I get for being friends with the owner. I just had to tell him it was my birthday and bam - drinks are on him. So what do you want?"

He leaned on the bar, not even bothering to conceal that he was already carrying one drink. The bartender rolled his eyes a little at this customer being back so soon, but as long as Alastair said it was on his tab, it was all free.