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Adrian Veidt ([personal profile] defenestration) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-09-30 05:32 pm

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

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!

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[personal profile] selfmadman 2011-10-02 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
It takes Don a moment to place her; another moment to piece together the costume. "What happens at midnight?" he asks, eyebrows arching just high enough to clear the simple black mask--shot through with a single gray streak--he wears around his eyes. He has a beer in hand but there's no trace of it in his bearing: he's collected and attentive, for the time being.

[identity profile] fuckyouboots.livejournal.com 2011-10-02 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"We hit the bar for the leftovers," Cindy replies with a drunken chuckle. She doesn't recognize this man or his voice, mostly because she has been drinking, but also because they've only had a short forgettable conversation days ago. "My fairy godmother is my designated driver."

Or she's a real bitch, if Cindy wants to tell the truth.
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[personal profile] selfmadman 2011-10-04 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He presses his lips into a thin smile. It's that or wince. "Keep this up and there won't be any leftovers," he cautions, lightly enough, but there's an admonition underneath that layer of playfulness.

He sips from his glass and takes a discreet look around, as though seeking out a waiter to clean up a spill. "Where's Prince Charming?"