houseofcards_rp | It's Swing Time~

It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out Elisha's motivation for organizing - or, honestly, delegating the organization of - a semi-formal dance party. Lucinda had suggested a ball, with stars in her eyes. She probably had already picked out ballgowns and themes in her head when Elisha had nixed the thing and - in a moment of desperation, with the memory of the swing-themed Fox wedding still in his head - suggest a Spring Swing, instead.

Everyone had run with it, and Elisha was pleased to say it had come out well. He was even more pleased to say that he didn't have to wear a suit, even if he stepped out into the lantern-lit gardens in everything but the tie. He paused near the raised dais provided for dancing and gave the small band the signal to start up the music before he attempted to fade back in the crowd. Not that that ever worked.

"Let the games begin," he murmured to no one in particular as he picked up a glass of champagne off a tray.

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...who is this. What has she done with his girlfriend.

There's a firm squeeze as he nods, pulls her a little closer along. "Ain't gonna push, but-- everything good, Ri?"

"I'm just..." she lets her head sink onto his shoulder. "It's my last month with the kids. Before I... quit. That's all."

Ah. Time to smile and hum and bump her hip lightly with his. "Gotcha. C'mon. Drinking time."

She'll hop up on a barstool, pulling her dress down over her garter before ordering a drink. "What're you thinking about staying, then? After this summer?"

"'bout staying here?" His lips pull sideways just a little, fingers drumming against the bar as he leans without properly sitting. "It's-- a little harder 'n I thought it would be. Still don't want to get the folks over-excited about the idea, y'know?"

"M'not-- I'm not trying t'be over-excited," she claims hastily. "Take your time, okay? Make the right decision for you. Just... just I was wondering, I guess. That's all. Promise."

"...babe." His fingers reach for hers, tug them away from the glass to bring up to his lips. "I know what's right for me. It's just a matter of gettin' everything lined up properly."

She smiles a little, squeezing his hand. "Okay. I got it. Promise. ...y'need any help with anything? You know I'm here for you."

There's his smile. Maybe he can chase it with a happy little kiss. "I know. You just-- keep me sane while I organize this ungodly amount'a paperwork, nn? Keep me... focused on how super worth it this is gonna be."

"S'gonna be super worth it because we could have sex, like, every day," she says, barely containing her laughter as she flips her hair.

Okay, not really containing her laughter at all.

"A very valid selling-point, madam," he laughs in return, fingers squeezing hers tight. "I'd've led with 'waking up next to you every day,' but. About the same, right?"

Just look at the grin she gets on her face at that. "That's because you're an experienced romantic and I'm just getting started. Not fair."

"So 'm teaching you, yeah?" With, clearly, more kisses for that beautiful of a smile.

Mmm. Her fingers go up to his hair as she leans in happily. "I miss you... all the time. Whenever I don't see you," she murmurs. "I mean, it makes seeing each other a little nicer, but not by much. I'm just... all of me is just waiting for summer to start."

"...May's half over, nn? We're almost there." After, of course, he vanished briefly for finals. Got paperwork more completely finished up.

"Yeah," she whispers, nodding. "It'll be... bittersweet."

A pause, and then she changes the subject. "Hey, look. Can I get you a 'coming-home' present, or is that weird?"

He wants to ask why. He wants to ask what's bitter about nearly being in a constant state of seeing one another.

But he's meant to be distracting her from herself. "I mean, 'f you want. It's not weird, but it ain't like you have to."

"I really want to. I mean- I have a good idea, and... I'm a little too excited about it to wait for your birthday, you know?"

"Welcome-home present, then. Perfectly legit." And, finishing off his own drink, he stands up more properly. "C'mon. You owe me a dance."

"Are you even man enough for me?" she asks with a laugh. "I can do some pretty crazy flips."

"You talkin' smack to the guy who's gotta catch you comin' down from your aerials, girly girl?" Because, of course, there's no way in hell with won't be showboat dancing.

"What're you gonna do about it?" she teases. Because she knows he won't let her crash and burn, of all people.

There's a pause of consideration before he shrugs. "Laugh when you look ridiculous."

Or, well. Catch her literally every time she so much as stumbled. Whichever.

Gasp. Such a dramatic gasp. "You think I'm going to look ridiculous? I'm hurt."

"Jumpin' without a spotter? Yeah. A little." But, you know.

King of looking ridiculous right here.

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