Something slow-building and techno-ish was blasting through the speakers when an impeccably-suited, shiny-helmeted Francis entered, surrounded by a large crew which included Jens, Mathias, Heracles, Anja, a scowling Lovinia, and Katya. Alonzo, Sadiq, Cindy, Michelle, Mai, and a few other women trailed in shortly after, the girls tittering around the two men who were laughing and flirting like it was their job.
“Francis, let’s dance!” Michelle - dressed as a Native American - shouted, tugging on his tie, bracelets jingling.
“We just arrived,” he smiled, forgetting that no one could see through the helmet. “Shouldn’t we mingle a bit first? It is only polite.”
“No, no!” Katya said, her bunny ears flopping as she shook her head. “You’re a member of Daft Punk tonight! Let’s dance!”
“Yeah, go find your matching boy-toy,” Mathias slapped him on the back. “I’m sure he’s out on the dance floor.”
“Well?” Francis turned to the rest of the crew and raised a half-bent arm into the air, letting his hand limply gesture toward the dance floor, palm-up. “Who else would like to join me?”
Immediately Heracles and Katya moved to him, Heracles scratching the painted whiskers on his face. Michelle grabbed a cowgirl and a fawn - Cindy and Mei, respectively - and led the charge to the dance floor, laughing about how she was going to request some Baile Funk as soon as they got there.
Anja and Lovinia stood off the side, arms crossed, and Lovinia muttered “I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”
“You look ace in a steampunk outfit, I don’t know why you’re bitching about it,” a black-clad Anja retorted.
Lovinia huffed. “I don’t know why I even listen to you.”
Anja barked a laugh and threw an arm around the shorter girl’s shoulders, shaking her around while crooning “Because you looooove me, Lovi, we’re the bestest friends.”
“Stop that!” Lovinia shoved her off and attempted to pull her vest lower over her exposed abdomen.
“Ey, you two!” Mathias called. “We’re gonna go spike the punch bowl!” he grinned, holding up a bottle of Everclear. He yanked Jens - who was also wearing entirely black, but wearing round black plastic frames, a black bike helmet, and holding a cricket bat - and set off to the other end of the room.
Anja shrugged and followed the rest of them to the table, Lovinia reluctantly following.
---
“Wow, what are you?”
Sadiq looked to his right - a cute flapper with a short brown bob was looking him over, frowning. He braced an arm against the table and leaned back, smirking. “Xerxes, of course.”
She just frowned further.
He took a sip of his drink and resumed with “Otherwise known as Xerxes the Great, or Xerxes I of Persia.” Nothing.
“Whoa, wait,” Mathias interjected. “You’re actually in costume? You dress like this every day.”
“You dipshit, since when do I wear gold shorts around every day?” An incredulous stare. “Okay, shut up, but - I’m Xerxes! From 300, you know? Except Miller’s comic version, the movie sucked,” he snorted.
“Wait,” the girl narrowed her eyes. “So are those piercings real? And what are you?” she asked, pointing to Mathias, who was wearing all black, huge combat boots, topped with a tight black shirt with a hood over his head.
“Ve’re nihilists! Ve belief in nossing!” Mathias shouted while throwing a stuffed creature at Jens’ head.
Natalia stared and contemplated going back to talk to someone sane. Like Ludwig. “Riiiight,” she finally got out.
“They’re idiots, and yeah - “ Sadiq pointed to his face - “the piercings are real. Wanna drink?”
“We took over the punch bowl,” Alonzo chimed in, dumping something fruity into it.
Some disco-y remix filled the air, and Sadiq turned to Natalia and asked if she wanted to dance. She crossed her arms and said “Lay off - I am way younger than all of you, I know - and besides,” she sniffed, “you have enough girls around.” Mathias elbowed Alonzo in the side and made a joke about cradle robbing - Sadiq joined in the fun and made fun of Alozono’s “pedo-stache.”
“Hey, c’mon!’ Alonzo griped, “I’m John Oates, here! Who wouldn’t want to get with John Oates?”
LATFF [4d/?]
Something slow-building and techno-ish was blasting through the speakers when an impeccably-suited, shiny-helmeted Francis entered, surrounded by a large crew which included Jens, Mathias, Heracles, Anja, a scowling Lovinia, and Katya. Alonzo, Sadiq, Cindy, Michelle, Mai, and a few other women trailed in shortly after, the girls tittering around the two men who were laughing and flirting like it was their job.
“Francis, let’s dance!” Michelle - dressed as a Native American - shouted, tugging on his tie, bracelets jingling.
“We just arrived,” he smiled, forgetting that no one could see through the helmet. “Shouldn’t we mingle a bit first? It is only polite.”
“No, no!” Katya said, her bunny ears flopping as she shook her head. “You’re a member of Daft Punk tonight! Let’s dance!”
“Yeah, go find your matching boy-toy,” Mathias slapped him on the back. “I’m sure he’s out on the dance floor.”
“Well?” Francis turned to the rest of the crew and raised a half-bent arm into the air, letting his hand limply gesture toward the dance floor, palm-up. “Who else would like to join me?”
Immediately Heracles and Katya moved to him, Heracles scratching the painted whiskers on his face. Michelle grabbed a cowgirl and a fawn - Cindy and Mei, respectively - and led the charge to the dance floor, laughing about how she was going to request some Baile Funk as soon as they got there.
Anja and Lovinia stood off the side, arms crossed, and Lovinia muttered “I can’t believe I’m wearing this.”
“You look ace in a steampunk outfit, I don’t know why you’re bitching about it,” a black-clad Anja retorted.
Lovinia huffed. “I don’t know why I even listen to you.”
Anja barked a laugh and threw an arm around the shorter girl’s shoulders, shaking her around while crooning “Because you looooove me, Lovi, we’re the bestest friends.”
“Stop that!” Lovinia shoved her off and attempted to pull her vest lower over her exposed abdomen.
“Ey, you two!” Mathias called. “We’re gonna go spike the punch bowl!” he grinned, holding up a bottle of Everclear. He yanked Jens - who was also wearing entirely black, but wearing round black plastic frames, a black bike helmet, and holding a cricket bat - and set off to the other end of the room.
Anja shrugged and followed the rest of them to the table, Lovinia reluctantly following.
---
“Wow, what are you?”
Sadiq looked to his right - a cute flapper with a short brown bob was looking him over, frowning. He braced an arm against the table and leaned back, smirking. “Xerxes, of course.”
She just frowned further.
He took a sip of his drink and resumed with “Otherwise known as Xerxes the Great, or Xerxes I of Persia.” Nothing.
“Whoa, wait,” Mathias interjected. “You’re actually in costume? You dress like this every day.”
“You dipshit, since when do I wear gold shorts around every day?” An incredulous stare. “Okay, shut up, but - I’m Xerxes! From 300, you know? Except Miller’s comic version, the movie sucked,” he snorted.
“Wait,” the girl narrowed her eyes. “So are those piercings real? And what are you?” she asked, pointing to Mathias, who was wearing all black, huge combat boots, topped with a tight black shirt with a hood over his head.
“Ve’re nihilists! Ve belief in nossing!” Mathias shouted while throwing a stuffed creature at Jens’ head.
Natalia stared and contemplated going back to talk to someone sane. Like Ludwig. “Riiiight,” she finally got out.
“They’re idiots, and yeah - “ Sadiq pointed to his face - “the piercings are real. Wanna drink?”
“We took over the punch bowl,” Alonzo chimed in, dumping something fruity into it.
Some disco-y remix filled the air, and Sadiq turned to Natalia and asked if she wanted to dance. She crossed her arms and said “Lay off - I am way younger than all of you, I know - and besides,” she sniffed, “you have enough girls around.” Mathias elbowed Alonzo in the side and made a joke about cradle robbing - Sadiq joined in the fun and made fun of Alozono’s “pedo-stache.”
“Hey, c’mon!’ Alonzo griped, “I’m John Oates, here! Who wouldn’t want to get with John Oates?”