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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

When; Saturday, August 12th
Rating; G-NC-17?
Characters; Open!
Summary; The Blue Light turns 1.
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The Blue Light is decorated; it's got it's usual jazz style but tonight there's some more to it; curtains and tables all look a little bit dated, because they are. Where Blue and Promise found the furnishings for this particular party is something that both of them won't tell, but it looks terrific.

There are corners to hide in and corners to party in, and good music and good booze. It's a party!

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue is mostly playing the trumpet and having a good time with the band, but from time to time he manages to come down from the stage for a drink and a moment with the crowd, and whoever wishes to say hello. He's wearing his usual blue vest over his usual blue getup, but if anyone looks closely they'll see that it's got an old-fashioned, nineteen-twenties cut to it.

He's smiling, he's happy.

But then, with Blue, it's hard to tell.

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

Tony waved to Blue between sets, glad to see his boss enjoying himself. There were quite a few people waiting to mingle with Blue and congratulate him on Blue Light reaching the one year mark, so Tony didn't do more then wave.

He figured Blue would make his way over to the bar eventually and he could give his own congratulations.

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue smiled when he saw Tony wave, and he waved back. It was a bit off, a little, to see Tony without Lee, even after all the month he had been back. It had been even more off to see Tony and know that Tony didn't know who the Corinthian was. It wasn't off-putting, it was just...strange. Like a stranger.

But that didn't bother Blue, even though he would like a friend who knew who Cori was and what Cori did and would maybe not think about what he did to try and save his relationship. But that was impossible, maybe, so Blue didn't expect it. Instead he sidled over to the bar when he found the time and gave Tony a nod. "Hey," he said. "Pour me one." Virgin, please, as usual.

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

Tony mixed Blue a drink without alcohol (he figured that it didn't go well with playing the trumpet and singing, Zev had said something about that once) and placed it in front of Blue with a smile.

"You look good," he said, meaning it earnestly. Unlike Tony in his get-up, Blue actually wore his 20's styled clothes like he belonged in them. And, from what Tony knew of Blue so far, he probably did. Sometimes it was weird to think about the mish-mash of people from different times here in the City.

"Everyone so far seems to be enjoying themselves. I think we can call the party a success."

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[primrosella.livejournal.com]

The band is certainly keeping busy this evening, but every so often Rosella finds a minute to sneak away and go enjoy a drink for herself. It's a pleasant party, this speakeasy, bouncing and lively and bright. Which, she supposes, is rather how an anniversary ought to be.

So when she does manage to catch a glimpse of Blue in the crowd, she starts to work her way toward him at once; it's far from the first time she's seen him this evening, but there isn't much opportunity for idle chatting when the band is playing, after all. With a drink in her hand and a bright smile on her face, she weaves her way through the crowd until she reaches his side.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue doesn't turn his head when he feels someone near him - this person is someone he is very familiar with, he doesn't need to move to know who she is. "Hello," he says quietly, resisting the urge to steal her drink just to make her squeal in protest. "How are you, Miss Rosella?" he asks, nudging her just a bit with his shoulder.

The truth is that as much as she claims to rely on him, Rosella is as much Blue's shield as he is hers. Maybe not in the same way; maybe not from physical harm, but sometimes he can have a bad day, or a terrible night, and the next time he talks to her suddenly everything can fall away. Blue hopes that isn't a terrible kind of advantage that he's taking of her, not when she is so kind to him.

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[primrosella.livejournal.com]

"I can hardly keep my toes from tapping! It's a wonderful time," she answers cheerfully, nudging him right back. It's a little tempting to tilt her head and rest it on his shoulder as she watches the crowd, but she'll settle for sipping her drink instead, blissfully unaware of the peril that drink might be in, if Blue changes his mind and decides to steal it away after all.

It's easy to forget all the thoughts she's been dwelling on for the past few days, standing here and listening to the music and soaking up the experience of the whole occasion. And it's odd to think of just how many times she's been here in the past year, sometimes laughing and sometimes in tears. A year can be such a very long time.

"So tell me," she adds, glancing over at Blue with a grin, "How close does all of this come to the real thing?"

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[winewomenand]

Robin couldn't show up at the party without stopping by to visit-- visit, bother, did it make a difference in the end with Robin? --the proprietor himself. He makes his way over, a hi-ball glass in hand, to swing an arm around Blue's shoulders and plant a wet, friendly kiss smelling of sugar and booze on the side of his cheek before anyone has a chance to argue.

His sentiment is honest. Robin knows better than most how hard it is to get a business off of the ground in any economy. Most fail in the first year.

"For good luck!"

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Blue manages to tolerate the kiss, and he manages to do so with some grace - that is to say a genuine smile. He never really gets kissed, but a kiss on the cheek he can accept. And from Robin he knows it's probably as much a sign of drunkenness as affection, so it doesn't bother him.

"Thanks, Robin," he says. "Are you having fun?"

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[winewomenand]

"I am having the most fun that I could possibly hope to with my clothing still on, I will be perfectly honest. Take it as a compliment."

It is both a sign of drunkenness as well as affection, amongst other things, but the bright side of Robin is that he pays nearly everyone the same level of physical attention if he feels he can get away with it. With Blue, he does feel he can get away with it. So he raises a hand to fix the boy's hair a little as he moves away, giving him a critical look and framing him with boxed fingers.

"Don't you look a picture in that getup. Subtle difference, but still there. Such a character."

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[camoerrista.livejournal.com]

The opportunities in the City to make Firo feel at home had been more than what people from other worlds might have expected from another dimension, so Firo supposes he's just exceptionally lucky.

And the sounds and atmosphere of Blue's party is one of those instances where he feels he belongs, despite this place being not really 1930's New York. He spots Blue among the crowd and makes his way over, a half-smile playing on his face. As he does he notices that even the furnishings remind him of his world.

Yep, definitely feels like home.

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[irislover.livejournal.com]

Romeo and Blue could have been mistaken as cousins by the similitude of their jovial smiles, fashion sense (including their preference for blue) and their apparent age. He wouldn't have minded to have a cousin like Blue, actually, he preferred his company over Mercutio's.

As other people approached to congratulate him, Romeo stayed sitting on a seat, waving and enjoying the music as anything he could do in absence of Juliet.

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[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

Tony wasn't sure about the slicked back hair, or the suspenders, although he supposed they worked better than the belts he was having to wear lately. Formal wear just wasn't him thing and he always felt awkward in anything more dressy than jeans and a t-shirt. It was a small comfort that this was more a costume party than anything else, so he wasn't supposed to look like he belonged in such an outfit.

He worked the bar which was busy and bustling and louder than usual but that was okay. It was an easy kind of loudness, not a pushy kind. Money flitted across the bar and into the cashbox, as well as many bills into the tip jar which pleased Tony immensely. He wanted a nice chunk of change to put towards the Welcome Center.

Every so often, Tony's eyes would stray to the watch on his wrist and then out to the dance floor. He'd be getting a break soon and then there'd be his own chance to mingle and join in the loudness. A crowd with an easy vibe was always a welcome distraction and Tony was ready to let his hair down. As much as it could be when slicked back, that is.

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[winewomenand]

For Robin's part, he looked like he belonged in nearly anything, not least among these a pair of expensive suspenders and oiled hair. He also had lived through the twenties and certainly felt like he belonged in a crowd, as well as at a bar, so it was all around a very workable night for the puck, who was feeling very much himself. Which meant finding his way to the bar where Tony was now working at the height of the night, already with plenty drink in him but room for much more.

At the moment his mark was the tip jar, which he had recently seen some hefty, larger bits of cash dropped into recently; easier to make stealing them worthwhile. He waited until Tony looked swamped and distracted by his watch before sidling onto a seat near the jar and reaching two scissoring fingers into the slit on the top, resting his chin casually against the back of his other wrist, propped up on the bartop.

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[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

Tony collected another set of coins from the bar top along with an empty glass and juggled the two as he moved over to the cash box. The extra change he closed between his teeth, as he'd run out of hands for the moment and when he turned to drop off the coin into the tip jar he almost swallowed it instead.

"Robin!"

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[winewomenand]

Don't go choking, Tony. Imagine how awkward it would be if Robin Goodfellow had to give you CPR. Robin didn't even have the shame or decency to look startled, or guilty, for being caught in the act. He didn't even remove his fingers from the jar and, instead, turned his head slowly to look at the other man with a small but wicked, pointed little smile and half-lidded eyes. He was, in fact, particularly drunk. But still more than sober enough to function, clearly.

"Look, he knows his shapes. I am so proud."

Open; sorry this is so late in the game!

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Penny, coaxed out of her corner of mope by Sorrow, approached the bar and Tony (who, until Sorrow had provided his name, had been referred to as "The Cute Bartender Who Is Probably Either Taken or Gay" in her head), shoving a couple of dollars into the tip jar.

"Hey. I'm told you're the guy to go to for a drink?"

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[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

Tony looked up at the girl and offered her a smile, since she seemed a little nervous. He could jive with that. Costume parties weren't everyone's thing and the weird clothes alone were enough to make him itch.

"That's right. What can I get you?"

[spiritofsorrow.livejournal.com]

Sorrow hadn't been to a party in over twenty years, and it made him feel ancient. Sure, he had only been about fifty when he was killed, add two years for time lurking around as a ghost, but that made him straight in the center of middle-aged, not ready to keel over in mind, and certainly not too old to go to a party from his own timeline and have some good old fun over something containing lots of vodka.

At least the theme was from his era, and to his credit, he had finally ditched the camouflage in favor of something nicer but still in accordance with his military air: a dusky blue Soviet dress uniform, something he had tailor-made for the occasion. Its red piping and patches marked him as a KGB lieutenant, and the style was definitely from the early 1900's. It looked identical to his old uniform, minus the ratty edges it had gotten from wearing it a little too much.

Smoothing his hand over his receding hairline -- God, he felt like an old man in a kid's uniform -- he strode up to the bar and sat down on one of the stools. Peering at the bartender, he adjusted his glasses and felt his lips part in a grin. His usually mellow baritone rose to a spry, loud note.

"Tony?" He waved a paper-white hand at the boy to catch his attention, and then turned to look out at the guests and Blue.

[darkest0knight.livejournal.com]

Tony paused between refilling martini glasses at the sound of his name and looked up. He recognized the man, even in the new costume, and waved back with a smile. When he'd finished up the refills he made his way over to that end of the bar.

"Hey, Sorrow. I didn't expect to see you here." He didn't think parties seemed like the older man's thing, but what did he know? "Can I get you a drink?"

[spiritofsorrow.livejournal.com]

"I know how to have fun, although it may not seem so." He chuckled and leaned against the bar, turned to the side though he was looking back at Tony. Nodding at the question, he tried to remember what he drank, back in the day. Mostly he remembered hunching around flasks of whatever the Cobras had brought along when off-duty, but nonetheless "I'll trust your recommendation, but whatever it is, make it with vodka."

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Penny was at the party in a purely physical way. Mentally, she was off trying to save everyone in the prison in some heroic and completely unrealistic fashion. Action-Penny, with sword-swinging and people-saving action.

Since she wasn't Action-Penny and it would have been incredibly rude to miss the Blue Light's anniversary, she was at the party, fully dressed for the Prohibition Era. Her heart wasn't into it, though. Everything had been so confusing what with the dying and Billy and--oh, Billy. She couldn't tell him she was dead, but how long could she go around pretending? And he liked her, and then there was Hammer, and the Welcome Center still needed work, and now the deities were torturing people and holding them in a prison somewhere, and she hadn't heard from all of her friends...

There wasn't much to celebrate.

Penny slipped off to one side, mindfully avoiding Blue and Sorrow. Just for now, she told herself. I'll go say hi when I get in a partying mood.

She was very bad at lying to herself.

[spiritofsorrow.livejournal.com]

He caught a flash of auburn hair and turned to look at the face it belonged to. Penny was looking pensive, completely absent from whatever activity was at hand, and now that he could understand her in a bit of a spiritual way...tormented. In some manner. It was just the way she acted, and moved, and generally held herself, and not everyone would notice it.

He slid off his barstool and approached her, reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder.

"Penny?" He kept his voice low, so as not to scare her.

[horrible-penny.livejournal.com]

Of course she couldn't hide from Sorrow. He was perceptive--quick to notice when something was off. Part of Penny was glad he had decided to talk to her. Maybe it was selfish, but she did like having someone there who wasn't oblivious to the reality behind forced smiles and facades of normalcy.

She smiled in what she hoped was a moderately convincing fashion. "Hey, Sorrow. Enjoying the party?"

[sings4dragons.livejournal.com]

Menolly was taking a break from playing, even if it was a short one. She was having fun with almost everything that was going on for the evening, even down to getting dressed (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v618/weissgrrl/untitled.jpg) for the evening. She waved to a few familiar faces in the crowd and went to find something to drink.