11:30pm, December 31st 2012.
The DJ at the party was still slinging his wheels of steel, keeping the party bumping and alive as the guests milled about, dancing, drinking and laughing. Various high profile guests dotted the room as caterers and other building staff filtered through the crowds. The funky sounds of Daft Punk echoed throughout and the bass could be heard thumping from the streets.
Daft Punk - Voyager : http://youtu.be/Dkik97YkiE0 <--Click to listen.
Isaac Hammond stands poised on a balcony overlooking central park from his penthouse suite as his guests enjoy the festivities inside. He is leaning against the rail, a cigarette held cooly in his lips. He can feel the heat radiating from inside, and enjoyed the cool december night air. From where he stands, he can hear parties going on everywhere, he can see people out and about, driving, walking, laughing. Looking to the southern horizon he can see the lights from the Times Square party dancing against the sky. An eerie low hanging fog was beginning to crawl in between buildings as if it was feeding on asphalt. He sets a sweating tumbler glass on the rail, ice clinking around as it swims through the whiskey and sour mix. He takes a drag off his cigarette and blows the smoke skyward as he glances upward, hypnotized by the glowing of the moon. Pondering the possibility of being able to see an object that far began to take over his mind. Hammond was full of curiosity.
Inside, the party keeps bumping. There are people dancing, people perched at the bar, people in his living room carrying on drunk philosophical discussions about everything from religion to the string theory. The more alcohol in their blood, the more of an expert everyone felt they were about everything. Isaac walked to the entrance into the main living area, reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a remote control. He aimed it at the ceiling inside and hit a button, shifting the ambient lighting to a soft orange glow, and cued the DJ to play something a little more chill to start winding the night down as it got closer to midnight.
Groove Armada - Inside my Mind [Blue Skies] : http://youtu.be/_2093VBJyWs <--Click to listen
His cellphone begins to ring in his pocket, he glances at the caller ID...It was Edward. He was pained to think of Ed being stuck in that rehab clinic on New Years. He was probably bored, and fidgeting, fighting back visions of whores and 8-balls tap dancing on his subconscious. He picked up the receiever and chatted his brother up while the guests enjoyed themselves inside.