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  • CHAPTER I
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    CELEBRATIONS ]


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    The Lonely Hearts Club has been in business for exactly a year, and to celebrate this milestone, a special event will be held tonight. The champagne has been restocked and marked down, the beer made free-flowing, several drugs smuggled into the establishment (courtesy of a few... desperate and underhanded clients), and the dashing young hosts prepped and dressed at their finest. It's sure to be a night to remember, but what will it be remembered for?

    [It is 9:00 in the evening and customers are beginning to arrive. At this point it is assumed that most, if not all, of the hosts are at the club.]

  • Current Time in the RP: July, Friday, 9:00
    Season: Summer

    Weather: Breezy

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    1. This is a map of the host club.
    2. You may cite furniture and other things that are not shown in this map. Just try not to gp too overboard. For instance, you won't see any alcoholic beverages at the bar, but obviously, seeing as there is a bar, there will be alcohol, so you may mention that. But citing anything too big, like a statue or a fountain or an entirely new room that isn't even introduced in the above map is strictly FORBIDDEN.
    3. Traveling beyond the host club is permitted. Just make sure to do a little bit of research first. I'm not asking for much. I just don't want to see anyone pointing out in the IC that there are skyscrapers in De Wallen because there aren't any. Just keep those little details in mind. If you're unsure about something, feel free to ask me.
    4. The back door opens to a narrower street lined by more shops and nightlife entertainments. This door is often used by employees.

  • To be updated.


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The scent of Pinot noir, young and still sweetly reminiscent of red fruit aromas, wafts through a lounge adorned in decorous extravagance. As soft jazz emanates from unseen speakers above, the figures that occupy the room are awash in yellow light and seem to grow in numbers by the minute. The clock reads only a breath past nine in the evening, and yet already

Wesley stopped. Gently tapping his pen against the journal currently rested against his thigh, he made no effort to resume his writing for several minutes, and instead simply continued to tap, eyes thoughtlessly studying a crease in his page. He'd wanted to at least have started something worthwhile for this particular piece before the party officially began, but at the time being, his muse was being...well, an asshole. It was one of those off days, Wesley recognized somewhere around the seventeenth tap. He rarely had them, and they never stayed for longer than a week, but to have hit a wall during this specific occasion was decidedly far from ideal. A celebration of the Lonely Hearts Club's first anniversary would certainly be a highlight of his article, and he'd been anticipating it since his employment back in June. There would be everything the club was known for--dancing, alcohol, sex, drugs--and more, played up to its fullest extent in honor of a solid, successful year. He couldn't afford to miss a single nuance of the night.

Either way, he'd have to figure it out later. More guests had arrived, a couple of whom he recognized and were certainly expecting a welcome from him. Tucking the small journal and pen into his coat pocket, Wesley stood from where he was sitting and made his way towards two young women who had spotted him and waved, absentmindedly tugging at his tie as he grinned and waved back. They were frequent customers, Eva and Klara, and regular enough to have established friendly relations with most of the club staff. They weren't regular clients of his, but had taken him out to dinner and the movies on a couple of occasions.

"Leo," Eva greeted brightly as the two exchanged cheek kisses. "Never late to the party, I see."

"Oh, yes, I'm a big fan of punctuality," Wesley said, leaning down to peck Klara's cheek next. "Early bird gets the worm and all that. You both look wonderful."

The women laughed, a chorus of soft bells and overlapping thanks. Klara moved forward to adjust Wesley's tie, the golden bracelets around her pale wrists pressing lightly against his chest. She smelled like apricot, he thought. "And how are you, Leo?" Klara spoke pleasantly and casually, yet when she peered at him, brown eyes through black lashes, there lingered something unspoken in the way she smiled, muted and quiet but very much there. It looked to be the kind of secret she'd deny whilst sober, the kind of secret she'd never tell before midnight. It was moments like these when Wesley was reminded of where he was and who he was and why these women attended these parties; this was no coffee shop meet-up between friends, and he was no college student. He was still getting used to it, probably. It felt odd.

Wesley smiled kindly at Klara. "I'm fine, thank you very much. Would you both like a drink? I've heard only the best about the Pinot noir they've recently ordered."
 
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Lorenzo "Valentine" Adalardi
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Face-Claim: Daniele Piovesana
Role: The Gentleman

Location: Changing Room --> Main Lounge
Mood: Comfortable and Relaxed
Mentions: Wesley Hassan @Archaic // Eva (NPC) // Klara (NPC) // Lydia (NPC)
Interaction: Marie Antoinette (NPC)
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Lorenzo watched himself in the mirror wall, emerald green eyes taking in every little detail to make sure that nothing was out of place. The perfectionist at heart would see every little flaw, more so on his own than with others as he adjusted his bordeaux and white striped tie. He moved his comb through the black locks once last time, before hiding the object in one of the back pockets. Gell would keep the long locks back, at least for the upcoming hours. He tilted his head as he watched his clean shaven jawline, he looked younger without the short hairs he usually allowed to grow. Of course always kept neatly, but for the one year anniversy he had decided to go clean shaven. Besides he knew that Marie Anntoinette liked that most. He picked up the black jacket and adorned it over his shoulders, closing the buttons as he walked out of the Changing Rooms to the break rooms.

One last check on his Rolex, that he adjusted to his wrist to make sure it was perfectly telling him that Marie Antoinette would arrive in a few minutes. He smiled softly, for once not having to worry about Lydia as the woman was on some kind of vacation or business trip. She had almost forced him to come with her, but luckily he could wiggle himself out of such an ordeal. As he walked out he could see that some women had already arrived. Klara and ... he didn't remember the name of the other. Emma? It was a short name, starting with an E he knew that. He gave a charming smile, as always, to the two, but didn't make a move as Wesley was handling them. He would let the newbie have them.


Newbie, well Wes was with them for a year now, and he still liked to keep the other at a distance. Hence another reason not to mingle with the two ladies. "Can I have a Blanc de Blacs?" He asked as the bartender automatically poured two glasses. Delicately the host picked up both champagne glasses and made his way to the desk. As on cue the brown haired lady stepped through the entrance and he swiftly moved forward. "Marie Antoinette, you look as beautiful as ever" He spoke with a soft tone, while handing her one of the glasses. He moved the crystal glasses together as Marie giggled a bit. "Charming as ever, Valentine" He smiled as he took a sip from the champagne before setting both glasses away.

Lorenzo gently took the long coat of Marie and eased her out of it. He carefully placed it on one of the hangers, before handing her back her glass of champagne. He took his own as his head slided to the small of her back, leading her to one of the couches in the main lounge. "Now, what would you like to talk about tonight?" He asked, he could see she had been crying. She shook her head slightly. "Anything, just take my mind of things" She told him, enough for him to hint that her husband had been unfaithful again. He gave a soft nod as he sat down on her left, waving over the bartender for a bottle of champagne. "Have you been reading the book I told you about?" He asked with a gentle smile. The female nodded and soon they were discussing about the protoganist of the book, a young female that had been sold into sexual slavery. However the conversation only lasted a few minutes, before she gave in.

"He cheated on me! With that new secretary of his. I caught them in our bed!" She said, her voice hitching slightly. Lorenzo didn't say anything more as he listened to her story. His eyes observing for the cues of how to comfort her. She wasn't a woman that wanted meaningless compliments. And thus he would not give them. "I am so sorry, Marie. Even if she is half your age... She has nothing on you" He spoke, reassuring the woman. "She might be fun for a few round, but she doesn't have your intelligence, or your indepence. He will soon grow bored of her" He poured her another glass of champagne, holding the bottle at the end between his delicate fingers. "And then what? I should just wait around until it happens again, Valentine?" She asked, though the host knew very well what answer was expected from it. The same answer he gave every time. "You are a strong woman, Marie. You don't need him" He once again assured her. "Now, don't let that bastard ruin your night, you have spend way too many tears on him. He isn't worth that"
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[BCOLOR=transparent]302 days since, with a heavy and reluctant heart, his days condemned to working at the host club began. The horizons of freedom came to a close upon Kostas' life when, on a foggy April morning, the scratch of a pen upon expensive paper signed him to work for the Lonely Hearts Club, an institution he would grow to deeply despise. 302 days since Caroline appeared at his doorstep-- how the she-devil had managed to find him so quickly, and with such facility, he would never know-- and another 63 days for when, shiny and new, the club opened its doors just a few blocks away from where he lived. Kostas had often passed by, peering through the tinted windows occasionally when curiosity crept up and took hold, though he was merely left disappointed when the only thing the eventide glass revealed was his own reflection. He hadn't thought much of the place at the time (a time when he was much happier, although he didn’t realize it then), only that it was rather gimmicky and that the employees must be either miserable or desperate or both. How ironic that, just two months under a year later, Kostas would be standing outside its backdoor, waiting with a cigarette pinched between his fingers for an onslaught of customers to arrive so that he could, with fake smiles and whispered, empty compliments, hope to impose a sense of validation upon their dreary lives. With a scowl, he tosses the cigarette onto the ground where, still trailing faint furls of smoke, it falls onto the ground, only to be crushed into a fine ash under his heel. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]A hand disappears into Kostas’ pocket and returns with a silver ring that glistens under the neon light of the narrow street, and, scowl deepening, he slips it onto his middle finger. It strikes him as strange how perfect, how ordinary, it feels upon his finger, despite the fact that he only ever wore the thing on nights when he was working at the host club. The thought sends a feeling of disgust plummeting down to his core. Something, rough and jagged at the edges, lodges itself further within him-- he can sense the thing shifting, sense his mood souring as the seconds tick by. Involuntarily, the same hand rakes itself through his hair, leaving faint tracks where his fingers combed his unkempt locks. When he returned, the club was just beginning to see some customers, mostly familiar faces who had already latched themselves onto an unfortunate. Kostas, briefly scanning the room, had yet to spot one of his own clientele and instead, with arms folded across his chest, leaned against the bar. Socialization didn’t strike him as something he particularly felt like doing at the moment. The bartender, who was cleaning out a shot glass, cast him a brief glance and, sensing this, pretended to be invested in eradicating an invisible spot that seemed to be forever stuck to the glass. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Kostas looked upon the scene with ennui, his gaze scoping the room with a sort of jaded detachment, before stopping upon the form of Lorenzo. The man was, as per usual, groomed to perfection and already in attendance of a regular, a certain Marie Antoinette whose name he had only learned because of how often she visited the club. He watched as Lorenzo hung her long coat on one of the coat racks and how, when he returned to her company, his hand slid to the delicate small of her back where it did not move. The sight inexplicably irked him, and, his nerves, already irreparably frayed at the edges, wore increasingly thin. They appeared completely absorbed in one another, Marie with her unabashed confiding in Lorenzo about affairs so private, and Lorenzo with his undivided, genuine attention. His ability to give his clients the impression of unadulterated adoration constituted for much of his popularity; it was something that Kostas, no matter how many butterfly-invoking smiles he offered, or how many white lies he was willing to tell, could never hope to fully replicate himself. Honesty was not apart of his allure; one sought his company to lose themselves, not the opposite. They wished to be swallowed hungrily and whole, to be caught in the storm that perpetually followed his being and bubbled beneath his skin. He gave them what their inane husbands did not-- a thrill.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]"I'm fine, thank you very much. Would you both like a drink? I've heard only the best about the Pinot noir they've recently ordered." A voice says, cutting through his thoughts as if to sever the ties that bound him to the confines of his mind and release him to reality. Kostas' attention is drawn away from the tender display of Lorenzo comforting a now distraught Marie, where it focuses on the familiar face of Wesley, a co-worker who had just recently started employment. It was said that he came to the mistress begging for a job-- why anyone wished to work in this hellhole of an establishment, he had no idea, but he had already become quite popular. Whereas veneration was Lorenzo's charm, youth was Wesley's, and the man certainly had plenty of it; he exuded a sort of exuberance that was found in only those still untainted and hopeful. Women ate it up, enamored with the romance behind having such a vibrant force in their life to cherish them. A small, crooked smile tugs at the corner of his lips and, languidly rising from his position against the counter top of the bar, he takes deliberate, predatory strides towards where Wesley and company stood, reaching them relatively swiftly. Kostas slides a nonchalant arm around his shoulders in a display of something that, to outsiders, might resemble friendliness.[/BCOLOR]

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Caroline Esmée de Veen

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"Finally finished" she said with a triumphant smile as she closed the manila folder before her and dumped it in with the other five on the left side of her desk. Caroline had been working on the club's finances and stocks, just some minor paperwork that got pushed back due to a slight miscalculation she had in how long it would take to prepare for the party tonight; the same party that had started while she was busy working inside her office. Between the party and the internal work, the latter came of higher importance. Thus, she didn't mind much that she was missing the first few minutes of the club's birthday celebration. Although the work she did tonight at the last minute was something she could very well do the next day, she knew that she wouldn't be in the mood to work on it tomorrow. Hell, she even considered the possibility of her being hungover the next day; the devil had planned to let loose tonight. The day after simply wouldn't do either. She needed to re-order more liquor, Caroline was fairly certain a good portion of her stock would be depleted by tonight. The champagne was at a marked down price after all. Plus, she was invited by her friend to a wine tasting event at the new vineyard she just bought while the beer was free flowing. Losing the beer didn't bother her at all, in fact, tonight was the perfect excuse to get rid of the horrid thing that was still in her stock. Though she still ordered some more, just in case what she had in storage was simply not enough--she just prayed that no beer would be leftover. All her friends knew how much Caroline loved her wine and already save her a slot whenever a wine tasting event comes around, regardless of how far it may be from her. The mistress once had to travel to an entirely different country once, just to attend a wine tasting. Some of her peers view it as her loyalty to her friends, when in truth it's more of her love for wine.

The redhead stretched her arms and stood from her chair. She walked over to the full length mirror on the wall which she had placed in her office and stared at her reflection. The image of herself stared back at her. She was clad in black leather pants, a white sleeveless chiffon blouse, and a pair of black ankle length black boots. It was a rather simple attire, especially considering the event that was taking place tonight, but that was just fine for her. Her clothes may not seem all that fancy, but it still looked good on her and as long as that was ensured, hen she was happy. Besides, she didn't really have any time left to change into the outfit she brought and she simply wasn't feeling it either. Caroline's red hair was tied in a bun, she tied it up earlier in the day when they were still preparing for tonight. She pulled on the hair tie and her let her red locks free. Caroline combed her hair with her fingers till she was satisfied with how it looked. Deeming herself presentable to the public, she stepped out of her office and headed straight for the door leading to the main lounge.

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First thing she did upon stepping in the main lounge was situate herself on one of the empty stools on the bar, one from which, she had a clear view of the lounge, and scanned the area. She looked for her hosts, just to make sure they were doing their jobs. First she saw was Lorenzo and his client whose name seems to escape her a lot. Was it Maria? Caroline can't recall. All she can remember is that her surname is Antoinette and Lorenzo is her favourite host. The mistress tuned out of their conversation. She simply didn't care what the two conversed about. Next that caught her eyes was the sight of Kostas and Wesley. The two seemed to be quite chummy with each other. Caroline raised an eyebrow at the sight but paid no further attention. As long as they were doing their jobs. While Kostas was someone she used in an attempt to make another jealous, Caroline refrained from exploiting the forced relationship during working hours. It would scare away the clients if she did. Besides, there was no need for her to flaunt any form of relationship with the man; her target hadn't arrived yet. She frowned at the realisation. Where was André? She had expected him to be there already. Then it dawned on her that André wasn't the only host that wasn't present just yet. Caroline had yet to see Taedon's face in the crowd. Where are these two? She sighed. Maybe she wasn't as late as she originally thought.

Putting her worries aside for a moment, she called the attention of the bartender. "Mint julep" she said and immediately the man went to working on her drink. Seconds later he slid the glass of cocktail towards her and it stopped perfectly in front of her. Caroline took the highball glass in her hand and took a small sip of her drink. The bartender had been staring at her the entire time she did so. She smirked upon noticing which only made the guy even more nervous than before. At least he knows who to fear. She thought before giving praise the bartender for the satisfying cocktail he served. Caroline sat there on the bar, sipping on her drink while observing the hosts of her club.
 
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[BCOLOR=transparent] Location[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Main Lounge[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] ⠀⠀[/BCOLOR] [BCOLOR=transparent][/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] With: [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Kostas (@Viscera), E[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]va,[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] Klara[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] ⠀⠀[/BCOLOR] [BCOLOR=transparent][/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] Mood:[/BCOLOR] At Ease

Eva opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get out a single word, Wesley registered movement in the corner of his eye, swift and fluid. An arm settled around his shoulders, grip lighter than dust yet with an unshakeable confidence, and Wesley lifted his gaze to come face-to-face with one Kostas Marinakis. "Aren't we popular tonight?" The remark was nonchalant enough, but spilled out with such languid appeal, Wesley thought he saw Eva's eyes glitter. The older man, donned in a fitted suit and oozing familiar electricity with every wayward movement, had also worn his trademark smirk tonight, a careless and beckoning lift of the lip corners that did nothing to alleviate the heavy intensity behind his eyes as they flickered from Eva to Klara with cool interest. "Mind introducing me, Leo?" The use of Wesley's stage name took a second for him to recognize; more than a month in and it still felt weird to answer to the name, even if he'd picked it himself. He'd never known himself as anything beyond Wesley or Wes or Hassan, and he supposed that was sort of unforgivable.

Returning Kostas's smirk, one not nearly half as sultry and thrice as mischievous, he brought an arm up to sling around Kostas's shoulder, mirroring the man in posture with ease. "Ares, you hardly need to be introduced, I'd think. Miss Eva and Klara are regulars, you know." He gestured to each respective woman as he spoke, working in a subtle introduction despite his words, just in case Kostas truly wasn't acquaintanced with them--he was exactly the sort of host to forget his clients' names. The women fell into soft choruses of laughter once more, despite there only being enough humor in Wesley's comment to cause little more than a smile in reality--everything was funnier in suits and social situations, he thought--and then an easy silence, masked by surrounding murmurings of conversation and smooth jazz music. Eva, whose eyes had darted to and from all three faces of her company throughout the course of the conversation, yet consistently found themselves dragged back to Kostas (such an observation was able to be made on Wesley's part thanks to his subtlety and, decidedly, Eva's lack thereof), graced the men with a dazzling smile before turning her head slightly towards Klara, murmuring in inaudible Dutch. Not that Wesley couldn't guess what--well, who--she was inquiring about. Taking the brief moment of semi-privacy, Wesley turned to Kostas, removing his arm around the man's shoulders only to nudge him inconspicuously in the side. "Nice tie," he remarked quietly, his tone suggesting something between mockery and sincerity. "Congrats, though. Looks like you've already caught one tonight, and we're only five minutes into the party."
 
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