#inlima event 01

[lawofsmythe]

WHO: @msmercedesjones​ and @lawofsmythe​

WHEN: Friday. August 27th

WHERE: Club Halo / Seven Deadly Sins Party

“This was a great idea for a party, props to whoever came up with that,” Stéphane said once he happened to stumble, almost literally, into the woman who was hosting tonight’s gathering.  “I can’t say I’ve seen a lot of cellphones out though, other than during the performances, so either people are behaving, or you probably could have locked everyone’s phones away without too much complaint to ensure everyone enjoys without worrying about the consequences.”  He tilted his head.  “What about you?  Are you having a good time?” 

[lawofsmythe]

WHO: @rossberryx​ and @lawofsmythe​

WHEN: Friday. August 27th

WHERE: Club Halo / Seven Deadly Sins Party

Stéphane had never really heard Stevie’s band play or Ross sing before.  They were all very talented and he was glad that they were playing at the party; live music was always a nice break from a dj.  When he spotted Ross, Stéphane waved him over.  “Hey, you were great!  Want to grab a drink?”

[lawofsmythe]

WHO: @reaganhummel​ and @lawofsmythe​

WHEN: Friday. August 27th

WHERE: Club Halo / Seven Deadly Sins Party

Tonight, this party, has Stéphane’s appetites' growing.  Drinking, dancing, being surrounded by beautiful people, it’s a bit all too much and yet not enough at the same time.  He can feel the alcohol in his system, as he makes his way around, checking out other areas of the party.  When he stumbles upon what has to be the gluttony area, filled with party snacks galore, his stomach rumbles in protest.  At least this is one appetite he can satisfy right now, as he picks up a plate and begins to fill it.  Stéphane grabs a couple of large brownies and hears someone else make a noise.  When he looks up, he sees Reagan.  “Oh hey, it’s daughter of the year.  Did you have your eye on one of the brownies I snagged?  I can share.  I’m good at sharing,” Sté babbles.

[lawofsmythe]

WHO: @miloxmccarthy​​ and @lawofsmythe​

WHEN: Friday. August 27th

WHERE: Club Halo / Seven Deadly Sins Party

Somehow Stéphane had ended up in what had to be the sloth room.  The lights were still low, but not pulsing, the music more muted, and there were overstuffed couches and chairs practically filling the space and people were randomly strewn across them.  And video games.  It felt as good a place as any to sit back and a take a load off his feet, so that’s exactly what he did, all six plus feet of him collapsing into an overstuffed chair rather ungracefully, limbs stretched out.  Sté tilted his head towards the right, and noticed someone not too far away.  “Some party huh?”  

[lawofsmythe]

WHO: @cheeringmadi​ and @lawofsmythe​

WHEN: Friday. August 27th

WHERE: Club Halo / Seven Deadly Sins Party

Stéphane loves to dance, and tonight is no exception. Now that he’s had a couple of drinks, he’s been out enjoying the atmosphere of the party and dancing a lot.  There are so many people at the party, and even though he should know some at least, the darkness of the club makes it hard to tell all the time.  As the music shifts, and a new song starts, Sté makes his way towards the bar to get another drink.  Feeling a little bolder Sté taps a brunette dancing near him on the shoulder to get her attention.  “Want to grab a drink with me?”

[lawofsmythe]

WHO: OPEN

WHEN: Friday August 27th, 2021

WHERE: Club Halo - Seven Deadly Sins Party- Lust room

Stéphane finally made his way to the lust room, alcohol having completely lowered his inhibitions.  He put the blindfold on with a smile, enjoying the way his other senses seemed to immediately heighten, even, or maybe partially because of his inebriated state.  Remembering Stevie’s suggestion, he put one hand along the wall, and held the other out in front of him, trying to be mindful of how high or low it might be if it came in contact with another person.  He laughed as he slowly made his way deeper into the room, the music already deeply affecting his mood, and the heat of the bodies, the music, and the activities had him tugging at the top most buttons of his shirt, grateful he’d checked his jacket almost right away.  His laughter must have drawn people towards him because almost immediately Stéphane found himself colliding with people, or things, on several sides.  “Whoops sorry!” he apologized, the name, the feeling of the room even affecting his voice, deepening it slightly.  “Did I find the dance floor?  Let’s dance.”