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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[dreamsofwords]

"I think I can agree with both of those things," Alasdair said as he set her twirling and then brought her back in again.

"Even three dances, if you think I can be allowed to monopolize the hostess that much."

[the_songbird]

"For you? I think I can make room on my dance card. Everybody else can probably manage without me for a bit."

Really, everybody else seemed to be doing just fine by this point.

[dreamsofwords]

For that, he pulls her close again and gives her an impulsive kiss, right there on the dance floor. There might be some catcalling, but he doesn't really care. In fact, he's grinning as he pulls away.

"I thought it was about time for that, yeah?"