Laveau’s underground club returns with a Wizard-of-Oz spectacle along with drug-laced fog, emotional fireworks, and a very public family implosion.

LAVEAU, LA – The long-awaited reopening of The Vault, Laveau’s notorious subterranean nightclub, erupted Saturday night into a kaleidoscope of neon color, curated fog, and unrestrained revelry.

The event, themed after The Wizard of Oz, drew dozens of costumed locals through a yellow-brick-road-styled tunnel and straight into a chamber filled with red mist, pounding bass, and poppy-laden décor. Many attendees reported feeling its effects almost immediately.

A Party in Full Swing And Full Haze

Club owner Olivia “Liv” Jackson, painted head-to-toe in glossy green latex as the Wicked Witch, oversaw the evening while granting free drinks to anyone in costume. The atmosphere itself was intoxicating – quite literally. Multiple characters described “opium in the air” and “red mist” descending from above.

Early attendees hit the dancefloor hard. Clivia Sanko, dressed as a dark Dorothy, was reported “floating just a few inches above the ground” as ambrosia gummies took effect. “Colors are kinda… movin’ on their own,” she later said while other couples sprawled across the floor in various states of bliss – some dizzy, some clingy, all caught in the narcotic fog.

A Family Meltdown on the Yellow Brick Road

The night’s most dramatic moment came when Jordan Russo confronted Viktor Castillo and his son Theo, the latter dressed in a seductive, glitter-heeled Dorothy costume. Witnesses reported Russo shouting about Theo’s costume and accusing Viktor of “unmanning” Theo.

Theo fired back with theatrical venom: “I’m a Satanist and I’ll do whatever I want… This is MY outfit!”

Viktor, clad as a metal Tinman, further escalated tensions, calling Russo “an old has-been transphobic piece of trash.”

Jackson attempted to defuse the conflict with a firm decree: “You break it, you buy it. No guns.”

Russo eventually stormed out, later stating he needed to “drink himself into a coma” to forget the sight.

Dazed Dancers and Dizzy Revelers

Fog-induced confusion wasn’t limited to the family drama.

One patron, barely dressed as an accidental Dorothy, stumbled through the crowd, at one point crying out, “I feel weird… I’m going to be chopped up and fed to a pit bull!” before dissolving into giggles.

Yet another patron with her self-styled “Wizard of hOz,” seemed blissfully unaware of the drug-laden air, shouting “I love this song!” while abandoning cups, desserts, and occasionally her companion.

The Verdict: A Fever Dream in Poppies

By the end of the night, the fog thinned, the music thumped on, and dozens of Laveau locals staggered out into the humid Louisiana air – many still glitter-dusted, disoriented, and unsure what exactly they’d just experienced.

The Vault’s reopening was less a party and more a shared hallucination: a fever dream of Oz, leather, latex, and lingering smoke.

What is clear:
Laveau’s nightlife has officially reawakened – and it is utterly unhinged.