InsaneJournal

Let's Party
Like a general inspecting his troops, Deion walked up and down the assembled staff for the party, who had formed a long line in front of him. With less than thirty minutes left before the first guests began arriving, he was, in his energetic and slightly manic way, completely in control. After all, he'd been hosting parties since... well, since the party was invented. By him.

"You're the best of the best," Deion reminded the men and women who hung on his words. "I personally selected each and every one of you because I believed that you would provide the absolute top-notch, unparalleled service that my guests have come to expect. Your job-- no, your mission tonight is to make them happy. And while nothing would please me more if you were happy at the same time, never forget that they're the guests."

Stopping every now and then, Deion reached out to staff members and adjusted uniforms. It was an odd scene, considering he had populated his platoon almost exclusively from Miami's finest and most accommodating modeling agencies and brothels and staff uniforms consisted of barely-there black bikinis and speedos. Deion tugged a strap here, adjusted a bulge there, wanting perfection.

"All right, people, you know your stations and you know your jobs. Let's make this a night to remember. At least until the good stuff kicks in."

The staff-- beautiful men and women, all of the temperament and personality that wouldn't send them running and screaming from one of Deion's parties-- shuffled off. Deion walked up to the closest bar and poured himself a vodka before surveying his current kingdom. It was a beachfront mansion, glamorous and secluded with gorgeous, but somewhat minimalist interiors. Deion figured the less furniture around, the less furniture that would get broken. Not that he cared too much, of course.

There were bar stations spread out across the house, on each of the rooftop spaces, in the beach house and cabana, and near the retractable floor that covered one of the tiered pools. The space boasted ten bedrooms, which Deion considered adequate for the party, since there were lots of other horizontal surfaces available. They were stocked with every conceivable form of alcohol and drug, there were boxes of all manner of party favors scattered around, raised platforms with poles would soon be danced upon by beautiful people of both sexes and various species (Deion did love inviting the 'mythical' creatures to his parties, since they got so little opportunity to go wild these days).

Leaning up against the bar, Deion smiled, lit a cigarette and waited for the debauchery to begin.