It's Swing Time~

[cipherspeak]

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.

Note: Open to everyone and their brother; tag around, have fun!

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[allthesamemask]

She'll let herself be tugged, then, the wrinkle in her forehead smoothing out. "That's practically not fair, then. A lot of the grown up women round here are shorter than me if they took off their heels."

But, well, bouncy castles. She can't really remember if she's ever been in one before.

[lowtohigh]

"You think?" She glances over her shoulder--and, for a moment, critically up at the older girl. Heights are harder to gauge while in the process of spurting, after all. "We've got a sound argument if they try to refuse to let you in, then, I think."

And some fairly skilled debaters with fairly terrifying guardians.

[allthesamemask]

In fairness, many of the Deck women aren't exactly above average where height is concerned. Leigh is inching past that at a startling rate.

"We'll just not tell them how old I am unless they ask," she decides. "They've not got a sign up about age or height restriction, so there's nothing to enforce, either."

[lowtohigh]

Well, then there's no question, is there. Time now, clearly, to start leaning on Leigh and undoing buckles on shoes, getting grass-stains on stockings before they actually hit the inflated things.

They'll be the oldest by a few years. That doesn't mean they won't have fun.