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?

Comments

[rhinemaid]

Dedication, or casual entertainment of any patrons that way inclined. Ilde, ever obliging, raises the hem higher and shifts so Penelope can see how the garter-belt is sitting on her waist.

"Black is good- cream and gold, sometimes something bright to pop, like this? The vintage feel, I like the high-waists and that shape, with the lace. A bodysuit, something I can mix and match casually like that? Tap pants and that across your arse cut- oh, I really like the long-line bras?" With her free hand, she gestures from her breasts down her rib-cage, illustratively. "I like silk a lot, and the nice diaphanous slips."

[mirrorswillfall.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I like the like, chiffon and silk type. Draping, elegant, classic, tasteful but modern silhouettes. I think I could do that, yeah. I've still got your measurements so I could work on that right away if you want."

Penelope suddenly needs a cigarette. Like, strongly. It is hard to be a designer and not be smoking. Why isn't she smoking. Argh.

[rhinemaid]

Ilde flicks one of her garter-straps before she lets her dress fall back into place, boosting back onto the barstool and crossing her knees with a smile that's eased into place with the help of the brandy in her cocktail. "That sounds perfect. And- yes, feminine but not fussy."

[mirrorswillfall.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a plan. I'll have something for you by next week."

She gets to her feet, hops back on her barstool, and it's like it never happened. Her body language shifts back to her usual fashionably-jaded, disaffected Hot Young Bitch default, and she sips at her drink and raises it at Ilde.

"To more business for me. And Hasi's bar, I guess. Me, though."