holiday party post

[callipygos]

Aphrodite's New York loft is done up to the nines.

The first good look as one enters is of twinkling Manhattan through the big windows, lights bright against a dark winter sky. The windows take up most of two walls; the rest of the space is largely empty, the star of the show a glowingly polished hardwood floor perfect for dancing.

There's a cluster of low-slung couches and chairs at one end of the room, velvet and leather and very inviting. They're situated by the fireplace, which lends them a cozy glow-- though it isn't cold anywhere in here, despite the windows.

Aphrodite is very proud of a few things about tonight:

1) The music, which spans a decent range of time periods and tempos, and will be playing for most of the evening.
2) The decorations, understated but quite lovely: softly glowing lights, silver and gold ribbons wound around columns and draped from the ceiling ... the occasional strategically placed bit of mistletoe.
3) Her dress.

And yes, darlings, there is a very well stocked bar and counter full of snacks.

That's what happens when you enlist the Three Graces to help you plan your shindigs.

Comments

Re: Dance Floor

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo's on the pole.

(Yes, you read that right.)

It's born out of as much a natural curiosity as anything else. He doesn't really know it, but he's in the middle of a Chinese Flag Contortion - his build is lean, first and foremost, so he doesn't have much trouble at all moving through the space.

Re: Dance Floor

[callipygos]

Aphrodite blinks.


"My," she calls over the music.

"That's impressive!"

Re: Dance Floor

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo's not really in a position to see or hear where the compliment's coming from.

So he waves in the general direction of the voice instead, then moves into a Pointer and holds.

Re: Dance Floor

[callipygos]

Aphrodite laughs, and applauds politely.

This is exactly the kind of color she likes to add to a festive gathering.

Give or take a shirt or two.

Re: Dance Floor

[boston_bruiser]

Well, Voodoo's shirted right now. But Aph's welcome to throw some money at him to change that!

(Benjamins only, please.)

Eventually, he backflips off the pole before raising a hand and taking a bow - it's only proper, after all.

Re: Dance Floor

[callipygos]

Aphrodite drops a curtsey, the gesture easy despite her long dress.

Necessary? Nope. But if you ask her, she's the belle of this ball.

"Now that's a show," she giggles. "Who are you?"

Re: Dance Floor

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo grins, one hand on a cocked hip. "Nobody in particular, ma'am. Depends on who's asking."

Re: Dance Floor

[callipygos]

"And if the who in question happened to be your hostess for the evening?"

Re: Dance Floor

[boston_bruiser]

"Then I'm an exotic dancer who just happened to be passing by and knows a great party when he sees one."

[nita_callahan]

. . . In spite of herself, Nita applauds.

[boston_bruiser]

:D!

And that's Voodoo's cue to wave in the direction of the applause and shift positions to a Death Lay.

It's quite the show, really, but one of the main reasons Voodoo's doing it is because he's hoping somebody will start showering him with Benjamins.

[nita_callahan]

Nita whistles.

That's damn impressive!

But she's not about to throw money.

[boston_bruiser]

Aww. Not even Mardi Gras beads?

For shame, Nita. For shame.

After going through a few more moves - among them the Pointer and the One Arm Embrace - he frontflips off the pole, then, with a little - okay, a lot of flourish - takes a bow.

[nita_callahan]

Nita applauds again.

"They teach you that in the Navy?"

[boston_bruiser]

"Well," Voodoo says, rolling his neck (NO HE IS NOT FLEXING WHERE ON EARTH WOULD YOU GET THAT IDEA), "not specifically. But they give you the core 'n upper-body strength for it."

He looks back at the pole and smirks. "Took some lessons a few years back. Lost a bet. Makes for a great party trick."

[nita_callahan]

"That it does," she agrees with a grin. "Not that I know anything about pole dancing, but you look pretty pro to me."

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo grins back. "Why thank you. Ain't often I find someone who truly appreciates my poledancing."

Re: Dance Floor

[hey35andholding]

"Swing your ass more!"

Clementine's awfully helpful when she's toasted, isn't she?

Re: Dance Floor

[boston_bruiser]

"Start tossin' Benjies my way and I'll consider it!"

He might be prancing about on a pole, Clem, but he still has dignity.

(Admittedly, his is for sale.)

Re: Dance Floor

[hey35andholding]

"Do you think I HAVE Benjies?" She replies. A glance into her purse confirms that, "I've got six nickles and a bunch of red hots!"

Re: Dance Floor

[boston_bruiser]

"I ain't shakin' my ass for no Red Hots, woman! Nickels, neither!"

With that, Voodoo moves into a Death Lay.

Re: Dance Floor

[hey35andholding]

Not bad. Cue some staring. "Do they have some kind of ATM here?" She points. "ARCH the back!"

Re: Dance Floor

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo sighs. "Christ alive, lady, what are you, my mom?" Nevertheless, the arch in his back gets considerably archier.

And then:

"They might have one in the lobby. Fucked if I know, I didn't look."

Re: Dance Floor

[hey35andholding]

"I did this for a living for five years!" Clem shouts back. "I'll pay you later! Give mama some sweet stuff."

Re: Dance Floor

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo shakes his head. "Gotta give it to get it, y'dig?"

Nevertheless, he transitions to an Extended Brass Monkey for Clem's viewing pleasure.