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

[intotherough]

"Absolutely. I'd never deny either of those things."

Just as he would never awkwardly shake. Certainly not when he can bend gracefully over her knuckles and give her a steady look out of gleaming brown eyes.

"As you wish."

[butneverbreak]

Yes. Just like that. With those eyes just like that is how he should go break hearts. She'd applaud him if she didn't have to go get herself a drink and find another dance partner.

Just have to show up on Monday to let him know. And have a drink. And steal a dance. And maybe flirt despite no one important being there to see.