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Post by desmond on Dec 31, 2011 13:12:00 GMT -6
Aside from their infamous reputation as living chaos themselves, Lucifer and Desmond Creed were known for their insane parties. They would go all-out, with colourful decorations and a buffet table that was probably bigger than most people's dining rooms, filled with junk food, spiked punch and chocolate of every kind. That of course, was only inside. The main attraction of most of their parties was outside, which had a dance floor and an entire fountain that used good beer instead of water. Lucy and Des also took it upon themselves to hire only the most attractive male and female prostitutes and strippers they knew. And trust me on this one, they knew everybody that were actually a somebody. The best part of their parties was however, the surprise that they always had for their guests. It changed every time, too. Like the last party they had had, they had a disco ball that exploded into candy and streamers. But this year, Lucifer had wanted something bigger and badder than anything they'd ever done before. So, she'd put her best man, Desmond on the case. And you know what he had come up with?
A vodka filled pool.
A simple idea, yes. But yet, it had never been done before. So why the hell not? Des had considered other kinds of booze, like whiskey or beer. But because of the beer fountain, he wanted something different. Plus, cheap vodka tasted better than cheap whiskey did. It was a little more, but Lucifer had given him a budget big enough that would even satisfy the most spoiled of sweet sixteen parties. It was a bonus too, as then you could still see the bottom of the pool. Much harder to scrape the bodies out if you could see them. But of course, Des wasn't expecting too many people to actually swim in the pool. Mostly because there was a table behind the pool with goblets bigger than a child for drinking out of.
This party was going to be perfect, he knew it. Unfortunately, the blonde fallen knew he wouldn't be able to do much partying himself. With Lucifer playing the role as hostess, he'd be on his own on terms of making sure that they didn't run out of food and keeping the drunks in check. He was also in charge of making some of the specialty drinks and maintaining the pool. The fallen wouldn't pretend that he wasn't a bit jealous that he didn't get to socialize with Chaos and her friends, but somebody had to do it. Since most of Lucifer's friends were notorious criminals and other people whom the demigoddess deemed 'interesting' were often dangerous or bad at following the rules. Desmond never had too much trouble, except for when a few jackasses got into a drunken fight or insulted their beloved hostess somehow. And if that were to happen, they often were not invited again. Especially if it were the latter.
The party was just about to begin. The sun was setting and the backyard where the parties were hosted was lit-up like prom. The pool and refreshments were ready, the bar was open for business and Lucifer was getting ready upstairs. Des had just finished setting up all of the chairs and hanging up the lights. He nodded at the several people who were coming in through the backdoor, all wearing coats long enough to conceal their entire bodies. He gestured them to the changing room, which he had set up for them awhile ago. As the blonde fallen stood in admiration of his work, he briefly took the orange-tinted shades off of his face. The man smirked and scanned the backyard with his surprisingly visible blue eyes. He then slid them back on as he heard the doorbell ring and the sound of Lucifer greeting the first of his guests. Desmond slid the shades back on, nodding curtly as the people filed into the backyard, awing the fountain and swimming pool. The fallen tossed his red trench coat and shoes inside the house, leaving him only in a pair of black jeans. He then flopped on a lawnchair and lit up a joint. Oh yes, this was going to be fun. ~
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tagged: everybody!
notes: LET THE POOL PARTAH BEGIN. >:U
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Post by casey on Jan 11, 2012 2:42:08 GMT -6
 Casey was officially fed up with being afraid.
The vampire princess – now queen – had a reputation for not being scared of anything. For most of her hundred and thirty years, Casey had earned that reputation a hundred times over. She’d done whatever the fuck she wanted to, regardless of other people and the trouble it might cause them, and if she’d had a couple of brushes with death when some assholes ambushed her with silver at the ready, she’d put those incidents behind her without letting them affect her behavior one way or another. That was what they would want, after all. If they couldn’t kill her outright, the next best thing to them would be if they successfully scared Casey into stopping her shenanigans. So, naturally, Casey had been her usual contrary self and gone right ahead pulling all her usual shit.
But then it had happened. She still didn’t like to think about it much, because when she did… She’d start feeling those rough hands raking across her silver-burnt skin carelessly, nothing like the way Ian or Noah had touched her. The silver burning her wrists and ankles until they might as well have been on fire. Watching the stake being sharpened and coming very close to wanting it, just to make the revulsion she felt for herself go away.
It had been different than just being ambushed in an alleyway. That she could understand, at least; she pissed them off, they retaliated. Action and reaction. Simple. But the monster had been so businesslike about it. He’d been hired to violate and kill her. She hadn’t figured out who’d been behind the scenes pulling the strings just yet, but it didn’t change the fear she’d had to struggle with after Ian had shown up in the nick of time and killed the man.
She’d been terrified for months afterwards, barely going outside and only doing so when Ian would go with her, though she was too proud to ask outright. She’d tried her best to hide the damage it had done from him, but Ian wasn’t stupid, and he knew her better than anyone else in the world. She was pretty sure he’d figured out the extent of the damage. Which only made her more ashamed. She wanted to be the strong, independent woman he’d fallen in love with, but she hadn’t been able to muster that up for a long time. She’d even been afraid of Ian a couple of times early on. Ian! Who not only would never want to hurt her, but also was basically her bitch. It was pathetic, but she hadn’t been able to help it.
But finally, she’d managed to turn her aimless frustration and fear into plain old stubborn determination. She wasn’t going to let it ruin her anymore. She’d moped enough. She was going to fucking hunt down the bastard who was responsible and rip his throat out with her own two hands. And in the meantime, she was going to stop moping around and start living properly again. Somewhere in there, she and Ian had gotten married and become the king and queen of vampires, which was its own can of worms in and of itself.
She’d been struggling with the responsibilities the position forced on her (that was, after all, part of the reason she’d run away when she was younger in the first place), though it was easier now that her parents were gone. Good riddance to them, as far was Casey was concerned. Still, she was pretty sure she’d earned some kind of reward by now. She’d been doing pretty damn good at figuring the whole queen thing out.
So, when she’d heard about Desmond and Lucy’s party, she’d promptly decided to go. Des and Lucy were a bit on the homicidal side for Casey’s tastes, to be honest, but they were a blast to hang out with now and again and damn if they didn’t throw the best parties around. Always lots of booze and hot guys to ogle (or feed from, if she so chose). It was just the sort of thing she needed to get her groove back.
She swaggered right on in to Lucy’s place with all of her usual confidence, dressed in her favorite slinky red dress with a few embellishments. Ian was off dealing with… something… so she’d come on her own, leaving a note for him if he wanted to come join her whenever he got back. Casey waved briefly at Lucy, who was a bit occupied with some other guests, and made her way back towards the sounds of more guests by the pool. She walked out into the pool area and the smell hit her like a freight train: booze, and a ton of it. Cheap vodka, to be more specific. It took her a moment to figure out where that much smell was coming from, and then it hit her.
She looked over at Desmond, who was lounging on a chair nearby, and laughed. ”A vodka pool? You’re one brilliant sonuva bitch, you know that?”
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Post by lucifer on Jan 19, 2012 20:25:45 GMT -6
 Lucifer had to admit; she was one of the best damned party hosts in the history, come along, the best damned party maker of the history as well. No matter how sadistic Lucifer could be, no matter how much chaos she could spread, she could still give to the common souls the best damned time of their lives. Besides, weren’t parties commonly known to be chaotic? Especially hers, but in a good way. How did they ever came out with the Vodka poop party in the first place? It first started with one of her usual demands; asking for tons and tons of Vodka. She didn’t think of creating a party until Desmond actually brought it up; to have a pool full of Vodka. At first, she thought of making it private, just for the two of us, but soon she came to the conclusion of having a mass party, where chaos would be on the scene and where the best people would be doing the most horrible things under the influence of alcohol. Shame that it wasn’t to swim in; she would have loved to do the matters but she’d keep the idea private, for when she’d be alone with Desmond, as a gift~.
The woman smirked as she was preparing herself. She was wearing a short black dress, that didn’t look like her casual attire and leaving her long hair down, as usual. The dress was revealing her best curves, and that’s all that mattered to her. To show off, to be the center of the attention of this party...well, besides the Vodka pool party of course. She brushed her hair a few times before leaving it out there and went to the window of her bedroom to check if everything was ready. She needed to make sure things were perfect, and she knew that Desmond would do the job perfectly. Hell, he was the best fallen she could ever think of having in the entire world. She wasn’t found of compliments but he deserved many of these.
She grabbed her black high heels and wore them before making her way down to the hallway, ready to go greet a few of her guests. Don’t get her wrong, she wouldn’t open the door-there was a butler who would do that; but she would certainly have a few chit chat with them before having her own party fun as well. Hell, maybe she was the hostess but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have fun either! Many complimented her on her looks, telling her about how beautiful she looked that night and complimenting her on her house-the average compliments to say the least but she still invited the first guests to the yard, where all of this would happen.
Smiling, she noticed the new Queen of the vampires, one that she respected highly and enjoyed the attitude of. With a gracious movement of hair moving, she turned around asking to one of her maid-dressed in a sexy way for the matter- to greet the guests as she went to join Casey and Desmond to give the Queen a proper welcome to her paradise!
She went to the yard and soon found them, Desmond already smocking a joint. She went over to them, smirking wildly as she would usually. “Well well, good evening, Casey I am happy you agreed to come.” She cooed before turning her attention to Desmond and snatching his joint away to take a drag of it. “Yup, just how they should be.” She stated then gave it back to him. “How do you like my dress?~” She asked seductively with a wide green and soon changed the subject of their conversation. “I wonder, how many people will survive this year..” she grinned wickedly.
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