[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]

[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.