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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[hackeralastair]

"Hah, not that many," Alastair snorted. "It's mostly just the guys from our floor - though I doubt Saitou's gonna show. Totally not his thing." He wrinkled his nose up at Hiruma's choice of drink. "Pomegranate what? I'm just sticking to beer, geez."

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

For that comment, Rui received a bite on the ear and a hiss. "You shut up, fucking lizard. You're just not man enough to drink fruity drinks." The bartender put the drink in front of him; a blood red cocktail in a martini glass, with some pomegranate seeds (still covered in their fruit) floating in it and some sort of orange garnish thing on the side. Very pretty. He picked off the orange and put it in his mouth.

"Saitou barely managed to drag himself to the mancave ordeal, and that shit was just 10 feet down the hall. He ain't gonna be here. And it's a MARTINI? You know, made with gin and vermouth?" He took a sip and coughed a little, "Geez, more gin than anything else. Here, taste this!" he shoved the red drink at Alastair. "This shit ain't no sissy drink the way they make em here!"

derp, breaking order to sneak one more tag in before leaving

[hackeralastair]

Shrugging, Alastair took the drink and had a sip, mulling it over before making a face and handing it back. "I don't know. Not terrible, but it's kinda...I don't like the aftertaste." He paused, and then shook his head rapidly. "Holy shit, though, you're not kidding. That's strong for a girly drink." He picked his own bottle up from the bar to make up for it. "It looks like something you'd drink, though."