Go-kon Open Log

[ahonoyume]

Welcome to the wonderful fall weekend go-kon dating event! Though typically karaoke is a rather intimate affair, Oshitari rented out a larger room to accommodate the crowd. There’s an open bar area with snacks and soft drinks; a few high tops surround it, dotting the way toward some of the comfier couches that frame the small stage. Around the stage the room is dimly lit, illuminated mostly by a few low lamps and flittering disco lights. The snacks, however, are perfectly illuminated.

Whether or not you put yourself on Oshitari's list, you can show up. Either you're someones plus one or you PM'd Oshitari last minute.

(ooc: (1) While there will be NPC characters there, keep in mind that they're all friends of friends. As such, they're all perfectly nice people who would not take advantage of anyone. Use them as you see fit.
(2) While I know there are large drinks being offered for free, please do not get your character dangerously drunk. Intoxicated and a little sloppy is fine, but please no hospitalization/extreme illness. Keep it fun!)

Comments

[izen]

"I am not singing."

Especially not Mr. Taxi. He had been unprofessional enough for one day. Skulking around outside wasn't exactly professional either, but he really needed to cool his head after those kisses.

He didn't protest Hirakoba's hugs. After all, body heat trumped the cool fall breeze. But Hirakoba was making it difficult for him to get rid of his own champagne. "Oh look, is that Yamazaki-kun running away?" he pointed in the opposite direction.

[rinhirakoba]

What a shame. He wondered what other awful song he could convince Zaizen to sing with him at karaoke...

Hirakoba pulled away for a moment as Zaizen spoke and he turned to squint down the alleyway. "He better not be..." he still had things to do with Yamazaki-kun that evening after dragging him there. But there was no one there and there was no sounds of footsteps either and Hirakoba turned back to frown suspiciously at Zaizen. He covered up his confusion though by moving to fill up his glass again.

[izen]

"Oh, sorry," Zaizen said flatly. He sat up a little straighter, finally pulling his legs away from his chest. "I must've mistaken a different sketchball for him."

Hirakoba filled his glass again; at least it was less that the blond would drink.