pineslog | [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!

CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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Only if it's a virgin one.

[Clary flashes him a smile from the other side of the counter.] Hey, I'm glad to see you're doing well. I think you have a talent for throwing parties. [It's said with a hint of sarcasm though Clary isn't sure why she'd said it like that. The memories of another party rise to mind but she ignores them.]

What do you have anyway?

[Glancing up at the familiar voice, Magnus smiles at Clary. He's glad to see her here, not only because he'd been meaning to talk to her but also because now he remembers his fondness for her.]

The only thing virginal about me is some of the drinks I make. [He gives her a wink as he starts to mix up a series of liquids from multi-colored bottles, though he keeps away from anything alcoholic. He does, however, add a golden shimmer to the pink drink with a snap of his fingers to make up for what he finds to be otherwise lacking without any alcohol.

Handing it to Clary, he leans one elbow against the counter.] You think so? I may have found a new hobby, then.

As for the very old hobby of mixing drinks, that is an Angel's Delight.

[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?

[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.

[Clary continues to sip her drink, watching as Magnus worked his magic. Well... sorta. She found his movements interesting to watch, like going to one of those restaurants that cook in front of you.]

Not really. I never had a taste for it. [Clary will run into trouble once she finds drinks that don't taste like they have alcohol in them.] I'm happy to try as long as you stop me from doing something stupid or at least let me sleep on your couch.

[She's only half joking.]

I like it. I'm not a really big partier but I really like the change of scenery. The town is kind of boring sometimes.

[Magnus Bane the flairtender. Now that is an image.

As for her reasoning, he's taking that mention of taste for its literal meaning.] Alcohol is an acquired taste, sort of like coffee. Though usually, if you like one, the other is easy to get used to.

Ah, no promises, but I'll keep you from swan diving into our pool and insist you use one of the guest rooms.

[Humming, he sips at his drink while leaning one elbow against the bartop. As he looks around, there might be a hint of longing in his expression.] It is quite the change from living in such a vibrant city.

[Clary laughs.] Thanks. [She doesn't know if he's serious but she trusts him. It's a weird feeling because she doesn't think she knows very much about him but she knows that he's always been there.]

Vibrant city?

[She asks, lowering her glass to look up at him. Clary remembers moving to Wayward Pines when she'd been very young. She doesn't remember living anywhere else. Though she doesn't like the pizza here and for some reason that she can't explain, it really bothers her.]

[Quirking an eyebrow, he nods slowly at her questioning tone. He could have sworn they had met in New York, a home they both shared, but as he thinks about it he can't be sure. Maybe she had visited at some point.] New York. That's where I met Alec. [And yes, technically he's talking about the past, but he doubts that his friends are going to tattle on him.]

[Clary tries to remember if she's been to New York but nothing comes to mind. A frown touches her lips and her eyes are drawn back to the pink fizzing drink in her hand. She'd been hoping that she would have remembered something by now.]

Yeah, maybe. [She finally says, sounding unconvinced.] I moved he when i was very little so maybe before then? [She has an image in her mind, of her mother taking her to Magnus as a baby. That feels right.]

Anyway, if you throw another party, I will make sure to be there.

[For some reason, Magnus just can't let it go. More and more he's remembering things that don't fit with his life here, or any normal life for that matter. It's maddening, and he wants to figure it out more than anything because he can't shake the feeling that memories are important to him.]

Perhaps. I can't say I remember, but I thought we knew each other before. [Sweeping a hand through the air between them, he forces a smile.] Not that it matters. History or not, you're welcome at all of my parties as well as our home.

[Clary chews at her lower lip and then lifts her shoulders slightly.] Maybe. [She doesn't know and with conflicting memories, she isn't sure what she believes.]

Thanks. I'll look forward to more drinks. [Maybe some with alcohol.] I think I'll go mingle now. Thanks again. For this.

[She lifts the fizzy pink drink that's already been decently sipped at.]

Have a fun night, biscuit. [He gives her a gentle wave of his fingers, half goodbye and half encouraging her to go out into the fray. After a moment, he adds a wink.] Don't do anything I would do.

Got it.

[Clary laughs as she turns to head back into the party. She isn't the biggest partier but this is fun and she's happy that she came.]

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

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