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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[intotherough]

He laughed a little as he was pulled into a seat. He was tired himself, though he hadn't danced quite as much as Karisa. He'd learned to pace himself over the last few years, really. "Now, I dinna think that's the best of plans," he said. "I've been dancing with the fairer contingent, as it happens." With Rita James and Rachel Caustello, notably. And one dance, of course, with Zoe Fox.

And most unforgettably, the Ace of Clubs.

"You should've trained up, I'm thinking."

[itsybitsyrigby]

"We should definitely trade, then," she giggled, swinging one leg while she sipped from her drink. "You get the pretty girls, and I get the drunk older men? No fair, Mr. MacKinnon. No fair."

He was such a brat. She wouldn't hold it against him, probably, but on one condition. "You pass one of your pretty girls off to me, and I'll call us even. Think you can swing that one, sir?"

[intotherough]

He wasn't in the least little bit a brat. He did, though, ask each one of the ladies in question - except Rita, but there'd been an ex-husband and new wife half Rita's age to be dealing with there. Ben didn't mind being used for such noble causes.

"D'you know how I got the pretty girls to dance with me?" He asked instead. "I asked them, lass. I doubt they'd say no if you did."

[itsybitsyrigby]

"Oh, Ben. You're...so much more appealing to them than I am." Attractive man over thirty, as opposed to a pretty girl under twenty. There was a big difference there! "I'll humor you and ask, I guess. But if they say no, you're stuck dancing with me until we go home, huh?"

She was teasing, of course. Ben seemed to have a full dance card. She wouldn't bother him much.

[intotherough]

"Not every woman here is completely straight, lass." Honest to God, he was fairly sure he'd dated a few bisexual girls in the Deck himself. "Let me know how it goes, at least?" Might go better than she was expecting.

[itsybitsyrigby]

With a wink, she nodded. "I'll let you know as soon as I do, okay?" Which, admittedly, could be tomorrow. But that wasn't the point, was it?

She spied someone she knew fairly well across the floor, so she hopped to her feet, seemingly fully recharged. "See you in a little bit, okay? I have to go say hi to someone." She kissed his cheek, and then Karisa was off to talk to someone else.