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Post by thane vexen lefebvre on Feb 22, 2020 17:41:21 GMT -5
  Thane always threw a good party. It wasn’t just about the names that were there, though he did have a fair few celebrities amongst his close friends. He picked a good venue, was a great host, and typically always found a way to surprise his guests. One year he had gift bags filled with dark puns and goodies based on the movie they had just wrapped on. The bags also had a mechanism that the handle would grab them back when touched. It had been a little trick produced by his friend and often main SFX guy, Laird. That man had spent most of the night reassuring those at the party that he hadn’t done anything to give anyone a heart attack tonight. Thane thought it funny that Laird didn’t see exploding blood bags as something that might shock people.
Thane wasn’t the type who would destroy a venue. In fact, he often stayed to clean up, or came back in the morning to make sure there had been no damages. He even paid extra if he couldn’t stick around to finish the job. He took responsibility for everything that happened at his parties, which was why tonight’s gift bags were going to be given on exit only. That way only New York’s sidewalks might look like a bloodbath and not Iliza’s club. He liked Casablanca and he had hopes to use the venue again. It was one of three places in the city he kept up a friendly relationship with the owners and used the space at least once a year for some kind of celebration. He had a dive bar in Queens, Casablanca, and an upscale lounge in Manhattan that was owned by the brother of someone he frequently worked with. In his world, contacts were everything. It was how he had the best team on his movies. He kept calling up those he could rely on, peppering them between new faces and those keen to learn. He didn’t trust anyone but Laird for authentic effects, and Kathy in wardrobe didn’t care if he ruined a $3000 designer top with some brutal murder scene. Thane had worked with plenty of people, including those who would freak out over fake blood, those who questioned if the psycho killer couldn’t have a redemption arc instead, and then there was at least one guy on every other movie who thought he could singlehandedly to a better job than anyone else.
With an open tab at the bar, Thane could see everyone enjoying themselves. They had the drinks, the dancing, and the music. He had a feeling that if given even half a chance one of his slightly inebriated stars would offer to put on his own burlesque show – feathers and all. Deciding to check in with Iliza to make sure there hadn’t been any problems, he left his table and made his way to the bar, grinning at Billy as he nodded towards Iliza. “Hey, pretty lady. How’s things? No one caused a riot while I was in the gents?” This group were a good bunch – one of the best film crews he had worked with – so he doubted that they’d get too rowdy before the night was over.
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TAGGED! Iliza Micah Mizenko
WORDS! 540!
LYRICS! You and I - - - New Hope Club
NOTES! <3
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