High Life Party [Kimura]

Yet another one of the large and luxurious parties hosted by Kimura Kyoryoku, as expected for a summer weekend in Tokyo. That's what he was known for, among the other equal parts to his fame. Although everyone knows exactly who hosts it, its ran under the name of their faction, aiming to increase their already substantial presence. The more that people enjoy their parties, the more support they have in the future to further their ambitions. That's how it'd been working since the last ten years, continue to recruit through wild and outlandish events. Tonight was absolutely no different from any of those other parties.

It's also more than expected that people from within the Royals attend, for the sake of solidarity. Most of these people had already entered their domain under the pretense of enjoying the festivities. Not like it was enforced for them to come, just another arbitrary sign of fraternity within their ranks. Always encourage to be here, invited without any cover charge to be asked of them. Not like they were really losing money on drinks poured. They'd lose more money on any digimon-based incidents than any involving alcohol. That's why bouncers warn for digimon above 20kg are to be kept in a specific room.

Of course, you could always ignore these rules, it was dark enough to really not pay attention to some of them. Depends on if you want to risk the consequences of being where all the 'normal' people were while you had your extraordinary partner tag along. Nothing also stops any of the tamers from entering the digimon-only section, they weren't exactly cruel; Just cautionary. May not find as many people, but it could still be considered an enjoyable time. Really asks the question of what you value more: the reality many others experience or the one you've been selected for?

Either way, the inside of the dancehall was crowded with people, many of them dancing with their friends or simply doing what they want. Such was the joy of drugs and alcohol, you take yourself to another dimension where the human state is altered. Similarly was Kimura Kyoryoku who was also enjoying himself among the others that may or may not have drank a little too much tonight. What did you expect him to do, keep his composure and just stay away from the lifestyle he built? No, he was very much a part of the madness that ensued as the DJ continued to spin records. There were no plans on stopping any time soon, so may as well have fun while you can.

"YEAH BABY!
UH, MEMBERS ONLY, BABY!
I'M WITH RYAN SANTAN IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN' BOOTH!"

And there it was, one of the more entertaining events of the night. You could hear quite a few people losing their minds as the hype continued to build as the lyrics and sound entered their heads. This also lead to people pushing and shoving each other out of the way to create a 'pit', if you will. Grown men and women literally pulling each other away from a certain place in order to create their circular divide on the dance floor, barred by their arms from entering. All in preparation for a certain point where the entire purpose would explode into its fullblown lunacy. Such actions were even encouraged by the despot of the Royals; He, himself, could be seen on the edge, trying to widen the berth of their 'pit'.

"YEAH BABY!
I GOT BLOOD ON MY BOOTS, BABY!
YEAH BABY!"

As the tension continued to build, so did people continue to push and pull each other to expand this area as much as humanly possible. There would always be those people who were genuinely disgusted by the display, but it's not like they were required to join in. Unless they were pulled it by the sheer force of the collison that was about to occur, some people finding it hard to hold the line with that much physical energy bouncing back and forth. They were just biding time, people coming and going in the decision of who was to invite themselves into what was ultimately a little game for all involved. This, ladies and gentleman, was quite a normal occassion for all involved; It's not like they haven't seen a moshpit before. This one was a bit grand for the party, but that's probably because it was just the start of the night.

Preparations were almost done, now it was left to wait for the bass to fully kick off. Once that happened, people would feel the need to fling their bodies straight through one another. The thrill of physical exertion, ultimately numbed by an 'antidote' of your choice. Honestly made you feel physically invulnerable, doing stunts that you wouldn't dare sober sometimes. Like what this one degenerate did, literally flopping into the crowd and toppling a few people without any fair warnings. Yeah, like that wouldn't piss off a couple of people tonight.

One of them had been the leader himself, which seemed as though it was his aim, seeing as a greeting was exchanged. Nice to know that his faction members can recognize him, but maybe this one should have a little more respect for him and the rest of the people here. It's your choice to have no respect for your body, but a bit of a dick move to have that same amount for other people. Of course, it's not like Kimura would get mad-- there were much better things to do than that. Besides, he was already helping him up, keeping hold of the tall foreigners hand as pushed himself to his feet.

"YEAH BABY!
THROW THAT ASS BACKWARDS ON A TRICYCLE, BABY!
YEAH!"

And there it was, the moment everyone was waiting for. There's a reason the liege of madness held onto his hand, which became easily revealed the second the next few lyrics were blasted out from the speakers. For the few seconds before, it all looked like he was just shaking his hand and returning the greeting; Something quite a few members felt special receiving. These days, their organization was far too big for him to recognize every face that walked through the doors on their personal invite. There was a person whose job was to ask all these people to come, there were better things on Kimura's mind when it came to these parties.

"FUCKED UP! FUCKED UP!
FUCKED UP! FUCKED UP!"

Once those words were shouted through the intense bass, the room felt like a localized earthquake. The vibrations of the music just caused your body to shake, along with the frenetic energy of people rushing into the 'pit'. It was a little unusual that the King wouldn't yet involve himself, but like we said earlier: there's a reason for that. He would turn on the ball of his foot and take a step back, extending his arm in the process. With a quick whip of his shoulder, Kimura would swiftly make Hyde enter the mosh. With the unexpected trade of force, he'd probably have pushed him in pretty far, possibly bowling over a few people by using his lanky body.

Kimura joined right after, enjoying the chaos he was creating with his body and anyone else's. Getting in the way wasn't a good choice of action, especially if you weren't ready for it. Many just jumped in without much of a clear idea of what they were doing, but that wasn't important in the slightest. The important thing was having fun, which was exactly how he felt about the whole thing. He had fun pushing in the foreigner and had fun fighting his way to the middle, bashing other with his forearms or shoulders, getting them right out of his way and gaining further momentum through everyone else's movements.