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Scrawled on a black invitation in beautiful, gold coloured handwritten calligraphy is the date and time of the party, as well as one of Vena's addresses. Beautiful waterfront property just outside of a nearby city. The time on the invitation is listed as 8PM. Vena's attempt to accommodate any guests who may not be able to face the sun. Vena has a preference for nighttime anyway.

The home, itself, sits on a large piece of land with a well manicured and expansive garden on one side, and the harbour on the other. Inside, the home is very open, with plenty of space for party goers to lounge, and plenty of rooms for them to disappear into. There are only two bedrooms closed to the guests: Vena's own and one that that he keeps for his partner. There are floor to ceiling windows that look out over the large deck (where there's ample seating and a fire pit that will have a fire burning all night) and the harbour.

The decor and furnishings, themselves, are all dark shades (and not all white like in the picture!) of varying colours. Greys, blues, reds, and black, of course, with gold and silver accents and the occasional white showing up in a variety of places to break up the darkness.

There is a vast array of finger foods and an open bar, as well as a chef in the kitchen should anyone desire something a little more substantial to eat. He may even have a few humans set aside who are willing to be fed on, should that be what someone wants. Well, more like they're willing to do anything Vena asks, but to Vena, it's all the same thing.

As for the actual guests, an invite has gone out to anyone who isn't human, from demons to mythical creatures and everything in between. That isn't to say that humans aren't permitted (as more than snacks and servants) because they are, but as a +1. They must have something not human to accompany them, who will then be responsible for them for the evening. Don't let you humans get out of hand and ruin it for everyone else. The dress code is semi-formal and the colours are black and gold, just like the invitation.

Vena, himself, is dressed a little more than usual, with a few pieces of gold jewelry and some simple black around his eyes to fit his chosen colour scheme.

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Oh, the face he makes is so disgusted it's comical.

"You are not going to be my mom!"

Oh the laugh that Jaeseok is holding back. The effort it's taking is nothing short of herculean. He looks off into the middle distance, as though lost deep in thought for a moment as he considers what Kun-woo is saying. Then he gives a short, quick nod of his head.

"You're right. I've got no vampire in me - though that'll change later if I'm lucky - so I had no hand in your rebirth. Which means I'd be your step-mom."

EW, ew, ew! Please, Kun-woo does not want to think about his best friend and his sire having sex. GROSS!

"I didn't think I could still throw up."

Jaeseok just made some implications that could've meant anything. Kun-woo is the one who made it about sex! Jaeseok's comment was perfectly innocent before it got all twisted up into something dirty by his best friend!

(Don't believe his lies. He obviously meant it exactly how it sounded.)

"We're learning so much about you today. Things like apparently you can still throw up and that you don't want me to be happy! Which is a really shocking revelation. As my best friend, I thought you always just wanted me to be happy. Turns out that's not the case at all, or else you'd let me fuck your dad." He struggles getting through that last part with a straight face. "Hm I wonder if it's possible for me to be turned into a vampire too. Dad can make me his while he makes me his, you know?"

Okay, okay. That's it. He's done. He will stop torturing his friend. Probably.

Please do not ignore the dramatic gagging. It's very important! But once Kun-woo recovers from his hysterics, he fixes Jaeseok with something close to a serious look.

"Two things. First, you are my best friend and I do want you to be happy." Just, preferably with someone who isn't his sire. "Second, he'd be the one fucking you, I'm sure of it!"

And now he wants to drink a liter of bleach, thanks.

Jaeseok is going to ignore the dramatic gagging specifically. If he doesn't ignore it, then he might start gagging too and then it'll be this whole thing and no one wants that. Holding his hand up to block Kun-woo's face from view, he pointedly also looks entirely in the other direction.

"Okay, okay. Put the serious face away. I know that you want me to be happy. Relax. It was just a joke." Kun-woo is one of few people in his life who he feels makes it clear pretty much every day that all he wants is for Jaeseok to be happy.

"But also..." Letting his hand fall, he cranes his neck and stands on his toes to once more look at Yesung over the crowd, then turns back to Kun-woo. "Seriously? Should we go and ask him if you're right?"