[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

[nascensibility]

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering décor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]




[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

Comments

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[He might say he saw enough of her for it to count. He might say that he can tell enough about her to know far more than she might be comfortable with.

But he doesn't say either of those things.]

I don't. But in the morning, you will.

[endingpoint]

Don't care.

[ And with that, she upends her glass. ]

Doesn't matter anyway. Nothing does, so.

[ So, she'll just swipe another glass from a passing tray. ]

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[Crowley raises one eyebrow slightly. It's part of his job to push humans into doing bad things, but... this is just a little bit sad.

They've become so proficient at doing it all for themselves, he never really has to do very much at all. He may regret asking, but he finds that the words come out anyway--]

What's got you so upset that you felt the need to bring it to a party?

[endingpoint]

[ It's only when he says that, that Jane realizes she's being that person. She's ruining the party, Evie's party, and she looks full of regret instantly. ]

I'm...sorry. Sorry. I'm going. I'll...I just...I need to go.

[ Because no one needs this, no one has earned the annoyance of having to deal with a sad drunk woman at a party. ]

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[Ouch. That whiplash into regret almost stings. He almost feels it, and that's a new one on him. It isn't that he set out to upset her (she looks upset enough as it is), but this... feels like an improvement.

Sort of.]

You should get some fresh air.

[He nods his head towards one of the doors on the far side of the ballroom.] Clear your head.

[endingpoint]

[ She doesn't really question whether or not he's going with her. She just goes at his advice, and he's actually gotten her to abandon her drink as she does. Jane nods, walking until she's not just out of the ballroom but outside, and doesn't stop as she leans against the mansion to see if he came. She just cries, a breath escaping her in a puff of air as she does.

Maybe, on some level she senses him there, because she tries to stop, wiping at her eyes, hands shaking, and mumbles. ]

Sorry. I'm sorry.

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[Crowley isn't the sort of person usually found dispensing advice. He is definitely not the sort of person usually found dispensing good advice. This time appears to be an exception, and he has no idea why he follows her except that somewhere in the back of his mind a little voice (with dark hair and blue eyes) tells him that he probably should.

So she doesn't end up walking into the lake and drowning herself or something.

She's crying when he catches up to her, and he closes the door, dulling the music and chatter that still reaches them down to a muffled hum. He reaches inside a pocket for a cigarette and lights it before he joins her, standing a few feet away.

After a few moments, from another pocket, he produces a handkerchief (monogrammed 'A J C') and offers it to her without comment.]

[endingpoint]

[ Sniffling, she takes the handkerchief with a mumbled 'thank you' and dabs at her eyes, before swallowing and looking over at him. ]

Can I have one of those?

[ She means a cigarette. She doesn't smoke, but maybe today's the day to start, or alternatively, find out if she ever did before. Maybe it'll trigger a memory. ]

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

... Sure.

[He gets the idea, and hands her a cigarette without even questioning whether or not it's a good idea. If it is, he's not going to take the credit. If it isn't, he'll happily take the blame.

What he offers her to light it is not a lighter, or a match, but a small flame dancing over the tips of his fingers as he presses the pad of his thumb lightly to his first and second fingertips.]

[endingpoint]

[ Jane inhales and, what do you know - no choking. So, maybe she was a smoker, once. She notices the flame and takes a drag before looking at him, drunk enough that she's not surprised. Wonderland kind of takes the shock out of things anyway. But she is curious. ]

Are you magic?

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[The flame goes out, and he snorts softly as his attention goes back to his own cigarette. He doesn't do these things to show off, but it's easier than carrying something around with you that might not always work.]

I'm a demon. [He tells her. In Wonderland, there's little use in lying about it.] Or a fallen angel. Whichever you like.

[endingpoint]

Oh.

[ She's trying to remember if she's met a demon before in Wonderland. ]

You saw me naked.

[ It's the first thing she thinks, courtesy of the alcohol: A demon has seen her naked. ]

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

[He gives her a quick up-and-down look. Yes, he saw her naked. He remembers that.]

I saw Eve naked. Try not to think about it too much.

[And, really, she has nothing to worry about.]

[endingpoint]

[ The only problem with that is drunk, it doesn't connect in her head. Sure, okay, he saw another woman here naked. Cool. ]

So do you know things? How does it work? Are you all knowing or...

[ She gestures vaguely with the cigarette before taking a drag. ]

[saunteredvaguelydownwards]

You're confusing me with--- [Ngk.] Someone else.

[An idle handwave. He shakes his head.]

No, I'm not. I know what I observe, and I've observed a lot. I see Good and Evil, and I can perform miracles, if I feel like it.