Entertainment Weekly [Claire]

Cabel Sokot was planning something big.

Parties were good for a lot of things--celebrating, drinking, meeting new clients. But you didn't just throw an epic party by calling your close friends and telling them to bring their friends. You might get a dumb comedy movie, but not an epic party.

The cafeteria was deserted this time of night. Cabel was sitting on the char, rocking back on the edge precariously. His laptop was perched on his lap and he tapped at it with his left hand, an unlit cigarette in his right. Cabel didn't smoke, but he liked the feel of a cigarette between his fingers.

He needed entertainment for the party, something to get people talking, something to help the nervous ones unwind. The nervous ones made the best clients.

So Cabel had posted an add, online, and stuffed a few flyers in discrete areas of town. He was willing to pay big, but he wanted an interview first.

So he waited.

Cabel didn't hear anyone come in until the flyer was slammed on the table. He rocked back precariously with his arms flailing until he regained his balance.

The four legs of the chair slammed onto the ground and Cabel was up on his feet, one hand extended for a handshake and the other holding his laptop, and he grinned like he hadn't almost given himself a concussion.

"Good evening," he said, his voice booming in the empty cafeteria, so he lowered it. "My name is Cabel Sokot and I'm glad you found my flyer. I specialize in..."[/b[

He trailed off because what the hell did he specailize in? Saying he specialized in fun made him sound like he owned a chuck-e-cheeses. Saying he specailized in a good time made him sound like a prositute.

"Nights out," he finished. "And I'm looking to throw a bash. An awesome, awesome bash. So tell me, what can you bring to this bash to make it more awesome?

He said awesome way too many times in one sentence. Cabel was not good at talking to pretty girls.

She had a firm handshake. Cabel was impressed. He was sure firm handshakes meant something important, so he liked to have them.

"Controlling water?" Cabel tapped his fingers to his chin, thinking it over. "Can you make it into....shapes and stuff?"

He realized that was vague, so he flipped open his laptop screen, googling images of the casinos in Las Vegas with their water displays, and then just for the hell of it, he pulled up some ice sculptures.

"I think I like where this is going. What do you think--do you have something specific already planned?"

Maybe he should get a band, too. Get some kind of musical choreographed thing going. Cabel was wired, full of caffeine and energy. He wouldn't sleep tonight.

OOC: OMG I THOUGHT I RESPONDED IM SORRY

BiC:

Cabel nodded, tapping his foot off the floor. He dropped his hands and then paced for a moment. He couldn't help himself--he got like this in the middle of the night, wild, fired up like anything was possible.

"What I'm thinking is that maybe we should...I don't know. Get bright lights, so the water looks like it's different colors when you pass it through the lights, you know?" He was talking a mile a minute, gesticulating rapidly.

"Ever been to Vegas? or like a casino? Hang on I just found a video--but wait, what if....what if...Hmmm. Can you make the water shoot in the air like a volcano?"