Post by Sophie Marie Martin on Oct 3, 2012 20:26:00 GMT -6
Tag: October 30th, 2020. 6:00 PM
The invitations were simple:
The Cell, Friday, 6:00. Wear costume. One friend allowed.
Sophie's father had rented out the The Cell for an outrageous price, in order to ensure that only party-goers were allowed with invitation--- ready to present both their costumed selves and an invite like a code word at the door. They'd hired their own bouncer, of course. The ones that the nightclub itself provided were... old and unsatisfactory. Sophie personally hand-picked the bouncers for tonight. They were dressed fashionably and wore phantom masks themselves.
This was going to be so much fun. Sophie loved comparing the way various Royals looked in costume. It was infinitely more pleasing to look at Royals, who were almost by law beautiful, than to pick out the flaws in normal people. The Royals had their flaws too, often times they were so small that it took a trained eye to pick them out. But, Sophie was very well trained. She could spot an insecurity from a mile away, though Royals did tend to put up the best front. She hoped that they'd all adhere to the implied one non-Royal friend policy. It would be dull if Royals only brought Royal friends and absolutely unacceptable if they brought too many non-Royal friends.
Sophie herself had picked an honorary non-Royal to accompany her tonight. She was actually rather hoping to show her off to the other Royals--- the senior Queen Bees especially, as they had the most power--- and maybe even have her new 'friend' inducted into the Royal circle. That would be so convenient, and her chosen companion definitely had the looks to pull it off. Elena Strogen would make a good Royal, by Sophie's estimation, though she doubted that her friend was as concerned about popularity politics as most Royals were. But, that could be fine too. There were always one or two of those laid back types in the Royal crowd. It would be far too tense without them.
The décor was exquisite, done to look like a medieval dungeon with ornate imported European goblets rather than plastic cups for the drinks, candles and dimmed lights, real chains on the walls for photo opportunities, mildly creepy music from a live string quartet (on period instruments) for ambiance, and the like. All was set. Now, Sophie only had to wait for the guests to arrive.
The invitations were simple:
The Cell, Friday, 6:00. Wear costume. One friend allowed.
Sophie's father had rented out the The Cell for an outrageous price, in order to ensure that only party-goers were allowed with invitation--- ready to present both their costumed selves and an invite like a code word at the door. They'd hired their own bouncer, of course. The ones that the nightclub itself provided were... old and unsatisfactory. Sophie personally hand-picked the bouncers for tonight. They were dressed fashionably and wore phantom masks themselves.
This was going to be so much fun. Sophie loved comparing the way various Royals looked in costume. It was infinitely more pleasing to look at Royals, who were almost by law beautiful, than to pick out the flaws in normal people. The Royals had their flaws too, often times they were so small that it took a trained eye to pick them out. But, Sophie was very well trained. She could spot an insecurity from a mile away, though Royals did tend to put up the best front. She hoped that they'd all adhere to the implied one non-Royal friend policy. It would be dull if Royals only brought Royal friends and absolutely unacceptable if they brought too many non-Royal friends.
Sophie herself had picked an honorary non-Royal to accompany her tonight. She was actually rather hoping to show her off to the other Royals--- the senior Queen Bees especially, as they had the most power--- and maybe even have her new 'friend' inducted into the Royal circle. That would be so convenient, and her chosen companion definitely had the looks to pull it off. Elena Strogen would make a good Royal, by Sophie's estimation, though she doubted that her friend was as concerned about popularity politics as most Royals were. But, that could be fine too. There were always one or two of those laid back types in the Royal crowd. It would be far too tense without them.
The décor was exquisite, done to look like a medieval dungeon with ornate imported European goblets rather than plastic cups for the drinks, candles and dimmed lights, real chains on the walls for photo opportunities, mildly creepy music from a live string quartet (on period instruments) for ambiance, and the like. All was set. Now, Sophie only had to wait for the guests to arrive.
