[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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[volitaunt]

[ He almost touches her cheek. He almost pulls her close, rests his forehead against hers. He almost twirls her around to distract from his his distractions. But those are all things that belong to a relationship that doesn't exist. Instead he takes a long, crinkling slurp from his shake and flashes her a smile that's half humor and half tired. ]

Remembering things can take it out of a guy, apparently.

[coy]

[ She watches him pad the silence with a long drink from his milkshake. She knows that tactic, Poe, she practically invented that tactic. She resists the urge to roll her eyes only because she can sense he's in pain or something like it. He looks more tired than the last time she saw him.]

Yeah, [ her eyes flicker to where she suspects there are cameras.] You look tired. [ Her expression is a non-verbal version of no offense.] Sleeping okay?

[volitaunt]

[ Poe is not a good liar. It shows in the way he opens his mouth, mentally scrambles for a convincing answer, and ends up saying: ] Yes?

[ He caught that glance, and he wishes suddenly that he hadn't left BB-8 with Rey. All he can do is turn so his back is mostly toward the indicated spot. ] I'm fine, I'll be fine, really. I don't want to bring heavy weather to a party.

[coy]

[ Here's not the place to talk and she figures if he wanted to say anything to her, he'd find a way to tell her. But she also knew that it wasn't technically any of her business. Even if the concern she felt for him was real, it wasn't hers to have anymore or ever.

And she wonders if the town's overlords would want her to treat him like an ex. She doesn't think she can.]

Then finish up your milkshake and come dance with me. That or I'm getting up on that karaoke stage and dedicating the next song to you.

[volitaunt]

[ That startles him. Both things do, actually-- the dance with me and the dedication. He's not sure why she would want him to dance with her, not after the talk at her brother's.... No, Steve's house.

Still, he sucks on the straw with renewed vigor, draining a portion of it before his head starts to pound. ] Ow, ow, ice-burn.

[coy]

[ Caroline's got her reasons, she's playing a part better than he seems to be. She wants the town to think she's falling into the routine, falling in line. She may not be a master manipulator on command like Katherine or some great spy but when her life is at stake, when the lives of those she cares about are... Caroline Forbes can pretend.

She snorts when he says what he does.] You mean brain freeze?

[volitaunt]

[ He squints at her, smile wry. ] Or that. Good name for it.

[ Most of what's left is that near-solid slush that's impossible to get through a straw. ] Does this count as finished?

[coy]

Good boy, [ She grins, moving to pluck the glass from his hands and set it on the counter next to her own to be taken away. ] Now dance or song?

[volitaunt]

Dance.

[ He can do that. They've done that. He's struck by the sudden memory of the two of them twirling on a makeshift dance floor one summer evening, not going to any particular style or even focusing on the beat of the song. There were other people there, he knows that, but it felt like the world had narrowed to the two of them, and like the press of centrifugal force could take them into the sky.

...Maybe picking dance was a bad idea. ]