Happy Birthday, Roger Motherfucking Davis

[make_creation]

Mark wasn't shocked by many things, but the speed and efficiency with which Angua pulled a party together was a thing of wonder. There were lists and orders and locations and food and drink...enough things to make his Boho head spin. Mark's idea of a party (and Roger's too, he was sure) consisted of some booze and some weed, some good music and an

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[spirited_hero]

[mentalistjane]

All right, so Patrick had gone to the bar for the pure perverse reason that he wanted to see if he could slip past it's shot-gun toting owner. He was bored, it was a Tuesday, he would not be denied!

Funnily enough, he got in just fine. Apparently Dean Winchester was down in a private party for one Roger Davis. No one was getting in if they weren't on the list.

Ergo, challenge accepted.

He sauntered over to the door like he belonged there, putting on his best confused face, "Oh, god, I am all turned around. This is where Roger is having his party, right?"

[spirited_hero]

[mentalistjane]

Patrick beamed at the young man, in his best, 'Hurrah, someone competent to help me' smile. He folded his arms behind him, "That's -- listen, are you the bouncer here?"

[one__song]

It was a fucking party, alright.

There was no luring under false pretenses, no jumping out and saying surprise, simply one hell of a descend down a shitload of stairs, and an underground party that reminded Roger a whole fuckton of home. Roger had never actually been downstairs before, but he was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to look like that: bottles littering the counters, chairs covered in abstract fabrics... and he smiled.

"Fuck yeah," he said to himself, and made himself comfortable next to his albino ex-lover.

[weary_head]

"The hell are you grinning at?" Dean asked him, leaning a hip hard against Roger's chair. "You'd think it was your fucking birthday or something."

[one__song]

"Fucking is the only thing that's missing," Roger murmured happily, leaning his shoulder against the weight of Dean's body. "Look at this place! It looks like... a fancier version of my loft at home!" He laughed, looking up at his best friend. "So yeah. All that's missing is the fucking."

[weary_head]

"I hope you're not counting on me," Dean grunted, "unless it's to hook you up with someone."

He did feel a little bad, not having secured anyone to jump out of a cake for Roger. That was sort of how he'd envisioned the night going, and then Sam had disappeared, taking most of Dean's drive with him. "To add to that, if I'm pimping tonight I want a hat."

[poison_lipstick]

Roger's birthday party was the first to be held at the Speakeasy, the first of what would hopefully become many private celebrations at The Catscratch Club's exclusive underground room. Saffron was pleased with how the room had turned out, furnished nicely by the since departed John Amsterdam, and done up in muted colors that enhanced the smoky, sensual atmosphere.

Saffron was dancing later that night, and so was dressed accordingly. She was still keeping an eye on the goings on of the club proper, doing her job as always, but she wasn't about to let the night pass by without a trip down to the Speakeasy to wish Roger a happy birthday and to make sure the room's inaugural party was going well. Which, by the looks of things, it was.

[priorlives]

Prior and Roger had been together for quite a while, long enough for silly confessions, at least, and one of Roger's had been that his first crush was Debbie Harry. Upon hearing this, Prior had immediately struck into a terrible falsetto of "Call Me," at which point the confession was forgotten because Roger decided to distract him from the mockery with other things.

However, Prior hadn't forgotten, and though even things between him and Roger were still... well, awkward (given how their relationship had ended, and Prior now being with Mark), he wasn't one to pass up the opportunity for a good show, especially since he'd been feeling good lately and it had been a while since he'd been in drag.

Which was why he emerged on stage wearing skin-tight gold pants, a black sweat, thigh-high black vinyl boots, a black collar, a bleached-blonde wig, and half of his Clinique collection on his face. In fact, he was nearly the spitting image of Debbie Harry - assuming that you gave him a bit of a handicap for being a dude

[make_creation]

Mark let loose a round of applause after Prior's performance and made his way over to see him. He hadn't been there for the preparation thanks to doing everything Angua wanted. He was kind of glad. The performance was a hundred times better since he hadn't been backstage.

"That was great," he proclaimed. "You outdid yourself."

[priorlives]

Prior beamed at Mark and wrapped his arms loosely around his waist. "Thank you, honey. I thought maybe you wouldn't recognize me. I don't suppose you had a crush on Miss Debbie too?"

[make_creation]

"No...I liked Joan Jett. I guess I should have known all along I had a weakness for lesbians," he laughed.

[spd_green]

If Bridge were honest (and he usually was) he liked hanging out with Roger during work hours and closing time more than any other time. There was always something going on, and something going on here too, but it felt kind of special and confined when it was just the two of them at the bar.

A party was a party though, and Bridge would enjoy himself thoroughly because he knew that would be what Roger'd want him to do. He'd never be one of the dancers at the club, but he was a lot more flexible than people would probably give him credit for.

[heartless_sob]

Castiel stared, unabashed, at the man as he danced. Or at least, that was what Castiel assumed it was. There were moves, most of which he would never dream of trying to reenact.

[spd_green]

Bridge was being watched. It was one of those things you were trained to notice when you were a Ranger. Also, it was a party. There were people everywhere looking around.

But he didn't let it distract him, until he decided to throw a flip into his routine. Flying backwards, Bridge landed on his hands, feet in the air facing the confused looking man. Once he had his balance, he lifted one hand off the ground to wave quickly, then return it to the ground. "Hi."

[heartless_sob]

Castiel blinked, a surprised sort of look on his face at the upside down man.

"Hi," he returned, ignoring the urge to tilt his head to the side.