Blow [Kazooie]

[Jareth King]

WORD COUNT [ 498 ] MOOD [ energized ] OUTFIT [ click! ] MUSIC [ Blow (Deconstructed) by Kesha ] TAG [ Kazooie ] NOTES [ the version of the song Jareth used is here! ]

The Hair of the Dog was a dark, low-lit place in a basement below a restaurant, full of all types of supernatural creatures, most of them fae or witch, but a select few weres or vampires; the perfect sort of place and the perfect sort of crowd for one of Jareth's gigs. He had been here a few times before, mostly as a customer, and he was friends with the bartender, and “more than friends” with a couple of the regulars. He liked the little hole in the wall. After the ruining of his kingdom, it was one of the few places that really felt like home to him. Of course, he could not stay in Dublin often or for long each visit. Ireland was one of his mother's haunts, and Titania was the second to last person that the Goblin King wished to see – Oberon was the very last. Luckily, there had been no intrusions in his life made by either of his parents for quite some time. So he was free to sing for the small crowds he attracted, to work his lyrical magic as he pleased. He stepped up to the mic, tapping it for a quick test before signaling to his musicians. A soft, slow piano tune began to play, and he scanned the room as he waited for his cue. It wasn't bad tonight; more than the usuals had come, thanks to his Twitter updates on his whereabouts. The faerie grinned, beginning to croon into the microphone: “Back door cracked, we don't need a key; we get in for free, No VIP sleaze. Drink that Kool-Aid, follow my lead. Now you're one of us; you're coming with me...” As he sung, he moved his hands, subtly. Both his nails and his lips glittered silver in the dim light. “It's time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down. Tonight, we're taking over, no one's getting out...” And so it went. The song's lyrics were not particularly chilling, but the way in which it was sung definitely was – and the spell weaved into it probably helped that feeling. It wasn't a bad spell, not really. Just a little bit of sexual energy, a little bit of a mood lifter... While he sang, everyone's hair would raise. But afterward, they'd be so much more inclined to have a bit of fun. That was the only song he put a spell in. After that, it was a more than regular set; a couple of covers of more popular songs, a couple of his original pieces. Once the fae had finished a few songs, he took a break, handing the mic over to someone else and stepping outside for a smoke. He couldn't help but grin, shuddering with the energies in the air around him. His bartender friend brought him a green apple vodka, he lit himself a cigarette, and his spirits were, however temporarily, lifted. All this with just Kesha. post template by Tony

[Kazooie]

Clubs had been--and always would be--some of Kazooie's most favourite places in the world. This would come as no surprise to anyone who knew her, as the natural composition of a club was a cocktail of alcohol, music... and other people who were desperate for a one-night stand. Of course, they were also some of her least favourite places in the world as well, with exclusion policies that would make a high school student cry and men who either thought she was "too fucking terrifying to bang" or didn't bother pleasing her when they did. The one woman that had showed interest in her was a far better experience, but it was hard to find a girl-lovin' chick at a club. 

Or, at least, it was back in London. It wasn't that the city was particularly homophobic, but more that the clubs the breegull found herself at were directed at straight relationships. There weren't many gay bars, and when Kazooie managed to find one, it hadn't been the best of experiences. But here there was such an openness that she had never felt before. It was only day two of their delay (which was now projected to last a week) and she had already met several men, women, and even a couple of people who identified as non-binary that were interested in her. She had choices, and interesting ones! 

The Fae really do party hard!

She couldn't lie. She had been extraordinarily nervous walking into Witch country, but Dublin seemed to be mostly Fae and there had been no sign of Grunty anywhere--what a relief. She was even more anxious about leaving Banjo at the hotel and going off on her own. She wanted to go clubbing, of course, but she had thought finding a club without her bear bodyguard to make her feel safe would be like shooting an egg straight up the nose of a gorilla from about 20 metres away. Well, just as she had actually shot an egg up a gorilla's nose from a ridiculous distance, she also managed to find (with sheer luck) the small club not far from where the bear and bird were staying. And it had all been thanks to Twitter.

The tweet Jareth had posted had been the turning point. All previous thoughts of being hurt by witches were out the window as Kazooie had rushed to change into the nicest clothes she had brought. She made herself up, and then was out the door before you could say "Jiggy." She knew she would have to find the place which could (and did) take a couple of hours. But eventually, there she was, at The Hair of the Dog.

It was a small and dimly lit club, but colourful in its own right. With weres, fae, vampires, and yes, even witches, all interacting with each other, Kazooie expected chaos. But that wasn't how things were, it seemed, as everyone was having a good time. The lights were focused on the stage; many performers came and went through the night but none seemed to get the mood like Jareth. The bird had her eyes on the artist for the entire set--he was very attractive and his voice was charged with an energy that Zooie just couldn't place. When he had finished, she found herself extraordinarily disappointed by following acts, despite their talent.

Kazooie finished her drink as she watched the Fae singer leave out the side door for a breath of air. Alcohol was called liquid courage for a reason--and it was providing the bird with a bit too much. She stood up, slung her purse over her shoulder, and headed out the door to speak with Jareth, a spring in her step. There was not a concern in her mind about irritating the musician.

"Well, hello there," She said to him, a smile spreading across her face. "You were absolutely magnificent."

NOTES ;; ~[Zooie no what are you doing that is a FAMOUS PERSON]~
MOOD;; ~[Slightly cocky, sexually excited by the remnants of Blow]~
OUTFIT ;; ~[Click!]~
TAG ;; ~[Jareth King]~
LISTENING TO ;; ~[Black Sheep, Gin Wigmore]~
WORDS ;; ~[too many (approximately 650 I am so sorry)]~

[Jareth King]

WORD COUNT [ 316 ] MOOD [ amiable ] OUTFIT [ click! ] MUSIC [ ali's snoring ] TAG [ Kazooie ] NOTES [ i am a short mcshorterson i'm so sorry ;a; ]

Jareth's eyes rose as the shifter exited the bar, but his head did not. He did not incline it in greeting until she spoke to him, and that's when he truly got a good look at her – that's when he smiled. He recognized her from her profile picture; she was the woman from Twitter, the one who said she'd love to be “lucky”. And, he noted, she was much more attractive in person. The singer took a sip of his drink before replying. “Thank you, dear,” he practically cooed, what was almost a purr rumbling in his chest. His fingers fiddled with his cigarette. “I was almost worried when I didn't see anyone trying to subtly follow me. I suppose you're just sneakier than most.” He took one last, long drag, turned his head to exhale, then dropped the butt, crushing it under his heel. “It's a pleasure to see you, you know. I'd actually hoped you would come. You seem... bold.” The fact that she had followed him out of the bar only amplified that feeling. Truth be told, Jareth liked bold, as evidenced in the way his eyes gleamed when he said the word. People who were bold made the world that much more exciting to live in, and despite his calm, reserved nature, the goblin practically lived for excitement. Perhaps it was a vicarious sort of thing – he couldn't feel it himself, not really, not truly, so he relied on others' experiences to give him some semblance of it. The life he led helped that, in part. Musicians and singers never had a boring day. The fae offered out his now-free hand, hoping she didn't mind his long, glittery nails. “Jareth King. Though... I expect you know that.” He chuckled, softly. “And you're... Kassandra, was it? Or do you go by something else? My apologies.” post template by Tony

[Kazooie]

Kazooie winced. Every time her birth name was mentioned, it sounded like claws against a chalkboard, a horrendous, lifelong joke against her. Kassandra was a pretentious name for pretentious people who wouldn't be taken seriously if they said anything of importance. Of course, it was only natural that he knew her by that name and that name only--she had registered on twitter with her full real name. Like a tit. And it wasn't like her nicknames were any more likely to be taken seriously, but that didn't matter to the bird with a few drinks under her belt.

"You can call me Zooie, if you plan on keeping a name in mind, you smooth-talking, seductive little shit. I'm honestly flattered that you remembered me." Blah. That wasn't what she had wanted to say at all. It sounded self-deprecating; nobody likes self-deprecating, especially someone who had just called her bold. Also, it was kind of insulting. Whoops. Maybe she should switch tactics.

She moved closer to Jareth.

"Do people chase after you often?" The bird asked. "What with your celebrity status and all that comes with it, I'd have expected more security. Or do you perhaps keep it that way so you can have more fun in your life?" Her hand had found its way to his shoulder, making a few circles in the fabric of the shirt under his vest.

She hadn't really flirted with anyone in a while. Kazooie had taken a more passive role in the last encounter she'd had with someone of interest (if accidentally insulting someone could be considered passive), and before, she'd had a bit of a dry spell. Really, her list of people she'd successfully seduced was rather small to begin with, and it was generally due to her loud mouth that she'd had no success. When she had luck in the sheets, it was due to her silence. So why was she actively trying to flirt when she wasn't good at it?

Liquid courage and insatiable desire, that was why.

NOTES ;; ~[Zooie you're a try-hard chill the fuck out bruh]~
MOOD;; ~[Flirty]~
OUTFIT ;; ~[Click!]~
TAG ;; ~[Jareth King]~
LISTENING TO ;; ~[the madness that is Blackout]~
WORDS ;; ~[336]~