003 | OPEN. red lipstick on the end of a cigarette.

[norea]

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik, and OPEN.
What: A show premieres at The Vault.
Where: The Vault.
When: Evening til the wee hours of the morning.
Notes: I will set up sections in the comments for people to hang out.
Warnings: WELL IT'S AN ADULT CLUB, SO.

The show starts at nine o'clock, and the bar is full pretty quickly thereafter, but the variety in the club is pretty striking. Xenians in their best suits, non-Xenians in leather and ripped fishnets, everything in between. There doesn't seem to be a lot of cultural divide here between human and not, even given recent issues. Hasibe makes good on her promise to have members of her cohort given seating preference, as she's sweet-talked the cocktail dress-clad hostesses, and the bartenders (in their vague approximations of suits with very open shirts) are aware that she's invited a lot of heavy drinkers. ...she just assumes people in her cohort want to drink--they've been kidnapped to a strange city with many new things to offer, so why wouldn't they?

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[rhinemaid]

Despite the habit of treating Ivan like mobile furniture that she's entitled to at all times, Ilde isn't actually spending her entire evening glued to his hip and can occasionally be found exploring on her own, cocktail in hand. The chandelier appeals to her for several reasons over the course of the evening; it's beautiful, so she has every intention of taking advantage of the fact she's being spoiled with it this evening, and it's also a little less bustling than below. It's never that she doesn't want to be social, just--

Sometimes it's easier than others, and sometimes it's not such a terrible thing to have a bloody great chandelier to retreat to with her drink, a little bit quieter and a little less packed. Alcohol makes the large crowd easier to deal with, but not so much she's not lighting another cigarette upstairs and enjoying, for a moment, crowd-watching from somewhere that's a little less intimate with the rest of it. She slides her foot up the back of her other leg, registering briefly Hasi and a man she doesn't recognize, then letting her attention wander further.