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

[fiddlerjohnny]

He doesn't really keep up with such things, so he shrugs.

"Keep it going, then. Sorry?"

Forgive him because his face is really cute, okay, Eileen.

[lowtohigh]

He does have a cute face. And, more importantly, dancing is likely going to have her giggling.

Hard to look properly cranky while giggling.

"Something like that."

[fiddlerjohnny]

Johnny grins and gives her another twirl, "good to know."

Probably it would also be good to know that the girl he's dancing with could kill him six ways from Sunday if she felt so inclined but then...he has no plans on making her want to kill him. They're just having an enjoyable dance.

[lowtohigh]

In all fairness, most men and women from old Deck families started learning that sort of thing when they hit the double-digits.

But that's neither here nor there. That's got nothing to do with the fun of an exciting, energetic sort of dance.

This is much better.