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who ; Open to everyone
what ; Eric's Halloween party
where ; The End of Line club
when ; After dark on Oct 31st.
warning(s) ; This is a group log, so ratings and warnings will vary by thread.

So, something about a Halloween Party. Eric Northman's extended an open invitation to the station to attend. The club itself remains mostly untouched, but with some minor decorations and festive additions to the menu. The club still sports the neon lights, clean metal, and soft leather seats, but how about that bubbling neon blue cauldron there?

Since Eric had joined in his partnership he's made a change and an addition or two. The Dance floor now sports two shiny new poles to encourage dancers. The VIP floor-- the upper floor of the club, open by invite --now has dimmer lighting to suit his eyes. The rest of the club remains mostly the same.

Drinks can be obtained at the Bar, the clean, semi-circular island at the back of the club. For the purpose of the event, catering tables have been set up in spots along the back wall and the outside of the club has been decorated and opened up to welcome those who might be too large to fit inside without use of a holomatter. For those who would like some privacy or just plain would rather enjoy relaxing, there are plenty of lounge spots around the club, including seating around the dance floor.

One stipulation. If they want to party, guests will check in and leave whatever weapons they're carrying at the Weapon and coat check. Nothing like bloodshed to ruin a party.

ooc: Please hold off on posting until all the bolded sub-headers have been posted!

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An evening at the End of Line without cocktails was no evening at all. It had surprised him to learn that the vast majority of User drinks didn't glow, but that hadn't stopped him from ordering up blue, and getting it--a good amperage, too.

He set himself down near enough to the suit on the corner that it could be considered friendly without presumption. He definitely didn't recognize the hair. Not a jheri curl, and not a definite match for afro, comb-over, or wings.

...Wig. Part of the costume.

"Heck of a party." Not quite toasting. There was time enough left in this evening to get to that.

Man, what the fuck did they put in his drink?

Or drinks. Because -- plural.

Raimi wasn't sure who to blame at this point, but he sure had to do a double-take at the face belonging to the voice next to him. And even then, he couldn't quite place a name between all those inebriated blurs.

Fucking lights.

Had to be.

"No shit." He briefly glanced over, trying not to stare for too long. But Christ, that hair.

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