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[OTA] A lovely night

It's a bit impromptu but anyone wandering by the Green on this warm evening will find it lit by fairy lights everywhere and a few Deck musicians have set up in one corner and are taking requests.

And right out in the middle of things, Elani can be found dancing with anyone who offers.

[ooc: yes, blame Dancing with the Stars. And Qi. But anyway...come out and dance! With Elani...or otherwise. :)]

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"Dude, I love you like a brother, but I'm not going to tango with you. S'just not happening."

"Oh, Ry. Who said anything about the tango?" Head-butt. "This is the salsa."

"Ev, if I can't tell the difference, why would you make me dance to it?" Knuckle to the ribs.

Ow. Squirm and arm-pinch. "Because I love you. And want you to be a well-rounded person."

Nose-wrinkle and rubs pinched spot. Steps on foot. "I'm very well rounded. More so than some."

"Ow." Why the feet, Rylan. Why such a bitch move while there could be dancing. Time now for arms around the other man's shoulders and clinging from behind. Like a child? Yes. "Not 'f you haven't mastered the oldest art of gentleman-ing."

"I am not dancing, Ev. I'm sucktastic at it, and I'm aware. I'm perfectly fine with watching you and Elani light it up." Drops his arms down and reaches back to tickle at the ribs behind him.

"But--" A huffed breath as he squirms. "--'lani is busy. And this is a growth opportunity."

"Evan, talking about growth when you're clinging to me from behind is a very thin-ice subject." He had to chuckle, fingers still finding ticklish spots.

"Who started the tickling, sir. Who."

"You expect me to refute that fact? Hell no, Evan." And he turned, working to get a better angle at the aforementioned tickling.

The unfair thing about tickling is that the laughter is unconscious. "F-fuck, if you'd-- put half the effort into dancing you are into this, Ry--"

"This? This ain't no thang, Ev." *tickle tickle tickle* Fingers find those places that make him squirm, grinning widely.

"Bastard." Hard to take seriously while squirming and gasping for air, perhaps.

He wouldn't take it seriously even if there was no giggling and grinning. "Who's the man, Evan? C'mon. Say it."

Snort. But also laugh. It's complicated. "Not you. What with you being an ass."

"What was that? I couldn't hear that..." He grins, moving around to get that spot right over the knee. "I'm what?"

"Sonnuva bitch, is what." Who might get kneed in the face if he isn't careful.

"That's my mom you're talking 'bout, Evan," he continued with the attack, finding tickling much more preferable to dancing.

Oh, if he wants war.

Evan's happy to sweep the legs and go for the chokehold.

Oh, it's on.

He gets the legs, but there's an elbow in the way of your chokehold Evan. And guess who's toppling to the ground with him? Hmm? Yeah, you. That's who.

"Oof--" That's fine. This isn't an elegant place to grapple, but Evan's always game.

Time to go for the elbow to the gut, then.

"Hnf--" And there goes all the air in his lungs. Way to go, Ev. He's retaliating, of course, by trying to roll you over onto your belly. Submit!

Never surrender! Only squirming and laughing.

And retaliatory tickling.

And flailing. All the flailing. But never-ending tickling as well.

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