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[OPEN] you can swing it, you can groove it, you can really start to move it at the hop

Who: Magnus bane (

appetitive), Alec Lightwood (

angelic_archer), & YOU!
Where: The Vinyl Destination music store
When: night of May 14th
What: An open-invitation party to celebrate the opening of the store
Warnings: Please tag accordingly in your threads!

I. Rock Around The Clock
Being that this party is for the opening of a music store, it makes sense that the main feature of the night is a dance floor! Music from throughout the 1950s will be playing, both in the store itself as well as the large loft above that has been converted into a miniature sockhop for everyone in attendence. Records and streamers hang from the ceilings and there is a lot of black, white, and pink to be seen. There's also a small stage in one corner set up for anyone brave enough to pick up one of the guitars that usually adorn the shop downstairs, as well as several microphone stands that are hooked up to a karaoke machine. Come in and dance the night away! Anyone wearing era-appropriate attire will random prizes.

II. All Shook Up
Being that this is a Magnus party, there is a wide range of cocktails to sample being made at the open bar. Most of them are were what was popular at the time—Manhattans, Old Fashioneds, the classic Gin & Tonic—but requests for specialty drinks are being taken as well. There are also, in true 50s style, milkshakes that are creamy enough to tempt even those who would usually try to resist. But there's a twist: they're alcoholic. None will be served to minors, but it's totally possible that the adults won't realized their delicious treats are spiked until after they've had their second (or third) glass. Also, though the upper loft is well-lit for dancing, the first-floor store has plenty of dark corners for making bad decisions. So grab your honey, grab a drink, and enjoy the night together.

III. Tutti Frutti
Half of the upper loft is dedicated to refreshments as well as boasting furniture looks like it was ripped from a diner—you guessed it, chrome with red vinyl upholstery. A table along one wall is ladden with miniature versions of popular diner food—cheeseburgers, hot dogs, even tuna melts—as well as french fries and plenty of other finger food. And, because this is the 1950s, there's jello. Lots of jello. So much jello that it's insane, how can anyone love jello this much? Luckily, if you don't go ape over gelatine-based desserts, there are also record-shaped cookies and non-alcoholic milkshakes for the kiddies. Seeing as this is a small town with families, and thus minors, there are plenty of drink options for those who aren't yet old enough to drink or who prefer not to.

IV. La Bamba
No invite is necessary, IC or OOC, for anyone who'd like to jump in and join the party! It's safe to assume that flyers have been up around town to announce the time and place. Hopefully, with enough people in attendance throughout the night, there's plenty of chances to make friends (or maybe enemies). Feel free to choose your own adventure, and don't worry about boundaries—if it doesn't break the game, it won't break this party post! But be aware that your hosts, one of whom is a warlock and the other a demon hunter, won't stand for any altercations inside the store. Instead, maybe take it outside if the mood or your ex-girlfriend strike you. If you'd like to assume that you're helping run the party—bartending, music playing, etc—go nuts and have fun!

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[ She might still be getting her memories back, but Elena isn't about to pass up the chance for a party when the rest of House Salvatore will be in attendance. And a themed party? That's far too good to miss, when her life has been peppered with at least three such parties every year for as long as she can remember. ~~Hopefully no one dies at this one.~~

It's hard to shed all her concerns and really let loose, though she does try. She's worried about Stefan, her husband who invited her to the party, and whatever was going on between him and Damon. Damon, who she can't help but watch during the party, every spare moment catching a glimpse of him across the room to be sure he was still there. Still alive and safe and-- Not hers. Not in front of the rest of the town. And isn't that fun.

Perhaps it's because of how messed up everything is that she really gives in to the party spirit. She dances with anyone who asks, even does some asking of her own, and she tries more than few drinks from the bar. (She soaks up the alcohol with a few mini cheeseburgers too, don't worry. She hasn't forgotten she only has a human's tolerance again.)

She just hopes no one mistakes her for Katherine at this party. They really don't look that much alike, if you pay attention to things like mannerisms and attitude. Though, at first glance... yeah, okay, it might be easy to mistake the 'sisters', as much as she hates to admit it. Especially for anyone just meeting this newly arrived addition to the family. ]

[ an argument could be made that there are useful feats of vampire strength that don't involve shoving a found candle into a red jello mold. but, that's what he does, borrowing candlelight from one of the refreshment tables to light his.

Damon takes advantage of a quiet moment Emma steals at the bar.

the plate is slipped in front of her, red jello jiggling , the candle managed to have penetrated the mold. a hand around her waist, it's the established affection he has for her that has him leaning in and bringing a soft kiss to her cheek. lips near her ear, he speaks low. ] Happy Mother's Day. [ leaning back, he gives her an encouraging look. he's here for her. he knows what day it is. a day that's been difficult for him as well, but not for any reason he's said out loud, or to anyone. there's one person here he could talk to, but his brother is uninterested. he gives a cursory glance to his left, making sure there are no prying eyes. ] I'd blow the candle out, the foundation is not to be trusted.

[ the candle does seem to be fighting the mold itself as it ceases to jiggle. ]

[ You know who Damon keeps getting compliments for? His brother's wife. He takes the first two as genuine compliments. He's gracious, he nods. He keeps his eye roll to the bare minimum. But, then someone points his wife out and it's clear, that's not his wife. It's a hilarious story he'd like to not tell multiple times tonight, but alas, it happens more than a few times.

Luckily, some of the compliments are for Katherine?

Elena's outfit reminds him of something Katherine would choose to wear, while Katherine's feels both similar and right for this town and out of place anywhere else.

It's a dichotomy he rides all night long, at war with himself over his thoughts. He focuses on truths. Katherine is not his wife. Elena still gets him going. She looks good. Her pants hug her ass in just the right way, something she can tell he's thinking when she glances over. It's a quick glance, but she catches him. He doesn't look long enough to cop to it. He's mid-conversation after all. But, he thinks she drops her plastic fork just so she can bend down and pick it up.

Oh, Elena Gilbert, he will not rise to your bait. Not there. (Maybe later. Definitely later. He's already thinking about pulling those pants down.

It's like a dance they share from across the room all night, stolen glances and one or two shared conversations. He can keep this up for tonight, but he's not sure how long he'll be able to. ]

[ Katherine's in very fine spirits and enjoys herself at the party, in her own way, too. It's easier to keep tabs on Elena as she embraces the flow of the event, too. There's a moment when she's standing closer than not to Elena, watching over a few couples attempting the hand-jive when the other girl's laugh lilts up and Katherine actually finds herself smiling. Ugh. Drowned away with a couple of drinks (except not -- the sisterly bond isn't going anywhere.)

She sees Elena approaching, sights dancing away in the empty hope that her sister will keep walking and...disturb someone else. No such luck. She sips at her drink, turning slightly after those words leave Elena's lips. ] You've always been the social butterfly at every element of a party, Elena. Not me. [ A quick beat. ] I wouldn't wanna mess up my hair. [ And another beat. How is she seriously having casual conversation with someone she's always been determined to hate? ] But you've been having a blast. Haven't you? Managed to get Stefan out there with you yet? [ It's really not a dig at all, especially considering how weird of one it'd be. She...sounds curious, even if there's a tickle of hoping she might mess around with Elena's head just a little bit. Because, she's still Katherine. ]

[ Don't think Damon Salvatore doesn't notice eyes on him. He's used to those eyes being Elena's - and then here, Katherine's. He'd be flattered if he didn't know Magnus could still be concerned. One marathon session of two truths and a lie, and he has old eyes on him. Old being a term of endearment and something that came forward with their game. It does thicken the plot.

Damon's moving through the crowd. He doesn't ask for a drink, but he'll take it. Nor does he ask for the dance, but this is Magnus. Everything with Magnus is infused with genuine affection for the guy and his husband. The longer he lives here the easier it is to accept these fleeting connections he can't trust. It's that Magnus is closer to his real age than the age he died that he lets his guard down around him.

Damon's lived a long time. He may not have danced with a man before, but a dance is a dance. ] Better than an article about dying near his toilet. [ Too much, right? Better that it's more vague. RIP Elvis Presley. ] Am I handsome or do you just like that my pants match your jacket.

[ He does order a drink.

Dislike for Katherine predominantly outweighs fond feelings created in this town, but he makes real effort when she speaks not to directly dismiss her. It's not that he's concerned about how she feels (it's been months since show-and-tell, he's over that) but, it still feels like the wrong impulse. He knows underneath her exterior, she thinks she's helping. Maybe she's curious and maybe that music from Stefan's room masked their deep conversation, but Katherine asking about the brother's divide answers that, doesn't it?

He turns, in kind, looking out at the crowd. ] You should get a knife, then. You never know when one of these nights will go sideways. [ Like every event ever. In Mystic Falls, anyway. He leans his head as he talks, looking to her and then back at the crowd. ] You don't dance, Katherine, which leaves one choice between the two. One, I assumed you'd know the answer to, or did your closed-door music appreciation session last night not lead to one of your signature Stefan-Katherine heart to hearts? What could you possibly have been doing?

Edited 2017-05-17 06:10 (UTC)

[ Do you need another Salvatore in your life, Emma? D o y o u?

Katherine saunters up toward Emma, a name and face she absolutely knows even if they haven't had any sit-downs for conversing since they've both been in those accidents. Her timing hits with the record perusal. She has a martini in hand, hair still as prim as she styled it at the start of the evening, in black, too. She speaks abruptly, waving down over Emma's form. ] That's really flattering on you. [ A compliment she means too, an edge to her tone only because it's...Katherine. But, she's smiling? ] Are you a fan of the music they're playing tonight? [ Which may or may not have anything to do with the record Emma's examined: Katherine doesn't get a glimpse of it, more focused on the blonde's face. ]

There was a faint hum of music and conversation that Alec picked up over the sound of his pounding heart. It didn't seem to matter how often they were together. One look from Magnus and Alec felt like he was the stuttering, blushing seventeen year old whose world completely changed when he asked Magnus Bane for a date. The butterflies and warm rush of desire that had been accompanied by something deeper that he hadn't understood back had then never faded and Alec was certain it never would.

Neither would the thrill of having his husband on his lap when anyone from the party could stumble in and see them. Some memories might be hazy but Alec knew this was a 'danger' they both enjoyed.

Shivering when Magnus' hands slipped beneath his jacket, he made a quiet noise when Magnus caught his lip. "Is that a Mundie thing?" Alec tried not to say the word in front of anyone except Magnus and even then he felt faintly guilty for using it but didn't know why. It seemed like the right description. "I don't think I - " The rest of the words were forgotten as his husband moved his hands and Alec used the change in position to pull Magnus closer.

Deciding what he had and hadn't done in the past didn't matter, he kissed along Magnus' jaw, fingers sliding over tight denim. "I should thank you for setting this up."

This place isn't as bad as Izzy felt when she first sauntered out of the hospital. With her brother and his husband here, to realizing that she's already made friends in the time that she was here before the accident the pieces have sort of been making more sense. Though, she can't say that there aren't still holes, considering the state of her memory stis in tact as she'd prefer. She isn't trying to rush the onslaught of memories, though. Or she's trying not to, anyway.

After all, wanting them won't make them come any faster.

Grinning, playfully, at her brother-in-law Izzy adopts a joking pout. "More for me, I guess. It's really not that bad, though." Bringing the jello up to her lips, Izzy takes the bite, not exactly worried about her caloric intake at the moment. She'll burn it off somehow, and she's not entirely unconvinced that she has fantastic metabolism as it is. Tilting her head at Magnus' comment, Issy can't quite help but try and figure out how exactly those two things go together.

"Did you ever taste that? I don't even think I can imagine it.... Sounds like something you'd have to be desperate, or down to the bare minimum, to throw together."

[Izzy's doing her very best to make the rounds, though, admittably she has spent more time on the dance floor and snacking on the jello that everyone else seems to wrinkle their nose at than sampbling the booze herself. However, the words reach her just as she's passing by, so the petite shadowhunter can't help but stop.

If the blonde's taste in alcohol is as good as her taste in fashion then Izzy figures she probably can't go very wrong. Stepping a little closer, Izzy tilts her head, grin going nowhere.] Well, when you put it that way! [Her tone is teasing, a bit of laughter in her voice, but she is in a good mood, after all.] What is it you've got here, exactly? [She asks curiously, game for just about anything, really.]

[ Ah, the host. As if she was going to come to a party without finding out who the host is. Please, this is Caroline Forbes we're talking about. Even with her Pines filter, she's a nosy nelly. As it is, she takes his hand happily and grins.]

Thanks for throwing it. Magnus, right? [ Her grin widens.] I have to admit, seriously, this party is pretty amazing.

[ This is so very much not Poe's scene. Themed parties, formal occasions, they're the purview of politicians and socialites, not pilots. He's not particularly dressed for it-- he wasn't sure how to dress for it. Jeans, black t-shirt, brown leather jacket that makes him feel homesick for reasons he hasn't been able yet to pin down.

There's a moment when he walks through the front doors that he considers just turning around and walking back out. Except there's a familiar voice, telling him he's got to try something, and he feels a mix of relief and doom.

Doom, because now he can't run away. ]

...What is it?

[ She's happy to see he came, that he caught her not-so-subtle hint of stuffing a party flyer in his mailbox with a note encouraging him to consider attending. And she's taking a sip of a new cocktail when she spots him and reaches out to grab him by the arm, pulling him towards her and shoving the drink in his hand.]

Just try it, dummy. [ It's an alcoholic, chocolate milkshake.]

[ the whole point of a quiet moment at the bar is to be alone, not to get hit with an unexpected attack on her emotions.

not that it matters, because without making the connection between the jello and the candle, Emma's lips fall into a tight line, as if she's expecting more of the usual nonsense. it's probably a joke about a fake birthday, maybe some random thing he's found that's worth celebrating. she's so busy waiting for the punchline that the kiss on the cheek catches her off guard.

and the words that follow - happy mother's day - leave her turning towards him instead of pushing Damon away. she's shared mentions of Henry here and there, he's not wrong to think it hurts her to be away from him. she misses Mary Margaret too, after years of not having a mother to spend the day with. from what she can remember, it's not the first time she's embraced him, but this one is real and a little more vulnerable; a hug and a gentle squeeze that lasts for a second or two before he pulls her attention back to the jiggling candle.

it's a comment met with a quiet laugh and a friend who's careful to blow it out without making a wish. she'd wish for her family, but she wouldn't want them here.] Thank you.

[ Okay, all right, fine. He tries it. Skeptically. It tastes like chocolate, only it's chocolate that wants to kick him in the throat. ] Okay.

[ He tries a little more. ] That's actually not bad. Is chocolate really that easy to get here?

[ She grins and looks at the server, signaling that she'll need another.] You're in America, Damn-o-man, chocolate is as easy as stealing candy from a baby.

[ she didn't need the first two, but at this point, what's one more?

somehow, Emma isn't expecting Katherine to acknowledge her at the party. it makes sense in terms of her trying to size up the people around her, being aware of the people her "family" associates with, but in this case, there's not much of a point. she cares about Stefan and Damon enough that they trust her with their history in the same way that she trusts them with her own. besides, she doubts either of them cared to clue Katherine in on that, so if a few empty compliments and pointless questions make her feel better, so be it.

she's already survived Regina trying to run her out of town. it's not like she hasn't dealt with worse.]

Katherine. [ she glances up quickly, amused, and sets the record back down to give the woman the attention she came over for. there's no gratitude shown for the compliment, and no hint of one being offered in return. she'll play the game, but she's only willing to try so hard.] I'm more a fan of a good party, I just thought I'd look around.

[ it's a store opening. she'll probably come back and shop if she's stuck here long enough.] What about you?

[ He just shakes his head. That's weird. He remembers real chocolate being a rarity, something replicated and synthesized and very rarely actually tasted. Still, he will keep this chocolate milkshake, thank. ]

America. [ He wants to be excited, intrigued, engaged with the fact that he's on a world he's never even heard of. Instead he's a hundred thousand parsecs away, thinking about D'Qar and the war and his talk with Cassian.

He's been thinking about Starkiller Base ever since he remembered it existed. BB-8 (at home with Rey) has even started harassing him about his mood. If he could just get above these cliffs, get in the air, see what's out there maybe he wouldn't feel so damn trapped and useless.

--He's probably been quiet for way too long, and this is a party. He makes a party face?? Yay?? ] I thought we were in Idaho.

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[ It doesn't take much for her to notice that he's distracted, that he's not his usual charming self. Of course, she thought that part of her knowledge of his charm wasn't actual real, that the guy she'd dragged to a Fourth of July picnic one year isn't the guy who is standing in front of her, the guy standing in front of her wouldn't even know what the holiday was.]

Idaho is a state in America. The United States of America is a country. [ It's weird to be giving a grown man a geography lesson but... it's not his fault.

Still, she looks at him, a bit concerned, distracted for a moment when she's handed her own, new chocolate milkshake. Taking a sip from the straw, she speaks around it--]

Everything okay?

Alcoholic milkshake. It will change your life, [ she nods seriously, although her smile falters when a memory of the woman standing in front of her emerges in her mind.] Izzy... [ she breathes her name.] I remember you.

What's it like being a lightweight again? [ Caroline can't help but tease her BFF about the fact that Caroline can, once again, drink her under the table now that she's human again.

She points her fingers at Elena's outfit.]

You look amazing, by the way. [ Playing it normal for the cameras.]

[Clary has found that Magnus is a special sort of person; his comments, everything that's so bright and colorful about him. It's never what she would have expected but it is uniquely him. She isn't sure she'd have liked him as much if he was any other way.]

That's fine with me because I was talking about the drinks. [She watches him with grow curiosity and then amusement as the drink sparks to it's golden light.] Nice trick.

[She takes a small sip of the drink and smiles.]

I like it. Not sure I've had anything like it before. [Which is a good thing.] So are you going to have a lot more parties where we make fun drinks?

At times, especially ones like now when they were kissing like desperate teenagers, Magnus was amazed to think how far they'd come together. When they'd first met, Alec had been firmly in denial about himself to the point of rejecting the possibility that he could have a happy relationship he deserved. Magnus hadn't been much better, though, hiding behind layers of decadence and sarcasm to keep out any more heartbreak. And yet somehow they'd coaxed each other out of their insecurities and made a relationship with work. Magnus was confident that it had taken a lot of work—those details were, thankfully, still blurry—but they were together now, married of all things, and living what felt like happily ever after.

Most people didn't include semi-public makeouts as part of that fairy tale ending, but they weren't most people. And they were in a store that had their names on the lease, so technically they weren't breaking any rules by being on their own property. "I've seen it in a couple movies," he murmured back, his focus on Alec as he pulled their hips tighter together.

Kissing up the left side of Alec's neck, Magnus nibbled at the lobe of his ear. "You should be," he echoed playfully, hands back to gripping either side of Alec's jacket. "How are you going to show me your gratitude, Mr. Lightwood-Bane?"

[He laughs at that, nodding because yet he'd been aware of what she was referring to. But it was fun to play around at a party, especially a successful one he was hosting.

Watching the gold swirl through pink like it had a mind of its own, Magnus straightened up so he could mix himself one as well, though of course with alcohol.] You don't strike me as the type to do a lot of underaged drinking, biscuit. But if you ever want to dabble, you know where to find me. [Magnus was of the opinion that it was better to let teens experiment a little, especially under the supervision of someone who knew what they were doing.

It made him feel old and somewhat like a father, though, so he hurried away from that topic.] Definitely more parties as excuses to dress up and drink.

It was difficult not to try and push the memories into returning more quickly, both Magnus and Alec could attest to that. But they'd started coming eventually, and at times Magnus wished he could make them stop. It seemed like they hadn't always lived the happiest lives, and for Magnus, his life seemed to stretch on and on into history past the point of sense. It was a confusing whirl, but he was happy to have his little family around him for support.

"It makes for beautiful dessert, but I can't seem to force myself into enjoying the taste." He does grab a small cup of jello off the table, however, because it's a tempting shade of blue. That he uses a spell to infuse it with vodka can be a secret between him and Izzy if she notices the blue spark of his fingers. "Lilith, no," he replied with a shiver, "I'll try most things once, but tuna salad jello isn't one of them. It's the stuff of nightmares, and that's just from looking at it."

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