Log; open

[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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[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."