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

is okay <3

[messire_messer]

"So much that it's broken your ability to smile. I am stunned, sir."

Self-preservation, not a drunk instinct.

Re: is okay &lt;3

[theacethatmatters]

"Mr. Scallion. You've been a Spade long enough, I imagine, to know that it's said I never learned how to smile." Of course he's heard dozens of the rumors that have floated around the Castle about him, by now. "But I do thank you for your concern."

[messire_messer]

"No, no. Is there another man who's graced our castle with a smile every now and then? I must have been mistaken all along." Huff. Who is it, then.

[theacethatmatters]

"I expect you must be speaking of the new Ace. I hear he smiles from time to time."

Any humor there might be in that statement is completely of the wry sort.

[messire_messer]

"Mm. Could well be. But he's not been Ace long enough for me to be so confused."

[theacethatmatters]

"Then I don't know what to tell you. Perhaps you'll find the man you're looking for elsewhere at this party."

Not giving you the satisfaction, Rap. Not at all.

[messire_messer]

"Bother. Will we not get the pleasure of seeing you fly about the dance floor, then?" Say it isn't so, Julien.

[theacethatmatters]

"I'm afraid that while I might possess many exceptional skills, that of flight is not one of them."

Yes. Yes he is intentionally misconstruing you, Rap. Sorry?

Well, he's not really sorry.

[messire_messer]

He's already drunk enough that this isn't really an unusual answer to him. Still, he's tutting. "Truly you disappoint, milord. Maybe it's part of a downward trend."

[theacethatmatters]

"I would suggest," Julien says, mildly. "You consider discussing this downward trend with someone else. Perhaps the King of Clubs would like to hear your opinion?"

[messire_messer]

That's a good idea, actually. It's such a good idea that he bounces on the balls of his feet, making good use of his full height. "He certainly would. What a good idea, milord."

Is it ill-advised to smack a kiss on Julien's cheek before he goes? Probably. Probably a good thing that he's still coordinated enough to speed his exit a bit.