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

[hommesadique]

"Unfortunately, we're born weak, and can only strengthen ourselves after the fact. That's why our training requires diligence and dedication, little lady: if we let our minds stray, we will harm ourselves and only suffer more."

[lowtohigh]

"You sound like Julien."

Which, well. She gives as a compliment, no matter how it might be taken.

[hommesadique]

He didn't know how to take that, so he simply didn't. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "I just try to give the best advice possible. The decision to follow it is, of course, yours alone."

[lowtohigh]

"I hear that's the most frustrating thing about children. Their general reluctance to accept that the best advice really is the best."

Then again, anyone who grouped Eileen generally with children wasn't overly attentive to details.

"I'll think on it. Thank you, Pierre."