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

[just_cant_lose]

'Heels, no. Corset, no. Underwear, though...'

He might have an idea or two. His finger tugs gently at the collar.

'There's a lot of things I could do with this, but we'd need to talk about them first, probably.'

Most people do, though he's already told Sherlock that's not his favourite way of doing things.

'Not here, though. It can wait. Just look pretty for a while, and do as you're told.'

He will not ask for anything drastic.

[mightbeagoodone]

"Yes, master," Sherlock murmurs, looking properly submissive and meek.

[just_cant_lose]

'Ew. Sherlock. No.'

No no no no no no no.

'You really need to be on your knees for that to work, or just about to suck me off or something. Though I do like it when you look like that.'

It also makes him want to break him a bit, so he's going to avoid staring at it for too long. He snorts a laugh, ducks his head and nips Sherlock's collarbone. There's still an edge of salt about him, though whether from the shot or just the sweat and heat, he doesn't know.

'Stick to 'sir' if there are other people about. I like that better.'

[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock murmurs in his ear, "Yes, sir. Anything you say, sir. I'll suck your cock later, sir."

The tequila has made him playful!

[just_cant_lose]

'...Sherlock.'

Dammmmnnnnn. Jim makes a small noise and melts against him, pressing them even closer together.

'You know I'll make you,' he murmurs back, and licks at the skin just over the top of the collar.

'If you're going to be accommodating, I'll make you do all sorts of things.'

[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock's hands slide down Jim's back. "If you're going to make me, I'm going to let you."

[just_cant_lose]

'You sexy little bitch, I'm going to take you up on that.'

He draws his tongue along the inside of his lip. This night just got even more potentially fun, and he can't decide what he wants to do first.

[mightbeagoodone]

"You promised me dark alleys," Sherlock whispers, his eyes following Jim's lips.

[just_cant_lose]

'You know that's going to happen.'

He almost kisses him again. Almost; not quite. HIs hands are restless against his chest, his sides; he wants to pull his clothes off, and touch properly.

But it's Mardi Gras, and there's all sort of other trouble they could get up to first. Though there's no reason they couldn't mix the two.

'Now?'

They can go now, if he likes. Might be best to get this out of their system.

[mightbeagoodone]

"Now." He takes his hands from Jim's body -- it's agony -- and takes his hand to lead him off the dance floor and out to the street again.

[just_cant_lose]

He is not going to complain. It was inevitable this was going to happen at some point.