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All things must end, good and bad alike, and I am of the opinion that there are very few things which are wholly one or the other.

I've enjoyed my holiday here, all in all.

Whether you've a mind to celebrate or to mourn, I invite you to stop by the Wolf's Den this evening. As I can't take it with me, it seems fitting to clear the place out. The effective end of the world seems an appropriate occasion for a party.

Those who remain are welcome to fight over its bones, once I've gone.

[ OPEN ACTION || MINGLE || PARTY AT THE END OF THE WORLD ]

[There are no decorations, there is not time for that, and really, that sort of frill has never been Isaak's style. The place is lively, though; music is playing, people are mingling.

The prospect of an open bar always brings people out of the woodwork, and really, who wants to be alone at a moment like this?]

[ooc: WHATEVER THE WORLD NEEDS MORE PARTY LOGS RIGHT? This is a big ol' mingle, I'm turning off notifs but will give Isaak a thread below. Feel free to tag as you will for as long as you like to backdate last-minute party shenanigans. Whether you know Isaak or not. I WILL MISS YOU POLY.]

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[Curt is drinking a drink with a tiny umbrella. Actually, Curt is drinking a drink with several tiny umbrellas, and there is a tiny umbrella in his hair and if anyone looks down, several stuck in the eyelets of his shoes, because Curt has been stealing all of the tiny umbrellas tonight, for no particular reason. He's not totally sure if he's celebrating or not--it's not like he wanted to be trapped in the City forever, but he's not sure if he really wants to go home either. He's only been back in the City for such a short time. Well, he'll make the best of the time that's left and part of that is checking out the gay bar, and everyone in it. Hey.]

[Well hey there.]

Making an enthusiastic effort, I see.

It's the last night I'll be here. I feel like it should be a memorable one since this time I'll actually be able to remember when I leave.

[Curt pauses to think for a second.]

So I guess I should try to make sure I actually am able to remember it in the morning.

You've not gone too far for that already?

[He gestures, with absolutely no disapproval, at the umbrellas. All of the umbrellas. That's a lot, Curt, you can understand how he might get the wrong idea.]

[Curt cocks his head to the side for a second and then grins.]

I didn't actually drink this many drinks.

Ah. Using up the garnish.

[He shrugs, easy and amused.]

Just as well.

Yeah, why not? Out of any night, tonight's the night to go overboard, before they draw the curtains closed and kick us out.

That is the idea. Provided no one tries to wreck the place. [He smiles.] I am rather fond of it, I'll admit.

Oh yeah?

There are worse ways to pass one's time than flirting with strangers for a living.

That's for sure. So you're the owner, then? It's a nice place. Wish I'd gotten to see more of it.

Isaak, [He affirms, as an introduction. Isaak, who owns the place, for at least a little while longer.] Perhaps I've been lax in promoting it lately.

I'm Curt--I know I talked to you briefly, but we never got around to introductions. I haven't been in the City that long, this time around and last time I was here it wasn't open yet. I feel like I've barely gotten settled back in and now--well, it'll be a new adventure.

The bar didn't quite make it to a year, sadly. [Ah, well.] Where are you headed from here?

I have no idea. At first I thought I'd just go home, but...[Curt makes a face.] It would be weird to just go home with all of these memories. I think I'd rather travel the universe a bit more.

There's a certain appeal to that idea.

I've got friends at home but I'm young and single. There's not all that much calling me back. That and I don't really want to risk falling back into old habits.

Sometimes a change is the best thing for it.

[Isaak is not young, and most of his friends, really, are associates. The number of people who know him well is ever dwindling.]

It is rather a pity we never met sooner.

I think it is. [Curt smiles. It's almost a smirk.] But we have met, and without the City that probably would never have happened.

I expect it wouldn't have,

[he agrees, matching the grin. And after a moment-- just long enough not to be wholly untoward--]

Care to make your last evening memorable?

[It's worth a shot, and who the hell knows what's coming for him after the City. They may as well enjoy it while they can, eh?]

[It is, of course, nearly impossible to be untoward towards Curt.]

What do you have in mind?

[He assumes it's something that running along the same lines as what he has in mind.]

[That, really, is a quality Isaak has grown to appreciate greatly in others.]

Would you like to see my office?

[It is furnished, among other things, with a spacious and comfortable sofa.]

[Curt's voice drops, lower and rougher.]

I would love to see your office.

[It's always a pleasure when two individuals are on the same page.

Without further preamble he stands and heads for the back, smiling, trusting the younger man will follow.]

[Curt follows happily, trailing tiny umbrellas in his wake. He has a vague sense that they are not the sexiest thing to remove from a person in the heat of the moment and is hoping to get rid of most of them. And he's going to try to finish off the rest of his drink.]

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