This ain't a party, get off the dance floor.

[hasgreatparties]

The floor was busy, and there was an overwhelming beat, it made it hard for him to hear anyone speaking. He didn't need to hear anyone's voices, though, the movement of bodies against one another was enough for him. The combination of alcohol and drugs made every touch like fire to his skin. He had decided that he was going to at least bring one of these people home with hi, though he hadn't decided who, yet. He was sure by the end of the night, he would figure it out. The man he had been dancing with decided to pull Caligula in for a sloppy, drunken kiss. And that was when he decided that maybe it was time to remove himself from the dance floor. At least for a little bit. Just long enough to relax and get another drink.

He moved himself to the bar, and shifted his weight onto one of the stools. It was round, and had an amber color to it. The bartender, attractive by his standards, approached him for a drink. He decided to have something light, so a coke and rum was his choice. It defeated the purpose of "cooling off" if he had something strong. With a drink in his hand, he chose to watch the people, now. He enjoyed this almost as much as dancing.

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[maylilamckenna.livejournal.com]

"I work night shifts. No-one thinks it odd if I sleep all day," Lila quipped with a grin. It was true. For the most part, Lila worked ungodly hours in the hotel's laundry getting the linens cleaned for the morning housekeeping rounds. Sometimes she worked night on the front desk when little was going on. Daddy even let her start arranging some of the night time events and charities hosted by the hotel. Sometimes they used her in the restaurant to pad out the waitresses on the floor. But, for the most part, it was nights and that time of day that was too late to be morning, but still too early to be night.

[hasgreatparties.livejournal.com]

"I work afternoons," Cal offered. He couldn't imagine himself waking up before noon. Especially after long nights out. "I have someone to do a lot of the work for me. Makes it easy to meet up again, though." He actually only appeared at work if he was needed o called in for it. "What do you do?" he asked, unable to resist being curious about what she did that allowed her to sleep in all day and stay up at night.

[maylilamckenna.livejournal.com]

"I work at my dad's hotel. Nothing specific, just wherever some extra help is needed," Lila informed. "It's a family business, so I want to learn as much as I can before I have to run the show. What about you, hm? What do you do?"

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"Real estate," He said rather simply. Not that it totally explained what he did, but what he did he thought of as boring. "And same, family business."

[maylilamckenna.livejournal.com]

"Oh, how's that going in this economy? I understand the housing market's crash took quite a toll in other areas of real estate." Not that Lila really wanted to talk business, but she did want to show she wasn't ignorant about the field all together.

[hasgreatparties.livejournal.com]

"Surprisingly good. We own apartments so we can't really go wrong," Caligula pointed out. He wasn't good at discussing business anyway. Other people mostly handled the affairs.

[maylilamckenna.livejournal.com]

"Oh," she quipped, brows up and nodding. "That's smart. It's really a landlord's market these days."

[hasgreatparties.livejournal.com]

He smiled, nodded, and raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't matter, though. Business is boring. I mean, work is work. This is a time for socializing. Partying." He did love parties.