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[open mingle] from my laboratory in the castle east

Who: EVERYONE!
What: Diva's! Birthday! Masquerade!!
When: August 4
Where: the Nadril caves
Warning(s): This is a mingle, so please indicate if your starter isn't OTA. Also: please put any necessary warnings in your subject lines when things pop up!

Atsushi has been planning this for a while now, but needless to say, a certain dragon forced him to adapt his plans, and arguably not for the better. Still, he's determined to make this work! Diva told him she's never had a birthday party in all of her long life, and that is just not all right - so of course he promised her she'd have one this year.

He... should have maybe not said anything, and just done this in secret. Or at least he should have known better than to ask Diva what kind of party she wanted, because she sure had a lot of wishes... That's Diva for you, though. Besides, after more than 170 years without a birthday party, she deserves to say exactly what she wants!

Atsushi has spent more time than he probably should have, decorating a part of Nadril's cave system with fairy lights and anything else he could find. For being in a cave, the setting is very atmospheric! There's food, drinks, and recorded music - not all of it suited for a party, but there are instruments too, for the more talented guests.

A masquerade was Diva's first and foremost wish, and with everyone having limited means and fewer possessions here, masks have kindly been provided by your hosts at the entrance. Some are classy; some are a little unusual; some are -....... Well, you should probably be at the party in time, so all the good masks haven't been taken yet. How well have you disguised yourself? Did you bother to hide your identity at all?

A gift for the birthday vamp is appreciated, but your presence is the biggest gift. There's no better time than the present to forget the unresolved situation elsewhere on the planet, and have a little fun together!

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I'm actually perfectly content with not having a king. I'm not a big fan of politics as a general rule. I was just being a little bit of an arsehole. It's a thing.

[It's said bluntly, but not sheepishly. He's found his rhythm again in keeping time with the music, even if the prolonged eye contact makes him... Well, to be perfectly honest, it makes him giggle a little bit as a punctuation to his ramble. His wandering accent produces a surprisingly childish giggle.]

You were being playful. I like that about you. For me it is one of your many attractive qualities.

[He's just as honest with him in return. He's always been rather blunt in his honesty. Sometimes it can almost be harsh but right now it's anything but that. There's a warmth to it as he laughs softly while enjoying this dance he's having with the other.]

Though I think even if you were being something of an ass, I would still enjoy my time with you. You have a vibrant personality that I enjoy.

That is high praise. Most people think I'm a lot. [He's not even a little bit self-deprecating about it, either. He chooses to be this way. He chooses to kick open the doors to every place he walks into and say "look at me. i'm here. deal with my presence." If anything, being called "a lot" is a compliment, but being told that being that way is a good thing is beyond complimentary] Which is fine. I like being me. I like being vibrant. It just makes me an acquired taste for some and a highly decorated nuisance to others, but fuck it. I'm happy.

Most people think I'm a lot as well. So to me I say that you are just my sort of taste.

[However, that's not going to stop him from winking at him and giving him a particularly flirtatious sort of smile. Just the sort of thing that says he's not only very into him but also very willing to let him know as much. And why not? Beautiful people should be made to feel they're beautiful.]

Though, if you'd like I could have a taste to find out for sure.

[Molly's heart jumps into his throat just so he can swallow it again. Goddammit, superficial carnie charm works wonders when you're not expecting it to work and it sure doesn't work when someone throws genuine charm back at him. That glib, silvertongue of his gets tangled in knots and he's left sort of awkwardly swaying for a second to the rhythm- at least he can keep rhythm when he's trying to get his footing back.]

I'm not gonna say no to that. That would be a shite thing to say no to. Who in their right mind wouldn't oblige a handsome stranger with excellent taste a, ah... A taste.

[Just kiss him so he'll shut up.]

[He stops the dancing they're doing to catch Molly's chin with his fingers. Smiling down at him, he lets him stumble over his words a little longer before silencing them with a kiss. He keeps it innocent enough for now because in a way he's giving a taste of himself as well. Something to leave Molly wanting more for another time. After all, he already knows he'd like to have more of his friend at some point as well and this kiss has only sealed that for him.

With that said, he does let the contact linger, holding him close until their lips part and even then he doesn't let go. Why would he? He's quite fond of holding the other.]

[The last time Molly was kissed was the Pillow Trove, and to be fair that was mostly massage and ridiculous conversation and being fed grapes. There was kissing, though. And other intimate things. It wasn't necessarily the full-on threesome he led everyone to believe it was though, and it was also, most importantly, paid for. It counts because all affection counts. Just because you're getting paid for it doesn't mean you don't enjoy it and just because you paid for it doesn't mean it's the empty calories of physical exploration.

What it isn't is genuine- even for a novelty like Molly who counts his kisses and sexual deviance as units of time until he needs to leave a place before he becomes easy to tire of, a kiss from someone who actually thinks you're attractive and interesting as opposed to brassy, exotic, and fun is a rare thing. It still follows the same rules though. Don't wear out your welcome, especially if someone has a crush on you. Or something.

He has no idea what this is. Maybe Iskander is just as bold and forward as he is and better at selling it as actual interest, as opposed to just fun. But that's overthinking it. Really, he'd rather just enjoy this little taste.

'Cause sweet Moonweaver, that is a taste. He pulls back and bites his lower lip, one sharp canine dragging over the flesh without actually breaking skin.] That's, ah... That's... Yeah. I approve of that. That was nice.

[While Molly might be wondering if this is for fun or genuine interest, there is no question in Iskandar's mind. He likes the other and in his mind he doesn't see why it can't be both fun and interest. That's the beauty of the relationships that he enjoys. Why tie yourself down to only one person when there are so many out there to embrace?

Besides, who would he be to tie anyone down when he has three wives and countless lovers? Or at least he did as a human. These days that might still be true but it's more like as a Spirit he just has something of a...hmmmm...what's the word? Ah yes. A harem. A harem that is free to come and go as they please while he freely loves on them.

And he certainly would love to include his new friend in that. (He always has been one to move fast.)]

I'm pleased it meets your approval. I know I enjoyed the taste as well. I would say I've easily acquired one for you.

[Godsdammit, this motherfucker is smooth. Molly could never hope to be that bold and actually make it look good. If he said a line like that, he's fairly certain everyone he used it on would take it literally and run screaming.

Which is hilarious, but that's a different kind of effect.

He swallows down any gentle sarcasm about how long that'll last, because who does he think he is? Caleb? Fuck that. Smoke 'em while you got 'em, and to hell with what comes after.]

You're really good at this. I don't think I've met anyone who was that good at this who wasn't doing it professionally.

Kissing? Flirting? Both?

[Thinking about it, he realizes something rather important about himself.]

You know, I'd be very good at doing this professionally!

[It's true that some would find insult in this but not him. Instead he is realizing that this would be something he'd be very good at! Also? It would be fun. Think of all the sex he could have!

Iskandar has his priorities straight.]

Let's go with all of the above.

[Molly nods, showing teeth in his grin, not even realizing that it could be taken as anything but a compliment. Plenty of respectable people make money that way. He wouldn't, because he'd be terrible at it. It doesn't fit in with the way he views the world and how he treats people. Sex is a side venture for him. Moonlight trysts with strangers, a benediction to his goddess. It's new experiences and as close as you can get to another person without having to trust them.

But it's not a career move. Not for him. That said, he falls back on his superficial carnie charm, taking one hand out from around Iskander's waist to give him an affectionate pat on the pec.] It's a good way to make bank, I hear. Handsome, charming fellow like you would be rolling in gold within a week.

If I had any care for coin then I perhaps would consider it. As it is, it really matters little to me.

[He chuckles a bit and then gives him a wink. Honestly that isn't the only reason. He could keep that other reason to himself but that simply isn't his style. Iskandar has always been the type to say exactly what is on his mind without filter. Oh sure he can be diplomatic at times but obviously that isn't necessary right now.]

I also enjoy sex for pleasure too much to care much about remembering to gather coin after.

[Truth be told, Molly's fixation on coin is a combination of never having any and thus being a little greedy for it, and enjoying having it so he can take care of others. He likes being able to overpay as opposed to scrimping and counting every copper just to make sure there's food and supplies.

So he almost says as much, but realizes it's a complicated statement, and deigns to just stick his tongue in his cheek. How fortunate he is to find a like-minded individual. Moonweaver be praised, if she can see him now he's got a moonlit tryst worthy of benediction.]

That's fair. I'm all for getting paid to do what you love, but it gets messy. If anything worthwhile is happening, who is really remembering to exchange coin? [Maybe that's why they make you pay up front in most houses of favors. Huh.]

See? You understand!

[He laughs because usually this conversation goes very differently with others. Not that he...has this conversation a lot, mind you. It's just that when he does it tends to go a more judgmental sort of direction. People just seem so interested in judging rather than simply enjoying life. It's ridiculous honestly.

Iskandar really is liking Molly more and more as they talk. What a delightful and handsome person!]

Shall we get a drink? We haven't been dancing for a bit now honestly.

Absolutely. That's what a party like this is for. Dancing, celebrating, and drinking until you forget where you are.

[And he's had plenty of two of those things and not enough of the other. And, hey, now he doesn't have to drink alone. He gently extricates himself from Iskander's arms with a serpentine amount of flexibility and cups his hands around his mouth.] A round of drinks for this gentleman and me! Which one of you sods is feeling generous enough to serve us. Don't be shy!

[Yep. That's classic Molly.]

[A large hand comes to flop onto Molly's head and ruffle his hair a bit.]

So demanding! An attractive quality to be sure.

[But let him come and fix this situation.]

It is true though. We would like a round of drinks. Something strong to serve the moment. Perhaps a spiced wine of some sort. You have my thanks.

[And once they have their drinks? Well, he doesn't think to toast. Nope. He just drinks down half of it in a gulp with a sigh.]

Delicious!

[Molly makes a sound that's not unlike a purr just to be obnoxious about the hair ruffle, the jewelry on his horns jingling.

When presented with his wine, he's about to sip it, but upon seeing Iskander just down it, he murmurs "fuck it" and downs his own as well. He's no stranger to chugging alcohol, especially at a party. And it'll take a couple more of these to break down his firm constitution.]

Indeed. [He makes a satisfied noise as the taste lingers and the liquor burns its way down his throat.] The lady of the hour most definitely spared no expense at picking vendors, that's for certain.

As well she shouldn't! This party is to honor her! Were it mine then I would make it a grand affair as well!

[With a laugh, he finishes his wine then gets some more before looking to his new friend.]

Would you come if I ever threw such a party?

I would come to any party, whether they invited me or not. [He tips the empty glass in Iskander's direction.] But I'm glad to have a standing invite to something that promises to be spectacular with such a gracious host.

[He kisses the tips of the fingers of one hand and flicks his wrist in circles in flamboyant act of deference.]

You will always have a standing invitation to whatever I am doing, my friend. How could I not provide such to so beautiful a man?

[He might be winking but there's a sincerity to his words.]

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