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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[heartvestment]

"Hey, you," Edie says, nudging him in the ribs when she finally finds him. "I'm nearly 99% certain you owe me a dance. Something like that."

[falsepretences]

"Reeeally?" He drawls out, raising a brow at her under his hat. It's still in place, and even relatively unmolested, considering. "What does that other 1% think?"

[heartvestment]

Now it's going to be lifted off his head so that she can jam it onto her own. "The other 1% thinks that you owe me hot sex, but honestly, that 1% is always around."

[falsepretences]

And now it's been molested. But it's okay, between the two of them, they now look like they stepped out of Swing Kids - and that dress deserves an impromptu spin. Maybe in part to try to see what's underneath. "Well, it so happens," he says, that I just might be able to satisfy you 100%."

[heartvestment]

She laughs happily, twirling in closer to him. "How are you, Jordan?" she asks, plucking at his shirt before tugging him onto the dance floor.

[falsepretences]

"I'm...pretty good." Which wasn't precisely the truth as a general rule, lately, but the combination of bourbon and dancing has him more cheerful than usual. Being tugged closer does wonders for his mood, too, and he gives her a teasing kiss before he speaks. "Are the seniors still making you want to cry?"