The Mentor
One of the (NPC) members of the Liberty Concord had arranged a party. A simple one, really. Booze, women, dancing, music, a disco ball, a band... It was loud, it was vibrant, it was AWESOME!
In this penthouse suite within the Concord HQ, NPCs and PCs alike were dancing, grinding, hopping, singing to the music, drinking, socializing and just all about having a good time.
Everyone had been invited. Every member of the Liberty Concord was free to come and have fun. That was what parties were for right?
On the sides of the expansive suite's large main room were bedrooms, custom tailored and meant to mute the music in those rooms, and mute the sounds from those rooms from filtering into the main one. They were reserved for people who wanted a bit of... Privacy.
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Josh DragonsFlame wasn't a party person. He wasn't one to go to clubs, or party bars, or anything of the like. So to say this was unfamiliar to him was an understatement. But he wanted to make it known to the Liberty Concord that he was a loyal member, and a friend. They had given him kindness, he would show it in return. So he made himself open to talk to, sitting at the bar with his hood off, his long blonde hair straightened and neat, his brilliant brown eyes shining in the lights of the party fever. He sipped a drink, always wary and checking each one for foreign substances. He watched this party with an amused smirk on his face.
In this penthouse suite within the Concord HQ, NPCs and PCs alike were dancing, grinding, hopping, singing to the music, drinking, socializing and just all about having a good time.
Everyone had been invited. Every member of the Liberty Concord was free to come and have fun. That was what parties were for right?
On the sides of the expansive suite's large main room were bedrooms, custom tailored and meant to mute the music in those rooms, and mute the sounds from those rooms from filtering into the main one. They were reserved for people who wanted a bit of... Privacy.
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Josh DragonsFlame wasn't a party person. He wasn't one to go to clubs, or party bars, or anything of the like. So to say this was unfamiliar to him was an understatement. But he wanted to make it known to the Liberty Concord that he was a loyal member, and a friend. They had given him kindness, he would show it in return. So he made himself open to talk to, sitting at the bar with his hood off, his long blonde hair straightened and neat, his brilliant brown eyes shining in the lights of the party fever. He sipped a drink, always wary and checking each one for foreign substances. He watched this party with an amused smirk on his face.