houseofcards_rp | It's Swing Time~

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.

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There you go. Blythe can only dance with fellas wearing hats. Sounds good to him. He tips his brim at the other man.

"Take something a darn sight tougher than a dance to make you fall. Won't hold it against you if you want to step on his feet some, though."

What? It's a joke.

"I'm hurt," Jordan says dryly. "But I'm pretty sure if Blythe wants to injure me, it'll be completely on purpose." For leaving the Hearts, though he imagines she's aim her feet a little higher than his own.

He's not planning to suggest that, though, in case she gets any ideas.

"I'll do my best to bring her back in one piece," he says, "and maybe a little more ready to spin around the floor."

She squeezes Monty's hand one more time before taking Jordan's and pulling him onto the dance floor. "Okay," she starts, smoothing her dress down before holding out her hands. "How hardcore are you going to go?"

"Not very hardcore at all," he says as they go out on the floor. "I haven't done swing all that often, so we're both new at it." Nothing to worry about; Blythe wasn't going to embarrass herself. "We'll take it slow. This is more of a ballad, anyway."

Her smile grows a little wider as she ducks her head. "Not exactly new," she murmurs before looking up at him as the song starts. Okay. She can do this.

"See, you're probably better than me." And they're starting it off with some Frank Sinatra, so it's mostly slow dancing with a few fancy moves. "I haven't seen you much lately."

She shrugs as her short dress flares out, showing off the design at the thighs of her stockings. No blushing here, no sirree. "Being Ace is... busy. But really rewarding, honestly. I feel like I've finally gotten really accustomed to my role, you know? But I guess I can find time in my week to meander over to Spades Castle," she offers cheekily.

She's not showing off a thong. She's already winning over some members of the Deck there. "You can pay your respects to our new Ace," he tells her with a flicker of a grin, "and then stop by to visit me and my wall of paperwork on the way out. We're digitizing."

It's currently the bane of his existence. It probably doesn't help that he doesn't really like archives that much, anyway.

"Digitizing? Oh, we should get that done." She grins a little as he pulls her back in. "You're the expert - how angry will Hannah be if I ask her to start?"

"Hannah never gets angry," Jordan tells her, lightly placing a hand on her waist. "But she might cry. It's a horrifying task at the best of times." David's paperwork? Not the best of times.

Not even a little bit.

"You're serious? Poor thing. I'll try to divide up the work for her." Look at what you're missing out on, Jordan. The Spades are lame.

"You might want to find about three more assistants and ask Karisa if she'd mind cutting back her hours at the pub." Jordan just can't stop managing. It's a problem. Katya should probably do something about that.

Now Blythe is just going to have to fake-tear up at him. "My life would be so much easier if you were a Heart, Jordan. Do you understand? So much easier."

"You've got my brother, though," Jordan pointed out with a slight smile, keeping things light. "And if Hadyn can't organize something, it can't be organized."

"That's true," she admits with a laugh. "He's such a good PA. I don't know how I survived without him."

"You muddled through," Jordan says. "And now he does the muddling."

It's Swing Time~

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