revivalproject | Every hero movie needs a party

WHO: Anyone and everyone
WHERE: Some Ballroom
WHAT: PARTAY! AKA the Fundraiser Padme is throwing to raise money for Tony's philanthropic oopsie
WHEN: mid-April
WARNINGS: Nothing in general. Potential for villain violence.

((ooc: This is a general mingle post. Go forth and do whatever you want! I've set the scene for the party but what you do in it is up to you! Want to party and schmooze with some rich folks? Go for it! Want to be a bad guy and try to steal shit from under said rich people's noses? Fabulous! Want to be a hero and stop said bad guys. Awesome! Want to brood and sulk like the dark angsty DC character you've always wanted to be? You do you, boo. Go forth and have fun!))

Maybe you're well to do in the city. Maybe you just know a guy who knows a guy. Or maybe you just have the right connections and heard it through the grapevine. One way or another, you've heard about the party of the month. Padme Naberrie Amidala, on behalf of the Stark Industries Board of Directors, has planned the finest fundraising event of her career to help pay for the new wing on the children's hospital... And maybe some starving children Tony wants to save.

Arrival

The entrance sets the stage for the whole event. Lit posts leading up to a wide circular doorway. The red carpet from the sidewalk is lined with paparazzi looking to snap some primo pictures of the attendees. Pose for the cameras, mingle, or just grab a drink from one of the waitstaff as you head inside.

Dinner is Served

The tables are set with fine place settings and beautiful center pieces. Most of the room is decked out in black and white, so as to not draw attention to the lovely colored gowns worn by many of the attendees. The gourmet meal has several options to satisfy everyone. The deserts are even more elaborate. Grab a bite and socialize. Or steal a seat or a plate when no one's looking. I'm not the boss of you.

Time to Socialize

There might not be a formal dance floor but the string quintet is playing some lovely music while the guests mingle. Now's the time to grab a glass of champagne or something from the bar. Snag some fancy looking hors d'oeuvres from a wandering server and spend time with your fellow citizens of this fine city.

Auction!

It is a fundraiser, after all. Aside from the cost to get in (unless you're a filthy freeloader who snuck in the back door), there is also a silent auction set up for attendees. But there are no gift baskets or wreathes in this auction. Nay, my friends. There is a reason there are guards at the door. This auction includes such things as Rolex watches, diamond necklaces, ski trips to the Andes and other fancy rich people things.

But the cherry on top is Tony Stark's contribution. A car that mysterious billionaire Din Djarin is rumored to have his eye on. The car has somehow been brought into the event and is on display for anyone to admire. But remember, that car did belong to Tony Stark, so none of you villains even think about trying to steal it!

The Bar

Every formal event has to have a bar for people tired of champagne or those who just want to be antisocial and run away for a while. Does this really need any more description than that?

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Oh. She had no idea that he couldn't talk. Now she feels a little bad... but she can't make an exception here.

Giving him a small sympathetic smile, she shakes her head. "I'm sorry. We're trying to raise money and we can't do that if you keep giving away drinks. Not only that, but it's irresponsible for you to be drinking while you're working. I can't risk jeopardizing what we're working towards here."

Richie sighed a little before holding up a finger as though to tell the boss lady to wait. He scribbled frantically on the piece of paper to explain:

You sell more that way! Trust me! The bartender gets you one shot and then you buy another. And then another couple sees the shots and suddenly they're buying shots too. It's advertisement. And the free drinks are the cheap shit no one likes. It's something to make them think they're getting one over on the house. Then, when I go for the top shelf liquor and give them the bill they can't complain.

Trust a drinker, I know how to get the wallets empty.

Well he was sober enough to write coherent sentences, that was something.

She sighed, gently smoothing her hand over her hair. It did make good business sense, though she was loathe to admit it. He also did seem to be popular with the guests. She thought for a moment before leveling a serious look his way. "Fine. You get one more chance. But if you take one more alcoholic drink tonight you're done. Do you understand me?"

Was that a low rumble of thunder? Must be his imagination.

Ooookaaaay. That thunder was...ominous. And so was the look in her eyes. Richie straightened up and gave her a salute. Quickly, he scribbled over his pad to try and smooth over the tension as best he could.

You got it. No more freebies. And I'll make sure to put some dollars from the tip jar into the till for the shots I took.

But let me apologize by making you a drink? Whatever you want. I'll even charge you for it, if you want.

She really doesn't like the idea of firing someone if she doesn't have to... Especially at a charity event.

Reading his note, she nods, giving him a small smile. "Thank you. I'll take a white wine."

Richie wrinkles his nose at the order but pastes on a smile and goes to get it all the same.

Only, after he pours the white wine (and really, she didn't even specify which white wine. Poor girl needed help with her alcohol), he starts tinkering around the bar and quickly mixes something up that is both sweet and elegant looking. He comes back with both drinks and has the mixed drink resting on a descriptive napkin:

Okay, I needed to get you something other than a wine. This is great. It's a French 75 so gin, champagne, lemon, and a splash of amaretto for sweetness. Plus! The gin is blue so the drink is all pretty and purple now! Fancy, right?

So she's not much of a drinker. She mostly likes the visual of a glass of wine or a champagne flute.

She raises an eyebrow at the second drink. She sees the writing peeking out from under the glass. Curious, she lifts it up and reads the text. "I'm impressed." She truly is.

Richie smiles and shrugs a shoulder as though to cast off the praise. He mimes for her to drink. It might sound impressive but that doesn't mean much if she doesn't like it. He gestures back to the bar as well to emphasize that he could make something else.

Anything to not get canned in another five minutes.

Ah, yes. Of course. She has to taste the drink to confirm if she likes it. She gives it a curious sniff before taking a small sip.

Her eyebrows raise and she smiles. "That's excellent. Alright, you've sold me."

Richie makes an exaggerated show of relief before sweeping into a bow. Okay. So he saved his job for now. But clearly she had a keener watch on her staff than other bosses had.

Next time he'd need to be sneaker. But for now he just shoots her a salute and gestures back to the bar as though to explain where he's going. As though he'd be anywhere else.

She gives him a nod. He's good. Both at his job and at talking his way out of trouble. She'd have to keep an eye on him. For now, though, she turns to return to her party.

Every hero movie needs a party

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