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!

Comments

[the_songbird]

"I had help, you know."

But she's also already following him, it's sort of an ingrained response, really.

"But thank you, Brother. And I'm glad you made it." Not that there was really any question.

[bluntforces]

"Woudln'ta missed it, Elani. Really."

She's getting spun whether she likes it or not. This is the way of their family's conversations anyway.

"You promise you been enjoyin' yourself? Not just running around keeping everyone correct?"

[the_songbird]

Of course she likes it. Even if it does make a bit giddy and giggly. Maybe because it does. Whichever.

"Cross my heart. I might actually be all danced out after this is over with."

Well. For a day, maybe.

[bluntforces]

Oh, gasp. Absolutely gasp, madam.

"Elani Claire Deirdre McCartney, how can you even think that?"

[the_songbird]

"I don't know," she laughs breezily, "it must be the champagne."

But that doesn't seem to be interfering with her dance steps any.

[bluntforces]

"You been gettin' tipsy? 'm tellin' Mom." Or maybe he was going to give her a toss up into a low aerial.

Probably the second one.

[the_songbird]

"She's here," Elani laughs when she comes back down. "We can both tell on each other for that."

[bluntforces]

"Tattle-tale." Tattle-tale still getting swung around to the beat of the music. "We'll have t' wait until she and Dad are done makin' us both look like amateurs, I'm guessing."

[the_songbird]

"Figure that won't be for another twenty or thirty years probably."

But they can at least give their parents a run for their metaphorical money.

[bluntforces]

Laughing is hardly a rare thing, but it still feels good to do. "Ain't stoppin' us trying, I hope."