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

[appetitive]

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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[girlexmachina]

Aloy turns her head to look at him without lifting it from the table, and she frowns at him. How to explain that cocktails are a thing she wasn't prepared for? "It doesn't taste like alcohol," she says, as sternly as she can which honestly isn't very, just at the moment. "Why would you do that? Or, if it isn't alcohol, then someone's... someone's drugged me with something else."

That had better not be the case.

"It tastes so good, though."

[appetitive]

Her answer explains it all, and Magnus relaxes into his seat a little more. Clearly, he should have made it more obvious that certain beverages were alcoholic. "I think the point of it not tasting like alcohol is to make it more enjoyable," he says with a small smile. "So no, you haven't been drugged."

Glancing at the remainder of the milkshake next to her, he reaches out and slowly pushes it away. "There are some without alcohol if you're determined to continue drinking milkshakes. I'd suggest some water first, though."

[girlexmachina]

"Right," Aloy says, with exaggerated precision. If she's impaired, then she has to try all the harder to be rational, surely. "Make up for the water lost from the alcohol. Makes sense."

She grits her teeth and stands, but overestimates the amount of effort she needs and just ends up banging the table under her outstretched hands; she grimaces, and sits back down.

"I need a minute first," she says, rubbing her temples.

[appetitive]

He doesn't get a chance to protest before she's standing, and though he winces at the thumb of her hands on the table, he's relieved to see her sitting again. "Take as many minutes as you need," he says, angling away from her slightly. He hopes that she's either not focused on him or inebriated enough that she won't noticed the way a tall glass of water materializes in one of his hands.

Offering it to her, he leans back in his chair as some concern drains away. She's sitting, she's got water, he doesn't need to hover. "I don't believe we've met before. I'm Magnus Bane."

[girlexmachina]

"Aloy."

Just Aloy. Because the question of her surname, or lack thereof, is... complicated, just at present, even when she isn't unexpectedly drunk. She wraps her hands around the glass of water, and holds it for a moment before taking a drink. She didn't see where it came from, true, but she also doesn't trust her judgement very much right now.

"I don't know why people do this on purpose," she mutters.

[appetitive]

Magnus doesn't blink at the lack of surname, though Aloy is definitely a unique given name if he's ever heard one. Still, his name is strange enough that he doesn't question it. "Pleasure to meet you, even if it could have been under better circumstances," he says with a rueful smile at the offending milkshake.

"What, drink alcohol? It can be quite enjoyable once you're used to it."

[girlexmachina]

"I doubt that," Aloy says darkly. "People drink to escape their problems. I don't run away from my problems."

She prefers to run head-on into them, preferably armed. But no one gave her a choice about that, lately. "Nothing gets solved. The problem's still there when you're drunk."

[appetitive]

A laugh escapes him, short but amused. "It's not just for escaping problems, though it does sometimes allow one to delay facing them. With the right amount, it makes for a very pleasant level of liberation." But he can't deny that drinking in excess, and at length, is often the result of trying to avoid a problem or situation that feels best forgotten.

[girlexmachina]

"There's nothing about this that seems pleasant to me," Aloy says, brusquely. She takes another long sip of water, with the sort of exaggerated care of someone who is drunk and knows it. "I never had a milkshake before," she adds, her voice low. She still has a sense that's not a thing she should talk about, at least. "You said there's some without alcohol, too?"