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|Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008|
Inara's Birthday Party
One of the best things about being friends with one manager of a club and being married to another one is a) you have the keys to let yourself into the place, and b) you have an accomplice.
This means that when Mal walks Inara to work on Saturday, everything has been prepared already, including music (which Mal was thoroughly routed away from - the man has no taste, according to some people), liquor (which Mal was allowed to take part in choosing, thank God), and a ridiculously decorated chocolate cake.
There's even a floating miniature chandelier.
Mal still doesn't get the why.
|Tuesday, May 13th, 2008|
Dot's Bachelorette Party
Tonight, the Delicate Flowers Nightclub is reserved for a special event. A sign outside the door, written in colorful marker and emblazoned with a standard sprite icon, reads "Congratulations Dot!" and, in a smaller and somewhat cheeky font on the line below, "No men allowed...except the dancers!"
Mouse checks once more to make certain that all is in readiness for the bachelorette party: balloons and streamers up; a wide selection of sprite and User drinks available (and, more importantly, clearly marked); sound system and club lights working properly. She'd insisted on seeing to that last detail herself.
Dot will be here in five minutes (not "should be here," but "will
be here," because this is Dot we're talking about). She and Mouse will take another fifteen minutes to make sure everything's up to spec, and then Mouse will open the door for guests.
|Saturday, March 15th, 2008|
Lilly's hanging out in the nightclub, tonight. It's quiet, with a few customers scattered throughout the intimate tables and shadowy booths and soft music playing over the clink of glasses and murmurs of conversation.
She's taken a table up front with a cosmo and some paperwork, just to keep an eye on the door.
|Friday, February 29th, 2008|
[OOC: Auction post!]
This is the actual post to submit bids after your pup has mingled and met the auctionees. Comments are screened, so it can all stay sekrit and suspenseful!
Ginny's Charity Date Auction is being held on the nightclub side of Delicate Flowers so as to avoid confusion about what, exactly, should happen on said dates.
Trays of food and drink from the wizarding world as well as Bar's most popular menus are scattered about in order to encourage partygoers to mingle and meet the auctionees.
After all, isn't that why everyone's here? For charity
|Friday, December 21st, 2007|
NaughtyISNice: Delicate Flowers Holiday Party
The Delicate Flowers Brothel and Nightclub is on the third floor. No numbers on the door, though. No need. If you're looking for it, you'll find it. And if you're not looking for it, you might stumble in unawares and Lilly, at least, really doesn't have a problem with that.
Once through the discreet door, there is an even more
discreet door to your left, the kind of discreet that only happens around serious indiscretions. It's locked, though. There's a small sign hung from the doorknob. Sorry, we're not being that kind of naughty tonight.
(This is a lie. All the Flowers have keys and are welcome to use them at any time.)
To your right, a door leads into the nightclub, beautifully and elegantly decorated (mostly by Inara) for a party. The hostesses are lingering by the door, drinks and food are set out, music is playing, candles are lit... it's very inviting.
Really, you should come in.
|Saturday, December 1st, 2007|
It was a
Saturday night, and Remy figured the place could use a little sprucing up.
By way of shirtless bartending. Never let it be said that the man wasn't a fount of good ideas. Of course, this didn't mean that he was
but that was beside the point.
If anyone happened by the Delicate Flowers foyer that evening they were bound to hear the jazzy swing music Remy'd picked out, it wasn't too loud to overpower conversation, but it was loud enough to be heard in the hall, barely. And besides that? Well, shirtless Remy at the bar, what wasn't eyecatching about that?
|Saturday, August 25th, 2007|
They present quite the family picture, Puck and Lilly and the twins. The Goodfellow-Kane paterfamilias
is lounging in an apparently gravity-defying yet graceful manner over the arm and back of the sofa upon which his fair lady languidly reclines. On the table before them sit a pair of baby baskets. Aria Moonshine Goodfellow-Kane is cooing gently in one basket as her brother Adrian Sunbeam slumbers in the other. It would be a perfect portrait of traditional domestic felicity if, you know, it didn't contain Puck and Lilly.
It probably doesn't help that they're waiting for people to foist their children off to, either.
|Saturday, August 18th, 2007|
Merriman-Sallie, at the nightclub
In all his time at Milliways, Merriman had never actually expected to set foot in Madame Lilly's nightclub -- to say nothing of the other
business she runs. But a favour is a favour
, and a worthwhile favour at that. And now that his schedule elsewhere is starting to clear, setting up a free evening is markedly easier to arrange than it would have been a short time ago.
He arrives at the nightclub quite early, well in advance of the prearranged time. (It doesn't do to keep a lady waiting.) Lilly had mentioned flowers, and so he had made a brief stop at a small florist's shop in Oxford beforehand and selected a small arrangement of colourful cattleya orchids. Once upon a time, that particular kind of flower had carried associations of longevity and quiet elegance, and even if the language of flowers has been all but forgotten by most it never hurts to keep a few of the old traditions alive.
|Friday, August 17th, 2007|
The Bar has been haunting him
All Puck wanted was some breakfast, really. That was all
. Instead, he got a rose and a note-- ten apologies you might have more use for
. The rose is now in the trilobyte tank; Puck is certain the little creatures will appreciate it. However, further attempts to obtain nourishment have only resulted in more ... well, stuff
So it is that Puck slips into the nightclub, carrying with him a small box of chocolates, a box of macaroni and cheese, a matchbook, a pack of gum, a singing fish (don't ask), a tiny glass swan, and a marzipan rose. When he catches sight of Lilly (sitting with the twins, it does his heart good to see mother and children united even if she does
look a little bewildered by the fact that they're still here), he makes a beeline for her.
Very, very cheerfully, "It is so
good to see you up and about, darling."
|Saturday, August 4th, 2007|
Remy smiled, holding the door open for Agnes, "Well, here we are, s'th'lobby. Off t'th'right is th'new nightclub, and th'left is th'brothel proper."
|Saturday, July 7th, 2007|
Lilly's in the nightclub, lounging behind the bar. It's an excellent vantage point from which to keep an eye on the room.
Good luck getting her to actually serve you a drink, though.
|Friday, June 29th, 2007|
Puck is really not much in the mood for the bar proper tonight-- as, in fact, he has not been for several nights running. Therefore, he begins his shift in the nightclub earlier than usual, and plans to stay late.
rather like it up here. Probably the ceiling, with its tiny, glittering points of light like so many stars, has something to do with that-- though if he has to be honest, and he will
condescend to be at least this once, the entire room is rather cozy: tables and booths tucked along the curving walls, plenty of shadowy corners, candles ensconced all about the place ... even the bar and lounge area are a little more, well, intimate
than they are in the main bar.
Of course, there's the stage and the dance floor. Puck always does hope to catch someone making a complete fool of themselves.
It pleases him best when things fall out preposterously, you know.[OOC: Puck may be tagged behind the bar or just wandering around, whatever you prefer. Also, feel free to begin your own subthreads with other people. *is allll about the anarchy, man*]
|Monday, April 30th, 2007|
Inara is sprawled on a couch in the lounge of the brothel, a satisfied smile on her face. The majority of the mess from the party has been cleaned up, though a few stray glasses peak out here and there. She'll get to them eventually.
|Sunday, April 29th, 2007|
Drusilla hasn't been feeling to sociable lately and so she's been keeping to herself. She didn't go to the party- that would have been too many people for her to deal with at the moment.
The problem- the real problem- is her own lonliness. After so many years livingeatingfearinghurting
with Angel, Spike and Darla, she hardly knows who she is on her own. They came here, for a while, all of them came and then all of them went. They abandoned her again. Because thats what people do in the end, she thinks, they abandon you. Why get close to someone if all they do is hurt you? Better not to get close. Better just to stay alone. That way you can't be hurt by anyone but yourself. On the bad days she can barely bring herself to go out for food, let alone go and work. Those are the days when she stays in bed and the wait rats bring her food and make sure she eats.
Today though- today is one of her good days. She's put on one of her elegant dresses and as it's been a while since she last worked she comes to the brothel. Drusilla settles herself in one of the comfy chairs with a pot of tea and a delicate china cup. She's brought her kniting with her to pass the time while waiting for clints. Should anyone want her, she'll happily put it aside to give anyone her full attention...
|Wednesday, April 25th, 2007|
The Delicate Flowers sign now hangs over double doors that open into a small foyer. To the left is the brothel itself, but now an entranceway to the right leads into the new nightclub.
The room is dimly lit, scattered points of light shining like stars in the dark ceiling and candles glowing on the tables and in wall sconces. Tables and booths are tucked along the curving walls or hidden in corners. On the far wall there’s a small stage and dance floor, just across from the bar and lounge area. [ooc: standard party post procedure, just tag into a thread header (any of them, you totally don't have to hit the hosts first or even at all) and have fun! (Delicate Flowers, feel free to make your own thread headers if you like!)]
ETA: Mal-mun is not going to be able to pick up tags till Thursday afternoon, at the earliest, but she'll get them! We have all weekend as well, so. :D
|Tuesday, January 30th, 2007|
Yesterday, Goldy received the requisite approvals
for the casino project to go forward. So, today, around mid-morning, she drops off an official-looking letter to the brothel office:( Lilly and Inara... )
There's no regret or guilt attached to the decision. No emotions are stirred at all reallyit's just business. With an accomplished nod and a smile, she turns on her heel and heads back out.
|Monday, January 29th, 2007|
Jack considers it something of a luxury to have the choice of two
places in which he can lounge around flirting with all and sundry. But he had lunch just recently, so there's no real need to go down to the bar again, and even though he has no arrangements made for today as such, the damp weather makes for a lazy mood, so in the main brothel entrance he stays.
Those in search of contracted company and pleasures derived thereof can come to him
And in the meantime, he can chat with any of the staff that happen to be around. It's a win-win situation!
So: Jack, half-lying on a couch, barefoot but otherwise fully clothed, reading the Kama Sutra
. He appears to be mentally ticking every time he turns a page.
|Thursday, January 18th, 2007|
Remy was smirking, just faintly, as he led the blonde across the main room, pausing only long enough to scribble the appointment down in the book under his name. The knife-edge smile returned as he unlocked the door to one of the smaller rooms, chuckling softly again and holding the door for Draco, "C'mon in petit."
|Sunday, January 7th, 2007|
There is a new envolope sitting on the desk in the office, addressed to Inara Serra. Inside is a key, and a note written in Delia's elegantly cursive script.( Inara SerraCollapse )