#007 The Roaring Twenties

[hosting]

[It's that time of the month again! The Host Club is once more opening its doors for business, this time with a couple of new additions and a couple of losses... The ballroom has been completely transformed into a 1920s style speakeasy.

A few hosts are serving behind the bar, namely Allen, Maladict and Cole, all of them dressed in this bartender outfit. The rest of the hosts are dotted around the room dressed in this attractive outfit, complete with the hat. There are two notable exceptions to this - one of which is Haruhi, who is dressed in a flapper dress, and Tamaki who is dressed in a white suit.

There are tables for playing poker, chips provided, as well as three American Pool tables to have a go on. By the door, there are racks of dresses and suits in 1920s style, in case any of the guests wish to take part in the theme themselves - manning the racks is Delta, instructed to persuade the guests to take part and compliment them on their new look.

Come on and all and enjoy the club!]

[ooc: Please wait for the sections THE SECTIONS ARE UP - one for host club members to mingle and discuss the theme, and one for guests. Feel free to threadjack around in both sections, talk to your fellow hosts, your fellow guests, and everyone in beteween!]

Comments

[demontobeloved]

Well, I will admit that the dress shows off your curves.

Wear more stuff like that, and I'm sure all the boys will be jealous of the man who gets your hand.

[hostess]

Ehh --

[Haruhi jerks both hands up, palms out.]

I think I prefer my normal clothes, but it's nice of you to say, I guess.

[demontobeloved]

Hey, a plus side of this whole being good gig is that I mostly have to tell the truth.

[hostess]

Since when is being good a 'gig'?

[demontobeloved]

Since I decided to quit a century's worth of evil reputation.

[hostess]

[She sips her orange juice and tries not to look surprised.]

You were evil?

[demontobeloved]

Demon, remember?

[hostess]

This is Paradisa. I try not to assume anything.

[demontobeloved]

Good policy.

But, yeah, you're stood in front of one fully-fledged, upper-level demon.

[hostess]

And now you're working the bar at a host club.

[demontobeloved]

Yep. Funny multiverse, isn't it?

[hostess]

Apparently so.

[demontobeloved]

So, how'd you get roped into all of this?

[hostess]

I broke a vase.

[demontobeloved]

You broke a vase?

[hostess]

Mm. One that the host club owned. I work for them to pay them back the debt I owe.

[demontobeloved]

Couldn't you just buy them a new one?

[hostess]

If I could just afford to buy something that expensive, I wouldn't have agreed to work for them.

[demontobeloved]

Ah, so it was an expensive vase.

[Wait a minute]

I thought this Host Club was in a high school.

[hostess]

That's right. Ouran Academy is one of the richest and most prestigious schools in Japan. I got in on scholarship.

[demontobeloved]

...This suddenly explains everything.

[hostess]

About Tamaki-senpai, or the club itself?

[demontobeloved]

...Both.

Have you seen a real Host Club? ['cause they actually exist.]

[hostess]

I've read about them, but I've never actually seen them. Why?

[demontobeloved]

Well, they're not all... [he motions at Haruhi's dress]