Log; Open; Ongoing;

[thewildone]

When; October 16th, evening
Rating; PG-13, possibly R in certain threads
Characters; Time Bomb, friends, guests of friends, random people Curt ran into on the street, and party crashers
Summary; Rain or shine--or total lack of shine--the album release party is going forward.
Log;Curt probably could have managed to throw a larger party, but he didn't really want one, and the half of the bar they've rented out is filling up fast enough as it is. He's gone for his shiny silver pants tonight, because it is a celebration, and a romantically flowing white shirt because that covers up the bandages on his arms. Tonight is a night for many people to get very drunk and listen to the album many times. If there's some use and abuse of newly acquired superpowers along the way, so be it. (It is secretly Curt's birthday too.)

Comments

OPEN;

[signatures]

[ Time Bomb isn't exactly Eames' cup of tea concerning music, but he's had a stressful enough day and could do with drinks and the noise loud enough to drown it out, relax him. Besides, he can support Stephen well enough - and the others comprising the group that he hasn't met yet. ]

[totallyinaband]

Hey, man. Didn't expect to see you out tonight.

[signatures]

Didn't think I was going to, but a little bird told me of your accomplishments, I thought I'd make an exception.

[ The quirk of his mouth he offers Stephen is easy, if a little tired. ]

Congratulations are in order, I think?

[totallyinaband]

Thanks. It feels pretty good so far.

[signatures]

I bet.

I'm surprised you're not getting wild with a pair of shiny pants.

[totallyinaband]

Seriously. Because I am not at all surprised by that.

[signatures]

Really, Stephen, where's your group mentality?

[totallyinaband]

Must have left it at home.

OPEN;

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[IS HE READY TO MEET ONE OF SAID OTHERS? Because Demyx is excitedly walking, gesturing, and talking at some poor NPC that has just asked him 'so, like, what exactly is a sitar?' and they cannot shake him off subtle-y, so they point in Eames' direction and say 'Hey, that dude's looking for you.' and run when Demyx turns his head to say,]

Huh?

OPEN;

[signatures]

[ This dude's brow raises a bit. ]

Sorry?

OPEN;

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

[He turns back to where he was 'dialoguing' and cannot find the person who was there mere seconds ago. He pouts in confusion as he turns back to said dude.]

Oh man, where'd they even go?

[He processes what was just said to him.]

Wait, what are you sorry about?

OPEN;

[signatures]

Only wondering what you were huhing about.

[ Eames' tone is dry, taking a short sip of his drink. ] Seems as though you were abandoned.

OPEN;

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, it's not like it's your fault or anything. [Shrug.]

[signatures]

That's rather true, isn't it.

So- you're part of the group, as well?

[sitaronthewater.livejournal.com]

Yeah, [big grin] I play the sitar! Are you one of our fans?

[thewildone]

[Curt pauses for just a second to try to place him, which he can't, so he's relatively sure he wasn't the one who invited him.]

Hey, I don't know you do I? I'm Curt Wild.

[signatures]

You don't.

[ Eames tips his head a bit, mouth curving. ] Eames.

[thewildone]

Well, good to meet you, then. You a friend of Campbell or Stephen or what?

[He doesn't bother mentioning Demyx.]

[signatures]

Stephen's, actually. Known him for a few months, now.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[This awkward kid bumps into you because he's not all there in the paying-attention-to-where-he's-going department. Luckily, he manages not to spill his beer. This time.]

H-- uh...? Oh, uh, sorry, dude...

[signatures]

[ It's a quick save for Eames to save his own drink, at least, setting it down a little firmly on the nearby table. ]

You're fine.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Help yourself to a blank stare.]

Uh. Okay, cool.

[He's just... standing there. ._.]

[signatures]

[ Eames pauses. ]

Uh- can I help you, then?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Huh? With wh-- oh. N-no, sorry. I was just... y'know.

[He clears his throat and glances down, rubbing at the back of his neck.]

You're uh... Stephen's friend.

[signatures]

[ Eames' brows quirk upward but he nods. ]

Eames, yeah.