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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[wouldbetrump]

"Right, because that won't look quite so silly- me tapping away at the walls." He mused, shaking his head slowly before he chuckled lightly. "But you know, I'll figure out the backdoors eventually.

"Right, right. If I could not live in the Castle I would, but I do think that looks a bit awkward." He said, laughing a bit before shaking his head. "Have you told Amy your news yet?"

[cutslikeaspade]

"It'd look prudent, all things considered," Ethan replied easily, eyebrow quirking. "God knows what sort of weirdness still lurks in that office." But anyway.

"Not yet, no. I haven't told anyone, really. The gossip chain seems to be taking care of that little chore for me." He gave a shrug, followed by a sip. "Not that I'd prance around shouting it to the rafters, in any case."

[wouldbetrump]

"Right, right. Well maybe I'll get to it eventually." But not now. There wasn't just reason to get to it just this moment, after all. "And you should tell people, they get awfully offended when you don't, you know."

At least that was what he was told.

"Been dancing yet?"

[cutslikeaspade]

Ethan snorted. "They'll get over it. Eventually." He'd figured Katya's shocking announcement had been notification enough; it wasn't his fault people hadn't attended it. "Let it be a lesson; 'when the Queen of Spades speaks, bitches need to pay attention'."

He nodded then. "Yeah, a few times. Went around with Eileen and Avery, mostly. Dragooned into it. Swing's not really my forte." Granted, his attendance at these gatherings was more or less "business-related", so just kicking back and enjoying one was a strange experience.

[wouldbetrump]

"Oh, try to relax- or you'll just hear 'you need to relax'. Such an annoying statement after a while, I can promise you." He said, shaking his head. "I should find Amy, though. Make sure she hasn't gone stir crazy yet."

[cutslikeaspade]

"I've already been at the brandy," Ethan assured him. "Switched to club soda so I wouldn't fall over on my face after an hour. Just wouldn't look right, that."

The mention of Amy tightened a few lines around Ethan's eyes, but he bit his tongue and kept his mouth shut. Although he did attempt a more neutral statement of, "She's around here somewhere. Probably ditching the shoes and hauling on a pair of jeans."