[event, open!] The Host with the Most!

The day of the festival had arrived. Guests from all over the globe it seemed were soon to be buzzing about the campus grounds, seeing just what all of SA had to offer. The forefront of such a display were the school clubs. Each member of the variety of organizations had put in commitment, planning and a personal flair to making themselves stand out.

And for the president of the host club, all of this was accomplished in less than a week.

Sure, it required a few sleepless nights. And the relinquishment of some rather choice parties. But if there was one thing he couldn't do was let down his members. He wasn't perfect, but his boys meant a lot to him. And this event would be the ultimate test of their teamwork. If all went well, all new members would be initiated and granted full-time membership. If not...

Well, that was negative talk. And there would be none of that!

Though they usually held meetings in the empty rooms, the festival committee had granted them the use of the ballroom. And thus far, everything was looking rather elegant. Tables, couches, and lounges were everywhere for the enjoyment of both the hosts and their guests. And by great fortune and graciousness, several cooks had aided in preparing fancy hors d'oeuvres, tiny cakes and a variety of tea for the brunch that was planned. Some classical music played from a hooked up sound system, quiet but enough to add to the atmosphere. And with the last place of a decoration, the stage was set. Five minutes until the doors were open for business.

The light of the approaching noon sub brightened the already cheery pastel yellow Blazers of the recently landed nephilim. He landed lightly next to his much shorter and much younger counterpart. While Jericho was in charge of leadership, Oliver found himself more often than not in charge of the money. And Jericho himself.

"How're those numbers looking?" Jericho asked, kneeling down to look at Oliver's notepad.

”Well... We've fit everything under the budget the school gave us.” He looked to him with a small smile, before scribbling some more down. ”And we have funds to spare! This really is a step up from serving our guests pizza rolls garnished with Siracha, huh?”

"Great! That's- hey! I worked hard on those!" While he would have further embellished upon his struggle of putting the perfect smiley face on them, a gentle nudge from his cohort towards the assembling group of young men. All decked out in the same uniform as him. A broad smile emerged on his face. Time to get this show on the road.

"Alright, Listen up! In just a few minutes, these doors will open and the guests are gonna come rolling in. After all of our rehearsals, this is it! You job is simple: show these ladies- and perhaps gentlemen- a good time. Now! Some of you may be roughed up a little. It isn't a host club session until somebody tries to take a snippet of your hair home as a souvenir... Or for other more... Nefarious purposes.." Jericho paused, before shaking his head and ultimately continuing. "But anyways, you fine specimens of what God can create, I want you all to have fun! And remember to give it your all!"

With that the doors swung open, as customers would come in. Jericho cleared his throat and adjusted his navy colored tie. Whoever came in would be in for quite the treat.​