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Let's have a resounding headdesk for my inability to post things to the proper places lately.

When: December 31st early evening - January 1st early morning
Rating: Teen
Characters: Open to all. This is not a post for Niko, just a general post to facilitate action at the club. If you'd prefer to assume outside of this post that your characters are at Lux, that's fine (my inbox might thank you for it).
Summary: New Year's Party at Lux. Of utmost importance, have fun! Remember that club security is obliged to remove patrons who disturb the peace, so use your best judgment if you have a character inclined to get rowdy. If your character works at Lux, it is entirely up to you whether that character is on the schedule or not tonight. No underage drinking for characters, please, and keep that "Teen" rating up above in mind. Be courteous towards your fellow players so that everyone can enjoy. Thank you! ♥
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Champagne has been brought up from the wine cellar. Streamers and lights brighten the already lively interior. The vines twined around pillars and creeping up the walls are in full bloom, flowers of white and gold set against a backdrop of deepest green.

Plenty of space has been cleared for dancing, and the tables are arranged to allow for small, intimate groups or large and noisy gatherings. There's more than enough food to be had, and drinks for any taste.

It's Lux on New Year's Eve, and everyone is welcome to stay until well into the morning hours.

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Anita kept to herself mostly, content to nod and smile at the polite hellos sent her way. As busy as things were, she'd been having a quiet night since it seemed that everyone was planning on playing nicely.

It was official: There was nothing else he could worry over. He was almost desperate enough to consider making a problem, so he had something to fix, but generally sabotage was frowned upon. It also tended to cut careers short.

Reeve and his priorities needed to have a talk. Running the world, check. Running a bar? Not so much a high-stress lifestyle. It was almost like the Deities themselves were telling him to stop mucking about in the minutia and go fix his personal life.

He stepped out onto the floor and, after doing one last sweep around the room (just in case), he ended up leaning against the bar beside Anita.

"Good evening." Yup, excellent. She was sure to forgive him in a heartbeat.

"Hey."

It wasn't a hostile word, or an indifferent word. It was just pure and simple Anita. She'd been trying to keep things all business this evening, and had caught herself glancing over at Reeve several times. Each time she watched him for a long moment, then felt a dull stab of something, and had to look away.

"I think things are going altright tonight."

That? Pretty much sums up all the differences between then. But if she wants to do business, he can handle that. "suprisingly. But if Niko doesn't go home at midnight I'm chasing him out. With a broom, if necessary." Clearly, that not teasing thing is going well.

Finally she smiles, and it's one of her rarer ones; barely there affecting the bow of her lips. "You're being nice, then. I was going to manhandle him out, which I'm sure he'd protest."

It was so easy to fall back into such a comfortable place with Reeve. It kind of scared Anita sometimes.

"How are you tonight?"

It scared him too how natural it was with her. He glanced to the side as she asked her question. "Sorry," he answered.

The smile shifted and turned wistful. "No, I am. I'm a difficult person to be with, Reeve. I'm sorry for that. It's... just me."

"I'm no joy to be around most days." He reached out and took her hand lightly. "We don't have to discuss it tonight."

"Oh, I don't know about that," she murmured softly, her fingers wriggling to lace with his.

"You need to know some things, Reeve. I've never been good in relationships. I have a very nasty habit of picking and picking at them until things fall apart. I honestly have no idea how to be happy, because when I am, I look for things to go wrong and find some way to make it happen. It's stupid, but it's just... me."

He gave her fingers a tiny squeeze, appreciating the contact and the compliment for what they were.

"Fine, then, I've been forewarned. You're not going to scare me off so easily."

She was rapidly growing to mean so much to him, and he could tell himself as much as he wanted that it was infatuation, or a reaction to losing Yuffie and dying. But the academic truth couldn't change his feelings and right now? He didn't even want to think about what it would feel like to lose her.

"... remember those words when I'm pissing you off or have you upset because of something I said or did."

She prayed he was right. He was growing to be someone important to her and she'd lost enough in this City to want it to happen much more.

He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, squeezing her fingers again. "Fine. And you remember what a patient, forgiving person I am next time I have you upset."

The kiss made her smile and it was a glimps of the shyer side of Anita. He tempted her to lean in and kiss him properly but there was no way that would work while they were supposed to be working. Niko was already there and if he thought they were fooling around, he might send them on their way and try and take over.

That wasn't happening.

"I'll do my best."

He knows they need to behave, so he pulls back, leaving just their hands linked together. No one wanted Niko lifting a finger. Or even thinking hard about it.

"Deal." Besides, they both get a break later, and surely Niko can't begrudge them one dance. He'll just have to wheedle consent out of her, first.

Someone waves to Anita and she smiles and calls a greeting back. After a quick squeeze, she lets Reeve's hand go and leans in to murmur a quick "later, okay?" to him before winking and disappearing into the crowd.

Two hours later find her nowhere in sight, having escaped to a semi-quiet corner for a break.

Reeve lost track of her over the next few hours, though he would occasionally catch a glimpse of her from across the room. When he realized she'd broken away entirely, though, he clocked out for his own break and began searching around to find her.

Luckily, he knew the bar inside and out. Leftovers from Zombie Week. He finds her in her corner and, smiling, takes the seat next to her. He'd managed to swipe some desserts from the catering trays earlier, and he offers her them without a word.

She's been in her own little world, thinking, when she notices someone's joined her. Smiling, she looks up to see not only Reeve, but his offering as well. With a grin, her hand finds the nearest fork and she digs in; after all, she's still a woman and most women love sweets.

"Lord, this is good... I was hungry, too."

"Glad I could oblige." He smiled, watching her enjoy her treats.

"Can I ask what you were thinking?" It's not often that he gets to sneak up on her, after all.

That isn't a question Anita likes to answer most of the time. She took the time to finish what he'd brought her before settling the fork down and leaning back a little, eyes scanning the room once before she looked at Reeve.

"Just about the new year and how glad I was that I wasn't cursed with the resolution thing. I don't make them anymore."

Unfortunately for Anita, her boyfriend is dangerously curious. Still at least he asked if he can ask, and didn't demand to know outright. She's welcome to tell him to shove off.

"It's not terribly fun," he agreed, pressing his lips together briefly. Some of those had been embarrassing.

"Most of the curses here aren't. I tell you, if I end up a man one more time, I'm gonna shoot someone."

Her grin says she's not so secretly amused by that, even if she'd always deny it.

"Well next time the coffee machine starts talking to me, I'm shooting it," he counters. He can't help grinning at her grin. After all, the gender switches don't bother him. He just locks himself in his bedroom until they go away.

"You'll need to find something on your own since if you lay a hand on Brownie and I might have to hurt you."

Her tone was light and teasing, even if she was always so very serious about her beloved weapon. There were some things she just won't share, no matter what.

Without thinking, she reached out to trace a whorl in the wood of the table in front of her.

"So what else did you make as a resolution?"

"I have my shot gun." It's, uhm, in pieces somewhere, in a case, but it exists. And he'll haul it out next time the coffee pot tells him the first step is admitting he has a problem.

"Did you not see my post on the network? There's a laundry list." She's on it.

The thought of Reeve with ANY kind of large gun makes Anita chuckle. She shot a grin at him, trying to keep from teasing too much. Really, like she had anything to say about someone with large firearms...

"Oh, I saw it, but I know I used to write mine down and then think of fifteen more or so after I was done with the official list."

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