The Party Don't Start Till I Walk In (Open)

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Ok so, Malakor has been here for what? A few weeks? Months? Aww hell he couldn't remember. That bummed him out a bit. The days just kinda...blended in together sometimes, and it was always hard to tell what day it was unless he asked. Which, he asked a lot honestly. He had some memory issues, but it's all good, everything came together eventually. All he had to do was be patient and wait for a miracle to happen. Damn he loved them miracles, and was so happy to witness one. His latest miracle was finally finding his bonded partner Violet. It took him forever to find her, but, now he did, and he was pretty happy. Plus, he got to see his little brother again, which was pretty motherfuckin' sweet. He already loved Violet, because she was so motherfuckin' adorable. She seemed to like him too, and if not, perhaps a miracle would happen someday and she would love him too. Not in that way though...because even Mal knew that's motherfuckin' wrong and creepy. Dating your bonded partner is like dating your sibling. You just...didn't do that. It was motherfuckin' sick ya know? He shuddered to even think about such a thing.

Speaking about Violet, she was with Mal now. Up on his back like a little rag doll. She liked getting piggybacks from Mal, and Mal likes giving them. She was so small and light that it didn't matter much to him. Though he found it to be a miracle he could walk straight and upright with her on his back. Normally after he had a couple of his infamous baked goods, he was usually a little unstable in his balance. But, maybe he was just being really extra careful. After all, he was granted high responsibility from the gods to watch over the female. And by the gods, he was going to do his job! Mainly because well, if she died, he was gonna die too, but honestly, he wanted to protect her because she was nice too. So was her family. Well, the little bit of family he seen, like her sister and her mate...then there was Arg too, and then there were these little kids...the sister's apparently, and a bunch of cats which Mal found to be strange. The male that Vi's sister was with was a little strange, but he though he was pretty cool, save for the weird feline scent about him. Ah well, Mal didn't care really. The sister was cool too. And the kids were motherfuckin' cute.

Shit, he was getting off track again. That was the problem. He could never keep his mind set to one thing, it was always multiple. Violet was trying to lead Mal off to this place called uh..the "Impressio Nightclub" or some shit like that. It sounded pretty cool. And Violet talked about these weird drinks called "alcohol", and Mal really wanted to try that shit out. So, here they were, off to this sweet place in search of this special elixir called "alcohol". He was excited.

"So uh, you said it was this way right?" Mal asked, tipping his head backwards to look at Vi. "I'm so motherfuckin' excited, you have no idea sis." He said with a wide, toothy grin. "We're gonna party hard and shit like that, and drink this super awesome shit you keep telling me about...I'm so motherfuckin' excited!" Mal repeated, chuckling and checking to make sure he still had a good grip on Vi, which he did. He kept walking the way Vi was telling him to go, and as he did, he could hear the loud thrums of the music from the club.

This was going to be a motherfuckin' sweet night.

[Violet Styler]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/VioletMid_zps93895943.png] Violet truly enjoyed Malakor's company. He'd only been here for just over a month or so, but Vi had grown attached to him really quickly. He always asked Vi what day it was, and he always seemed to ask on a Monday it seemed. Monday's were horrible. It appeared that everything was so slow that day. They ended the weekend, and Violet disliked that. Weekends were the time she could spend with Arg and Rose when they weren't working. Violet smiled. Mal's little quirks were adorable, really. Like his love for the color purple and miracles. Hehe, he sincerely did believe in miracles. He thought meeting Vi was a miracle. Vi thought it was the opposite though. She saw herself as a drag. She didn't ever go out and have fun, and she didn't meet friends for anything. She didn't really have friends outside of her family and Akeelah and Arg, though. But she had Mal now, and he was a new friend. Arg had explained the whole bonding thing to her, and it seemed to make sense. Well, most of it. She still wasn't sure how exactly the Oushaga's made a bond or whatever but that's okay. Violet loved Mal. He was like the brother she... Had but... Never met? She'd never met Aeon, but Rose said good things about him when she did talk about him, which was rarely. Vi and Mal had instantly clicked it seemed, it all started with him commenting on her name. Which was when Violet first met him and learned he absolutely adored the color purple. She smiled. She loved purple too, it was a pretty color. Readjusting herself on her companions back, Violet giggled. "Yeah, keep going forward and you'll get there Mally," she looked down at Mal and stuck her tongue out at him before returning her gaze to Impression. Violet smirked. She was going to show him alcohol. The girl wondered how Malakor would take it. The real reason though was a lot deeper than just curiosity. Arg had told Violet of Malakor's "special" brownies. The Aimovoria didn't like drugs, but she knew her friend would go crazy in some way without them. It was almost tempting to hide them though, just to see how crazy he would really get... As the two arrived at the Nightclub, Violet hopped off her friend's back happily. She was still a little skittish around so many people, so the girl wrapped her right arm around Mal's left one like she used to do with Rose. This way it looked like a gentleman escorting a lady to her seat, even though Vi was the one leading. She took him up to the bar where sat a few people. "Here, sit in this chair and try not to swivel too much," Violet laughed lightly. He would probably be very interested in how much it could spin. A man and a few girls occupied the other seats, leaving just one open seat. Violet liked having the empty spot there, that way she felt less crowded. The bartender smiled and wiped down the area Vi and Mal sat at. Asking for a beer and a Shirley Temple, Violet handed the alcohol to Mal. She wasn't too big of a drinker because her drunk self tended to be on the... Crazy side. Maybe it was something like sober Mal. The girl shook her head. No. Nothing could be as violent and crazy as a drunken Violet. "Enjoy, Mally." Words;; |581| stars Tags;; |Malakor| needed a change Muse Level;; The stars are medium today Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; Awww c:

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Sometimes, things just sucked. Not only was Sadie running late, but she was also hobbling her way to the nightclub. Yes. Hobbling. Caught up in the whole "realizing she was late" moment, the tall girl had managed to trip down some stairs as she practically sprinted from her apartment down to her car. She was okay, though. Really. She just happened to possibly fall down two - or maybe four, but really, who's counting? - steps as she ran out in a flustered and raging mess. So now, here she was, in a ridiculously short, black, skimpy dress and stilettos as she tried to burn the pain away in her ankle. She was somewhat achieving her goal. Sadie quickly slipped into the nightclub after she arrived, her hobbling less noticeable now that she had worked on it a little on the ride here. The brunette half-ran to check in, and after that she started to get to work.

For as much as a fiasco as the whole earlier half of the day had been, tonight was really dragging now that she was actually here. Sade made slight faces with her lips as she stood there in boredom, a tray holding alcoholic Shirley Temples resting idly on the palm of her hand. She could've passed for a statue if it wasn't for her obvious breathing. Why didn't there seem to be anything interesting going on tonight... Or anybody interested in a freaking drink, at least. The young woman was about to go and find something else to serve when her eye suddenly caught two new visitors to the club. Perfect. They would hopefully be willing to take something down tonight. Otherwise, she was screwed. Sadie weaved her way past the people in the club to the couple. About halfway through her journey she realized they were headed straight for the bar. No! Oh well... She was still going there. F*ck this. Sade shimmied a little in her dress, straightening it out with one hand before she started to walk towards the pair again. She was still limping slightly, but it was nothing major. Or, at least, that was what she told herself.

Placing a beaming smile onto her pretty face, Sadie neared the two. The brunette blinked her auburn eyes that appeared to be a dark chocolate hue tonight, trying to look as friendly and welcoming as possible. Pfft, as if. The young woman bumped her hand up a little that was holding the tray of drinks to keep it steady as she looked down to the pair. Time to break the barrier. "Hello, may I help you two to a drink? I have a great set of Shirley Temples here~" the girl said, her voice a seductive purr as she made herself seem as appealing as possible. Anything to get some cash for the night. Sadie was about to continue on with her advertising when somebody suddenly crashed into her from behind. With a gasp and a stumble, the young woman fell forward, half-landing into the black-haired girl as the drinks went flying. With a sound almost close to that of absolute horror, Sadie watched the alcoholic beverages tumble and spill and ultimately get lost in the shirts of the two people who she was aiming to please, not spill sh*t all over. Well this was just turning out to be a fan-f*cking-tastic day, now wasn't it?