Rave in Aoyama [Join]

[mishuku]

Strikes of colors filled the night as people in their top fashion ran about the streets. Looking down on them with her Grey eyes inspecting every human down below. Her black spiked hair covered half of her face as she leaned her head to her right side resting on her bony shoulder. She was squatting on one of the higher buildings in the area. Mishuku snorted as she spotted a girl covered in a pinkish robe fall face first into a puddle of sewer water.

"I wonder why they insist to be so ignorant all the time?" Mishuku asked aloud as she stood up to her full length. She looked around before placing her hands on her hips and licking the piercings on her lips. She wanted something to do and sitting around laughing at people wasn't in her agenda. She came here to have fun and she was going to have fun but she didn't know what to do. "Heh I can mess around with some humans and see how long they can last before they turn on each other.." Mishuku said as she gave a low growl.

Her wings had came out and as usual they were covered with specks of blood. She jumped off the building flapping her wings as she flew downward. She hovered over the people analyzing each one of them. "Which one? Which one..?" Mishuku whispered as the chattering of the people below grew louder. She raised a brow curious of what was going on.

Up ahead she spotted a line that almost extended half of a block. The people wore neon lights around them and had piercings almost everywhere. Mishuku smirked as she heard loud music coming out every time the guard opened the door. She stood there in the air crossing her legs and looking at the scene below. Mishuku rested her head on her pale hand as she chuckled at some of the humans who were pushing to get in.

Her mind was token off the subject of messing with people. She was actually intrigued at the music she was hearing. And most importantly she liked what she was seeing. The colors she saw relaxed her and the strobing lights made it all the better. "Hah! this is better then I'd expect it to be!" she yelled out as a fight broke out at the end of the line.

[Imae Aiko]

Imae Aiko had a little bit of a rhythmic sway to her step as she slunk through the pulsating crowd of frantically gyrating ravers that packed the dance floor of the club. Her graceful, grooving gait would've been awkward or difficult for most to achieve in six-inch platform boots, but it was a sway to which she'd become accustomed. Really, she was more likely to trip barefooted than in her heels. Keeping a wary eye on head bangers and glow stick spinners, she bounced her way toward the edge of the crowd. There were so many people, though, - and so many already intoxicated dancers she had to be careful to avoid- that it was quite the journey. She licked her rouged lips, thirsty for another sip of her drink, which she held protectively above her head. The music that thumped around her was literally palpable on the air, a deep, neo-techno type beat that pumped up in exciting little vibrations through her legs and thighs. She bobbed her head along with the feeling. Her eardrums felt like they were pulsing pretty violently along with the sound as well, but it was all in good fun.

"Misa-chaaaaaan!" she called loudly, scrunching her face at the effort to scream above the speakers, but she was certain no one could hear her. She shot her gaze upward to check on her tonic. It was an appletini, and she desperately hoped not to spill it as she made her way through the drunken ravers, scanning the blacklight-lit crowd for Amane's familiar face.

The night was young, and she'd only had a few drinks, herself. She was just starting to feel the lovely warm tingle of the alcohol in her stomach. She figured she'd wait for Misa-Misa to arrive to start the hardcore partying. She'd not seen her friend since way back when, in Kansai. It was an exciting concept, the thought of partying with Amane again. Aiko was known to imbibe pretty heavily, but Amane? Give the girl a wine bottle and it would be gone before the end of a meal. She smiled warmly at the thought. It wasn't often she found another girl that could out drink her, but she thought that Misa-Misa was probably her better, or at least a pretty close match.

A more bass-heavy and violently rhythmic song began at about the time she hurled herself past the edge of the pulsating mass of dancers, and she swayed her thin shoulders along with it, glad to be free to move her arms. She let her drink hand sag to about lip level, and downed the rest of her martini in one fell sip. Mmmmm. Maybe she should make another trip to the bar before Amane arrived? Aww, who was she kidding? The bar was probably the most likely place she'd find her friend, right? She giggled at the thought, setting the martini glass aside on a random surface as she moved toward the VIP bar. Her steps were much quicker now that she didn't need to worry about being smacked in the face with a randomly flying fist or glow stick.

She was pretty satisfied that Misa wasn't among the crowd, being that a decent sized swarm of random guys would have likely congregated around the star if she made the mistake of stopping for more than a few seconds there. She'd seen no such gatherings in her few sweeps of the dancers, and had been lucky enough to avoid creating such a scene herself. All-in-all, the start of the night was turning out pretty glitch-free, if only Misa would hurry up and get there so they could start the mischief. The bouncer that guarded the entrance to the VIP section nodded her way and stepped aside to allow her access to the lounge. She smiled and walked quickly past him, bending beneath the little rope he held up for her passage.

When she came upon the bar she leaned over it, twirling a strand of the pink extensions she'd had clipped in for tonight around her index finger. "Hey, babe," she said to the bartender, and licked her lips. "I'll have a vodka and tonic, please." She smiled kindly. "Put it on the tab. Imae." And then she turned from him to wait and looked back out at the crowd in lounge. It was much less densely packed than the common dance floor, although it was by no means sparse. Still, it didn't seem Amane was here, either. After a few moments, her drink was prepared, and she began to nurse it slowly. She wasn't sure how long she could hold out with the whole alcohol moderation deal, in a club. Loud music made her want to drink, and a lot. In all likelihood, if Misa-chan didn't arrive soon, she'd be totally trashed for their reunion. It might be fun, but nonetheless she hoped Amane would show up with some degree of haste, as she'd high hopes to remember at least part of their first night out together, after so long a separation ...

[Amane Misa]

[So I am finally back! Sory this si a bit short, I am out of practice hahaha.]

The neon light inside the clue reflected off of Misa’s patent leather watch as she shifted her wrist to yet again glance at the time. She was late. Finally finding herself having arrived inside, Misa scanned the crowd to find the one she was here to see. Imae… Though she did not see her friend looking back at her anywhere in the midst of the ravers, she did find several others looking back at her. This brought a grin to her face. She had dressed for such a reaction. She was here, after all, to party.

Starting from the top, Misa had piled her long blonde locks atop her head, several tendrils falling in a purposefully messy fashion to frame her face and tickle the nape of her neck, it being held together with metallic red pins. A cropped leather jacket adorned her torso, zipped up just enough to keep her ‘decent’. A metallic red chain was looped around her throat, the end hanging free to disappear beneath the jacket, a matching one hung around her hips. Form fitting, calf length black pants hugged her legs, and her feet balanced in a pair of red stilettos. To complete everything, her lips were glistening with red gloss and her eyes were rimmed with s glittering black liner. Yeah, she was ready to party.

Heading towards the lounge to grab herself a drink before searching the crowded floor for Imae, Misa found herself declining several invitations to dance…. And other things. Tonight she just wanted to party with her girlfriend from Kansai. Winking at the bouncer who immediately recognized her, she slipped under the rope. Feeling a good amount of eyes on her once more, Misa pretended to be indifferent to the attention as she strode to the bar, though adding a seductive strut to her gait.

Finding an open spot on the bar, she leaned forward on the counter, tugging lightly on the bartender’s cuff, smiling sweetly at him. “How about a Dracula’s Kiss?” Watching the man mix the black cherry vodka, grenadine, and cola, Misa amused herself by watching the dancers on the other side of the rope. The hard techno was perfect for dancing and letting go, and she couldn’t wait to get out there. Accepting her finished drink, she slid a bill from inside her brassiere. “Keep the change cutie.” Winking at the bartender before stepping away from the bar, Misa searched for her friend as she sipped her drink.

It didn’t take long to spot that familiar face standing only a few feet from where Misa stood herself. Taking a step towards her, she exclaimed “Ai-chaannn!!!”, her arms thrown out in joy and excitement. Now the party could begin at last.

[Imae Aiko]

“Oh my god, Misa –chaaaaaaan!!!” Aiko squealed, and she fanned her face excitedly for a few seconds before stepping forward and wrapping her arms loosely around the smaller woman – careful, of course, not to spill her drink during the excited display of girlish affection. She held the hug for a second, drawling out her high-pitched squeal to its very end, and then she stepped back to give Misa an appraising once-over. “Misa-chan,” she exclaimed, “you look so hot! You haven’t changed a bit! Except … ohmigod, have you lost weight? Is that even possible for somebody so thin?”

She then clanked her glass against Misa’s to let the other know that her questions were rhetorical, slung an arm around Misa’s shoulders and tugged her friend closer to her spot at the bar. The sudden suprise of seeing her old friend again seemed to get her blood pumping a little faster, and she felt an alcohol-induced flush rush to her cheeks as her pulse quickened. The fuzzy euphoria of her buzz grew with the rush, too, and she smiled brightly at Misa for a moment, her eyes a suddenly a little glazed. Misa-Misa's fame had grown quite a bit since their time together in Kansai – as had her own, she quickly noted to herself – and it was likely the fact that their escapades would attract a good deal of attention if they got wild enough – and they certainly would, if she had anything to do with it – along with the rush from seeing an old friend, that was hyping her up. Not to mention, vodka was her drink. Speaking of which ..., she thought, and took a hearty gulp from her quickly dwindling glass.

Tonight was going to be a good night; she could feel it.

If she were entirely free of the influence of alcohol, maybe she would’ve liked to ask Misa what it was that took her away from Kansai so quickly, and with so little notice – she had nursed some hurt feelings about that ordeal for a while, after all. However, she wasn’t entirely free of its influence - and so she didn’t. The thought barely crossed her mind. Instead, she let her arm fall from Misa's shoulder, leaned against the bar and swung her hips a little to the music, flashing a wry smirk and gesturing to the attractive VIP crowd. “Looks hot out there, no?” she asked, quirking her lips a little higher. She kept her voice loud so that it could be heard over the pulsing music. “I am so ready to dance, Misa-chan!!,” she continued with a giggle, and then paused momentarily.

“First though, you’ve got to fill me in! Like, what’s going on? How are you? How's life? Working on any new projects? I haven’t spoken with you in ages!” At that, she downed the rest of her drink and turned toward the bartender to gesture for another, as certainly the time it took for Misa to give her the details would be enough to finish one more. Almost as soon as she'd sent her attention away from her old friend, though, she shot it back and narrowed her smiling eyes at Misa's face. This was Misa-Misa, so there had to be something interesting going on in her life.

[Amane Misa]

Misa excitedly returned her friend’s hug before downing the rest of her drink with a surprising grace. Noting the obvious flush across her Ai-chan’s face, Misa motioned to the bartender, not wanting to fall far behind on the fun. She couldn’t wait to see what kinds of trouble they were going to stir up. Misa could already see that people were recognizing not only her, but Aiko as well. Chuckling, she sent a playful wink at her friend for her compliments. Grabbing her new drink in one hand, she brought the other up to Aiko’s hair. “What have you done to this mane of your now?! I love it!!!” Her voice was growing higher as the effects of the vodka and cola mixture began to take effect. She was soooo overdue for a party!

“Oh this and thatttt… you know how it is.” She giggled and sipped her drink. “More shoots, an amazing boyfriend, magazine interviews… the usual.” Misa was hoping in the back of her mind that her friend wouldn’t ask about Kansai, at least not just yet. She just wanted to have a girl’s night out. “How about you?! I have been hearing more and more about you on the circuit!!! My Ai-chan, so famous!” She laughed openly and gave an exaggerated expression of pride, poking a bit of fun at Aiko. Misa always knew she was talented, and was pleasantly surprised when she had found out about the rock-star’s rising fame. Now they really could party like the celebrities they were!! Not that they hadn’t before anyway…

Casting a glance at the gyrating crowd, Misa finished her glass and set it on the counter. How she wanted to dance! The heart was pumping to the beat of the music, and her stilettos tapped along as if anxious to strut their stuff on the dance floor. “Come on Ai-chan! Let’s show these people how the rich and famous party!” Swiping an ice cube from her empty glass, she teasingly popped it into her mouth before grabbing her friend’s hand. “My Raito doesn’t dance or do anything fun! I need to break out!” She giggled and tugged the hand that she held, scanning the floor for the perfect area for them to squeeze through to.


Two hot, famous, and buzzed up chicks out on the town… Japan, better watch out!!!

[Imae Aiko]

She’d been steadily working on her drink as Misa spoke, but when her friend grabbed her hand, Aiko tilted her head back and downed the remainder of the mixture like it was one giant shot … and then carelessly discarded the glass somewhere on the bar. She felt a little unsteady as she turned to follow Misa– and she held rather tightly onto her hand - but the world did not yet look as if it was whirling around her in freeze-frame, so she knew she’d have to make a trip to the bar soon or else she’d loose her buzz. Then again, that last drink hadn’t really had time to catch up with her yet, had it? Maybe she’d be set for a while … The VIP section did, after all, overload its drinks with alcohol; you actually go what you paid for – and that was a lot.

The smile on Aiko’s face had broadened impossibly at the mention of her growing fame, and it still hadn’t begun to fade. To hear her accomplishments acknowledged by Misa-Misa herself was a huge pride-booster. Not to mention, she’d always had this fear that she’d always be known mostly as ‘the girl from that commercial’, and the thought of completely escaping that possibility totally excited her ...

.... but tonight was girl’s night out … so her thoughts really shouldn’t have been so self-absorbed. She chided herself inwardly and began to scan the room for a nice dancing place – sans icky grabby boys. She was in no mood to deal with a drunken boy (or girl – it had happened before) tactlessly trying to slide his (/her) hands up her skirt ... she certainly wasn’t that drunk yet. Surprisingly enough, she soon caught sight of a very promising little pocket of space toward the center of the dance floor that was occupied mostly by steady-standing women, so she tapped Misa on the shoulder and then pointed toward it.

“'Your' Raito?” she asked with a low, curious tone, speeding up to a trotting pace to walk closely alongside Misa as they neared the spot. She leaned in and locked eyes with the other woman as she spoke. “Who is this ‘amazing’ Raito? And why the hell would you date a guy that doesn’t dance?”