[OPEN]

[newwaver]

WHO: Felix Dawkins [newwaver] & OPEN
WHERE: Nonah #001 & various Nonah clubs.
WHEN: June 25th
WHAT: Birthday night out.
WARNINGS: Alcohol. Likely edits for anything else that comes up.

A - Nonah #001 [residents and close CR]

[Getting ready is a long winded process that takes place throughout the house involving a bottle of vodka, several changes in clothes, and far more cologne than could ever be considered reasonable. His record is blaring new wave and punk anthems far too loud and he may be hogging the bathroom while he applies his make up.

All in all, he's not being a brilliant housemate tonight. He's not exactly sorry for it.]

B - Various Nonah Clubs & Bars [OTA]

[There are several bars in Nonah, and while Felix tends to favour the more alternative he hasn't limited himself to them. His goal for the night is absolutely quantity over quality, and he can be found in any type of establishment from the seediest to... average reputations. Maybe he's on the dance floor, or maybe he's surrounded by shots at the bar. Either way, there isn't much time where he can be found doing nothing.]

Comments

A

[subourbon]

[Alison lurks outside of the bathroom, fingers planted firmly in her ears. It's Felix's birthday so she's doing her best not to nag about everything, but she'll be surprised if the neighbours don't make some kind of noise complaint soon.]

Felix, for the last time, your make-up and outfit are fine!

[Alison tries to glance at her watch without unplugging her ears. She probably shouldn't even be coming along; clubs and bars are definitely not the kind of environments a recovered alcoholic should be in. But she's not exactly at risk of "falling off the wagon", and she could probably use a night of "letting her hair down". Literally. Although she's almost regretting not putting her hair up into her trademark ponytail already.]

[newwaver]

[Felix has the door open, which makes turning to frown disapprovingly easy. He steps away from the mirror, pulling up the top over his head. This is not the one.]

For the last time, I'm trying to look better than fine.

[He starts to push past her, then stops, holding the rejected top up to her thoughtfully.]

Maybe you should wear this one.

[subourbon]

[Alison takes a good look at the offered top and blanches.]

What? No, that's... I'm happy with my outfit as is.

[newwaver]

[Felix gives her an offended look, but takes it back, stalking off into his room instead.]

What happened to it being fine?

[subourbon]

[She follows after him, half to try and placate him, and half in a desperate attempt to keep him on schedule.]

It's fine for you. I could never pull that off.

[newwaver]

You could. I've seen Sarah in it.

You'd fit in a lot better in this than what you're wearing now.

[subourbon]

[And now it's her turn to give him an offended look.]

What's wrong with what I'm wearing?

[newwaver]

[Oh, good. Now it's his turn to try and placate her.]

Nothing. Just... let's just say the places we're going aren't exactly your usual scene.

[subourbon]

I am well aware of that, Felix. But I have no intention of dressing up as anyone but myself tonight.

[The last thing she wants is to be mistaken for Sarah.]

a

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah strolls into Nonah 001, bottle of red wine in hand, like she owns the place. As far as she's concerned, she might as well. Any home of Felix's is a place she's absolutely comfortable barging into.

She knows that by all reason this should be more awkward. Maybe other siblings would want to talk things out, or at least acknowledge, that they've barely spoken in almost two months. But that's not how she and Felix do things. ]

Happy birthday, little brother. How old are you now?

[newwaver]

[Honestly, it's a relief when she does show up. Part of him had been nervous she wouldn't, and then the fight would have just continued. Maybe it would have got worse, if that were possible. But he's missed his sister, and that's the last thing he'd wanted. If anything he's glad he's been provided with an excuse to spend time with her again. Felix takes the wine, carrying it off into the kitchen so he can pour it into glasses for them.]

You can't even remember? You must be getting old. Sure you're up to this?

[coppelganger]

The day I'm not up for this is the day they roll me into the grave.

[ She follows him to the kitchen, leaning back against the wall and watching him pour their glasses. It feels a little strange being at Felix's place but not being at the loft. ]

You oughta paint a cock on the wall in here. Liven it up a bit.

[newwaver]

Shared living space. I do try to be considerate.

[He says like he hasn't left his rejected underwear choices lying all over the couch.]

There is one in my room. I'll show you when I'm finding a shirt that actually looks half way decent.

[coppelganger]

And how many times have you changed already?

[ Because she knows him, and she knows this isn't his first outfit change. ]

[newwaver]

I don't know. A few?

[He hasn't exactly been keeping track. He shrugs, pouring out a glass of wine for each of them.]

[coppelganger]

Sounds about right.

[ She takes a glass of wine from him and tips it toward his own. ] Well, cheers.

[newwaver]

Well, it is my birthday. I can't go out in just anything.

[He taps his own glass against hers, immediately knocking back half of it after.]

Cheers.

A! and much like cosima, i'm showing up to this very late!

[doubleblind]

[Cosima arrives 15 minutes later than their agreed upon meeting time, knocking on the door loudly to be heard over the blaring music. When she's let inside, she brings along with her an armful of clothes. Her hair and eye makeup are perfect, but she's clearly not yet dressed for the night out.]

Felix. I need your help, man.

Me too, whoops.

[newwaver]

Finally.

[Felix isn't exactly ready himself, but he can still be indignant about it.]

All right. It's fine. Don't worry. Let's go upstairs. I think I might need your help too.

[doubleblind]

[Cosima just rolls her eyes and follows after him. It's not like Felix is every ready on time either. He has no room to talk, unlike her clones.]

Yeah? Tell me you've at least narrowed it down to a few options.

[Felix has access to his whole closet. They could be here for hours if Cosima doesn't impose some order.]

[newwaver]

Yes.

[Well.]

Sort of.

[His bed certainly doesn't look like it has much order once they reach his room.]

[doubleblind]

[Cosima sighs as if she isn't carrying an armful of clothes that she dumps into the pile on his bed. She starts to sift through his choices, throwing anything she disapproves of onto the floor.]

Man, I think you have even more clothing than I do...

[newwaver]

Yet somehow nothing I can wear tonight. I've been through all of it. None of it's right.

[Cosima's pile is easier to sort through. It's almost a relief to be looking at someone else's instead of his own.]

[doubleblind]

[Cosima catches his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Perhaps she's taking this night out a bit too seriously, but it's Felix's birthday. He's done a lot for her and her sisters and they owe him a perfect night out.]

We'll find something perfect, okay? Just trust me.

[newwaver]

Yeah. You're right. What I need is a fresh eye.

[They can help each other out perfectly on that front. He's already culling items from Cosima's pile, and considering others.]