Costume Party in Honor of Lex Luthor's Birthday [OPEN]

[defenestration]

As stated on the invitation, Adrian is throwing a costume party to celebrate Lex's twenty-fifth birthday at the Luthor-Veidt Building in Brock Marsh. Everyone is welcome, whether they know Lex or not. There's plenty of food and free alcohol (mostly wine, fancy beer, and champagne), music and a space for dancing, and room to mingle and make new friends. Some simple and classy decorations, purple of course, have been put up on the first and second floors to create a festive atmosphere.

(A note to those who might try to take the opportunity to go snooping: security is insanely tight. The elevators will not go beyond the first and second floors without a special code, and there's an elevator operator who is very obviously there to make sure you don't try anything funny. The stairwells are likewise under guard and the private areas of the first floor are locked and under camera surveillance.)



[ooc: Please wait until a few threads are set up before tagging! Party time! Everyone is welcome!

Note: I've turned off notifs so if you need my attention in a specific spot, please PM or plurk me.]

Comments

[goodeintentions]

Aimery was instructed to have fun since it was a party, but his forays away from the vestibule consisted mostly checking in on various things, making sure everyone was having fun in a safe fashion, that the caterers were doing their jobs, etc. Sometimes he managed to relax and have a chat, even had himself a slice of delicious cake, but never managed to linger too long before he saw someone spill something —he tried to be discreet with his usage of his power when that happened, covering his hand with a napkin to hide it as he cleaned up— or lighting up a cigarette and needing to be told to take it outside.

Until later in the evening, that was, when he figured his task as greeter was finished and he had more freedom. By then he'd tired of his breastplate and abandoned it upstairs in his room; as much as he liked appearing as if he had that kind of fine muscle structure, he didn't have that kind of muscle structure and it wasn't worth carting it around. Once he could move properly, Aimery got to socializing properly between 'work' as well- having some cake, working his way through a few glasses of champagne for himself, even dancing a little (on the dance floor, of course) when a song he recognized came on.

[selfmadman]

Somewhere along the line Don had switched from beer to rye; somewhere along the line he'd had enough to reduce the music to a dull pounding. Still he sat at a remove from the dance floor, fingertips resting against his glass, cigarette loose in his lips. He drank unhurriedly, in deep appreciative swallows.

[goodeintentions]

It was the scent of smoke that got Aimery's attention, diverting himself from the bar towards the source of the smoke. He was just about ready to end his drinking for the night by then, having become suitably relaxed and just the wet side of tipsy, and had his own half-empty glass of whiskey in hand when he approached. There was authority in his voice as he spoke, mixed with a heaping dash of 'christ I'm off duty don't make me do this', "You're meant to smoke outside, sir."