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[SCENE & OPEN THREAD] Julian's Birthday Partay
Because I am ridiculous, I have a soundtrack for Julian's party:
1. Stripper // Soho Dolls
2. Sugar Water // Cibo Matto
3. Three Wishes // The Pierces
4. Euphoria // Collide
5. Exodus 04 // Utada Hikaru
6. Protege Moi // Placebo
7. Secret // The Pierces
8. Excess // Tricky
9. Optimissed // Skinny Puppy
10. Sweet Dreams // Marilyn Manson
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Last night...
The top two floors of the Elite Hotel were a different world.
The beating of music and dim lighting gave the royal suite the feel of an old speakeasy -- yet the rich velvet curtains and dark mahogany furniture textured the atmosphere with a sophistication and an mesmerizing allure. Students of Xavier's and others in short dresses and corsets, in suits and hats were milling around the Persian rugs with crystal glasses and feather boas, talking animatedly with big smiles.
The sultry music picked up just as Ali, Jono, and Kevin entered the party, all three shrugging and exchanging glances as busboys fussed around their musical equipment, leading the band to the right next to a small makeshift stage.
"I don't think so, buddy," Ali muttered, holding her guitar like a vice as an unsuspecting helping hand reached for it. "We can take it from here," she said over the recorded music, eyes trailing from the concierge to the stage.
A line of scantily-clad corseted performers were dancing with prefect red-lipsticked smiles, heels pumped up and garters locked in place.
Ali whistled and nudged Jono. "Only Julian," she pronounced.
Jono grinned and gave her a wink. "Did you expect anything less?"
"Hey! Kid, you came!" Out of nowhere, Julian appeared between Jono and Kevin, one arm locking the younger boy in a headlock.
To say Kevin freaked would be accurate -- he paled and tried to wrench away from underneath Julian's arm. "Don't do that!" He screeched, voice high and finally freeing from the grip. "I could kill you!"
The birthday boy rolled his eyes, lips already wrapping around the glass in his hand, downing the contents. He placed the empty container on a passing tray and scooped up three more, glancing up and down at the roaming waitress -- her get-up was not unlike the dancing girls. "Cool off, kid. It's a party!" He exclaimed, handing two over to Ali and Jono.
"Are you already drunk, mate?" Jono asked warily, not even glancing down at his own crystal champagne as he took it.
"Lightweight," Ali smirked, gulping her glass.
"Hardly," Julian answered with a scoff, ignoring his best friend's jab. "So you guys are good with getting set-up?"
"Yeah, we're good," Jono answered.
"Awesome," Julian answered, eyes trailing to the winding stairs that led into the next level of the party. "Got people to see." He passed Jono with a pat on the arm. "Text if you need anything, gorgeous," he told Ali, kissing her cheek and then sauntering off to the stairs, taking a sip of his new drink.
"I don't get a drink?" Kevin pouted from his half-assembled drum set, watching as Julian left.
"You're too young!" Jono said, pointing a mocking and accusatory finger at him.
"Way too young," Ali agreed, nodding gravely. Kevin's face fell and Jono bent over to open his guitar case. Ali mouthed the word "later" to Kevin with a mischievous smile, pointing towards him and then stage-drinking.
He blushed.
Julian was already across the room, smiling and accepting "happy birthday!"s with a patient and grateful stride.
His cyan eyes strayed to the stairs again, but a familiar voice over his shoulder distracted him. "Mom would have a heart attack if she knew what you were doing to our hotel."
He turned to meet James' smirk and perched glasses.
"I'm surprised you're not having one," he grinned, pulling his brother into a hug. "I bet this is the most you've seen of any woman in your entire life," he joked before stepping back.
James choked out a laugh and sipped his champagne, shaking his head. "Happy birthday, little brother."
"Yeah, yeah," Julian brushed the his words off, "not so little anymore."
"Just in the brain."
"How's yours, by the way? The..."
"Technopathy?" James offered.
"Yeah, whatever, that."
"Been working on it," he answered, leaning forward as a group of younger girls squeezed through the crowd, arms high and dancing to the slow, hypnotizing music. "I actually got a hold of Reed Richards for his opinion. We met last year during a public relations dinner--"
"Fascinating," Julian said, taking a sip and hitting James on the back. "Absolutely."
James' eyes rolled, voice slightly strangled as he changed the topic. "So -- how is -- I mean -- I haven't spoken to Ororo in--"
"Oh my god," Julian exclaimed, turning away, "chase your own pussy."
"I was just wondering-!"
James' voice was drowned into the closing crowd and Julian finally made it to the stairs, but instead of walking up them he stopped on the first, leaning against the railing. "Hey," he whispered to the woman in his path, hand lingering at her corseted waist.
Startled blue eyes met his and his grin widened. Amara blinked quickly and looked back to Meg, who was frowning at Julian with the utmost disdain.
"Excuse me," he said politely, slowly, brushing past her and bounding up the stairs. When he looked back, Amara's eyes were fluttering to his, a small imperceptible blush touching her cheeks.
1. Stripper // Soho Dolls
2. Sugar Water // Cibo Matto
3. Three Wishes // The Pierces
4. Euphoria // Collide
5. Exodus 04 // Utada Hikaru
6. Protege Moi // Placebo
7. Secret // The Pierces
8. Excess // Tricky
9. Optimissed // Skinny Puppy
10. Sweet Dreams // Marilyn Manson
DOWNLOAD HERE
Last night...
The top two floors of the Elite Hotel were a different world.
The beating of music and dim lighting gave the royal suite the feel of an old speakeasy -- yet the rich velvet curtains and dark mahogany furniture textured the atmosphere with a sophistication and an mesmerizing allure. Students of Xavier's and others in short dresses and corsets, in suits and hats were milling around the Persian rugs with crystal glasses and feather boas, talking animatedly with big smiles.
The sultry music picked up just as Ali, Jono, and Kevin entered the party, all three shrugging and exchanging glances as busboys fussed around their musical equipment, leading the band to the right next to a small makeshift stage.
"I don't think so, buddy," Ali muttered, holding her guitar like a vice as an unsuspecting helping hand reached for it. "We can take it from here," she said over the recorded music, eyes trailing from the concierge to the stage.
A line of scantily-clad corseted performers were dancing with prefect red-lipsticked smiles, heels pumped up and garters locked in place.
Ali whistled and nudged Jono. "Only Julian," she pronounced.
Jono grinned and gave her a wink. "Did you expect anything less?"
"Hey! Kid, you came!" Out of nowhere, Julian appeared between Jono and Kevin, one arm locking the younger boy in a headlock.
To say Kevin freaked would be accurate -- he paled and tried to wrench away from underneath Julian's arm. "Don't do that!" He screeched, voice high and finally freeing from the grip. "I could kill you!"
The birthday boy rolled his eyes, lips already wrapping around the glass in his hand, downing the contents. He placed the empty container on a passing tray and scooped up three more, glancing up and down at the roaming waitress -- her get-up was not unlike the dancing girls. "Cool off, kid. It's a party!" He exclaimed, handing two over to Ali and Jono.
"Are you already drunk, mate?" Jono asked warily, not even glancing down at his own crystal champagne as he took it.
"Lightweight," Ali smirked, gulping her glass.
"Hardly," Julian answered with a scoff, ignoring his best friend's jab. "So you guys are good with getting set-up?"
"Yeah, we're good," Jono answered.
"Awesome," Julian answered, eyes trailing to the winding stairs that led into the next level of the party. "Got people to see." He passed Jono with a pat on the arm. "Text if you need anything, gorgeous," he told Ali, kissing her cheek and then sauntering off to the stairs, taking a sip of his new drink.
"I don't get a drink?" Kevin pouted from his half-assembled drum set, watching as Julian left.
"You're too young!" Jono said, pointing a mocking and accusatory finger at him.
"Way too young," Ali agreed, nodding gravely. Kevin's face fell and Jono bent over to open his guitar case. Ali mouthed the word "later" to Kevin with a mischievous smile, pointing towards him and then stage-drinking.
He blushed.
Julian was already across the room, smiling and accepting "happy birthday!"s with a patient and grateful stride.
His cyan eyes strayed to the stairs again, but a familiar voice over his shoulder distracted him. "Mom would have a heart attack if she knew what you were doing to our hotel."
He turned to meet James' smirk and perched glasses.
"I'm surprised you're not having one," he grinned, pulling his brother into a hug. "I bet this is the most you've seen of any woman in your entire life," he joked before stepping back.
James choked out a laugh and sipped his champagne, shaking his head. "Happy birthday, little brother."
"Yeah, yeah," Julian brushed the his words off, "not so little anymore."
"Just in the brain."
"How's yours, by the way? The..."
"Technopathy?" James offered.
"Yeah, whatever, that."
"Been working on it," he answered, leaning forward as a group of younger girls squeezed through the crowd, arms high and dancing to the slow, hypnotizing music. "I actually got a hold of Reed Richards for his opinion. We met last year during a public relations dinner--"
"Fascinating," Julian said, taking a sip and hitting James on the back. "Absolutely."
James' eyes rolled, voice slightly strangled as he changed the topic. "So -- how is -- I mean -- I haven't spoken to Ororo in--"
"Oh my god," Julian exclaimed, turning away, "chase your own pussy."
"I was just wondering-!"
James' voice was drowned into the closing crowd and Julian finally made it to the stairs, but instead of walking up them he stopped on the first, leaning against the railing. "Hey," he whispered to the woman in his path, hand lingering at her corseted waist.
Startled blue eyes met his and his grin widened. Amara blinked quickly and looked back to Meg, who was frowning at Julian with the utmost disdain.
"Excuse me," he said politely, slowly, brushing past her and bounding up the stairs. When he looked back, Amara's eyes were fluttering to his, a small imperceptible blush touching her cheeks.
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"Aw, thanks!" Julian said genuinely. Not one to savor moments, Julian tore open the present immediately. "It's a... controller? A game controller!"
It was a red-and-black, specially made XBox controller that had a "Hellion" enscription on it. Jono said, "I know you can't be bothered getting your own system, but you can't hide it from me, I know you like playing on it! Now you can use that wireless one to play on mine whenever."
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