#lomk:event9

[rothane]

status: open

setting: skateland disco night, late evening

Skateland used to be a regular place for Rowan — when she and Harper were kids her mom used to bring them there every Thursday night for cheap night, and in hear early twenties she used to drag Andy there for date nights on a regular basis but it’s been ages since she’d been inside it now. Between how crazy things in town had been in general and the fact that she’s got four kids to try and keep track of, it just hadn’t been on her radar. But she’s glad that she’d seen the flyer for tonight and decided to come out — it’s been a fun break from everything, exactly what she’d needed. She’d spent a good amount of time out on the roller rink but by now, her feet are aching and begging her to take a break. So that was how she found herself sitting at the bar, waiting for a Diet Coke — her solidarity sobriety making all of the drunk idiots around her all that much more amusing. However, a second later the bar tender is shoving a shot in her direction before pointing to an older man on the other end of the bar who shoots her a wave and a wink that she can’t help but laugh at. “Courtesy of the old guy with the Santa beard down there. I think he’s tryin’ to get lucky tonight,” she snorts, nodding towards the man in question before shoving the drink into a random person’s hands. “He’s all yours, though.”   

[reinathane]

OPEN / ​​​everyone LOCATION: Skateland, Disco Night

To be completely honest, Reina does not want to be here. She’s only been recovering from the burns covering the length of her back for a little over a month now, and some days it feels like just lifting her arms is the hardest thing in the world let alone getting on skates. Not to mention, she’s got very little interest in being in public right now. She’s only ventured out of Rick’s home to check on Calliope a few times — she’d never be able to leave the place alone for too long, even if she was on her death bed — but that’d only been because she’s sure Otto wouldn’t dare step foot in there. Anywhere else is free game, especially Skateland, which happens to be owned by one of his lackeys, for lack of a better word. Reina may technically be an investor in this place, but she’s not sure that matters when it comes to Otto. But Rowan had practically forced her to put on the ugly sequins pants she’s wearing and Rick had made it a point to drag her out of the house, and she’d actually been having fun for a little bit until the man’s date decided to show up. Now, Reina’s glowering in a corner, phone in one hand and drink in the other until someone promptly skates into her and knocks it out of her grasp. “Are you fucking kidding me?” she rages, fully taking out her terrible mood on the poor soul who clearly just lost control of their skates. Luckily, only a few drops landed on her, but that doesn’t stop Reina from being a complete bitch. “Do you have any clue how expensive this blouse is?”

[adrianhcndrix]

starter / open setting / disco night

Maybe it’s the inherent camp of the evening’s theme (which is always up his ally), or a little vacation glow left over from their weekend away (during which there was shockingly no crisis to yank them back to town), or even just the simple fun of teaming up with Bowie to dress Angel up for a party, but Adrian is actually having fun at one of these things. And he’s doing it sober. So there’s that.

He hasn’t been on roller skates since his early twenties and was surprised to find that the balance and technique seemed to come back to him naturally after a few trips around the rink clinging to the wall for dear life. He’s not spinning around like an Olympic skater any time soon, but at least he hasn’t fallen yet.

Except, as he glides towards the exit to the drink, he misjudges how far away the he is from anything to grab onto to stop himself. Missing the edge of the wall by barely an inch, he panics. His hand makes a grab for the nearest solid thing to pull himself to a halt. Fingers grip fabric and something gives and now not only is Adrian flat on his ass, he’s brought someone else down with him. 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry. You okay?”

[isaacxmarshall]

isaac + disco night outfit

l e t ‘ s  g r o o v e  t o n i g h t 

[bowieleblanc]

Event 09: Disco Night @ Skateland 

[kitaylcr]

OPEN STARTER ;

WHERE: Disco Night at Skateland WITH: anyone

With Kit being the manager at Skateland, he felt it only right to come dressed extravagantly and to be frank, over the top. Whenever it came to costumes or themes, Kit never did them by half. He either went all out, or he didn’t go at all. Despite his eagerness to get out there skating and put everyone else to shame, he snuck off to one of the back rooms for a quick bump without hoping anyone would notice. 

In a hurry to get back out there, Kit threw open the door and walked straight into somebody else. “Hey, c’mon-” he was seconds away from mouthing off when he noticed their small frown. “What? Elton John, right?” he spun around on his heels, offering them a quick disco jive, surprisingly elegant in his platform boots. “The glasses kinda give it away. Don’t tell me you’re not impressed.” 

[andythane]

ROWAN THANE | @rothane​

A man can only hit the wall of the roller rink and get knocked over on his ass so many times before deciding it’s time for a “snack break”. In reality, Andy is just looking for an excuse to take his skates off for a moment before finding his second wind — He manages, slowly but surely making his way back to his wife after, who’s waiting on the other side of the opening to the roller rink. He hobbled to her on his skates, holding on to the half wall to keep himself balanced. “You’re gonna have to teach me to stop on these things some day,” he teases with a laugh, holding onto the wall as he slowly steps off of the carpet. “M’startin’ to think you’re gettin’ off on me hitting the wall.”

[marisolsteel]

starter / open setting / disco night

There’s a slight sense of unease settled over Marisol that’s hung over her like a gloomy storm cloud ever since she stepped into the skating rink. She hasn’t been back here since her and Cat had taken down a would-be criminal--an incident she had tried to put out of her mind as best she could, convincing herself that she was fine. That the situation had been handled. But the anxiety still lingers, coupled with the fact that half the room is out for her father’s blood and by extension don’t trust her. Yeah. Good times all around.

But the lights are flashing and the music is great and Marisol had spent enough time here as a kid that she was basically a pro on roller skates. So, she’s determined to have fun. Whatever it takes.

She glides into the bar, stopping herself against the edge with the flat of her palms. “When I was a kid we used to smuggle vodka in water bottles and pour it into our cokes,” she says to the person perched on a seat beside her. “It almost feels like weird to just order a drink here like a normal person, right?”