Milli-timed to Tuesday the 28th - New Orleans Mardi Gras

[mogget_cat]

The bar room of Milliways is always full of sound - the clatter of dishes and clink of glasses, chairs being scooted back or further in, footsteps upon the floor, rats squeaking, the background murmur of conversations overlapping one another.

But tonight the main door to the bar opens to the mouth of an city alleyway, to a caucophony of noise and music, full of seething crowds and colorful parade floats, the smells of food and sweat and smoke and beer and those colorful fruity drinks sold in yard-long plastic glasses with umbrellas in them. Mardi Gras is in full swing and New Orleans has outdone itself this time.

Yrael enters, trailing laughter from a section of the crowd on the other side. His white hair is decorated with purple, gold and green feathers, his pale face partially hidden by a sharp, glittery cat mask of gold, behind which his green eyes are bright. Over his white shirt this evening he wears a shiny waistcoat of purple, gold, green, and black. It's clearly party time, big time, show time -

"And then some!" he grins, seeing Milliways. "Fat Tuesday is upon us, Milliways! Welcome to Mardi Gras! Come, dance, explore! Laissez les bons temps rouler!"

Yrael will make sure the door stays open for any party-goer who would like to partake in the joie de vivre, and the Bar can certainly provide a change of costume...



(ooc: The post will be open all weekend and into next week as needed! Usual party-thread guidelines apply! Tag in! Threadhop! Meet new people and get into trouble! :D Yrael will be around, but his mun will not be able to tag much until Monday evening. <333333)

Comments

Re: Music and Dancing

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric gives a breathy little sign and draws Hannibal into the stream of people. Jazz provides a rhythm that is easy to follow and hard to ignore. And Sinric loves it, even more so with his arms around Hannibal's neck, moving in time with him.

Re: Music and Dancing

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal moves very close to Sinric, supple as a strong snake, and just as strong and fast. He seems to know no compunction or inhibition at all.

Re: Music and Dancing

[thewidewideworld]

And Sinric adores it, clearly warmed to desire by the dance. Hannibal certainly knows him well enough to tell.

Re: Music and Dancing

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal bends his head to kiss Sinric's shoulder, lips warm on the pale flesh.

Re: Music and Dancing

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moans softly, feet never faltering but the heave of his breasts, pushed up by the tight corset quickens.

Re: Music and Dancing

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal lifts one arm slowly from Sinric's hip to insinuate a finger into the corset while his lips keep suckling on that spot.

Re: Music and Dancing

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's moan is lost in the music and the crowds. But not lost to Hannibal. Or to himself as his blood thunders.

Re: Music and Dancing

[cook_the_rude]

"We can't seem to behave," Hannibal whispers to him, pushing his finger further.

Re: Music and Dancing

[thewidewideworld]

"We might need to find somewhere more private." Sinric purrs, "To continue this dance."

Re: Music and Dancing

[cook_the_rude]

"Alley, or hotel room?" Hannibal asks. "Both have their appeal."

Re: Music and Dancing

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric grins wickedly. "Alley." It seems the night for an illicit fumble.

Re: Music and Dancing

[cook_the_rude]

"Excellent choice," Hannibal says, looking around.

There is a number of alleys between the bars and clubs in this area.

Re: Music and Dancing

[thewidewideworld]

"That one." Sinric points, taking Hannibal's hand and drawing him into the shadows.