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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[cutslikeaspade]

Ethan clutched his chest with a stricken look, doubling over as he shuffled after, adopting a completely cheesy Italian accent.

"You'a wound'a me'a, carina. To-de-qwick!" Then he snorted a laugh and straightened, heading out towards the lighted area with his little fellow Ace.

Spinning once on his heels, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to a waiting Card by the bar, he adjusted his collar and asked, "Can you even dance this way, brat?"

[lowtohigh]

This year, thus far, had been marked by being rather rocked by things. Emotions had been hitting hard and fast, hormones had been muddling clarity; events had been shoving her already nervous mind into a mess of confusion.

This? This was simple. This was silly. This was a relief, absolutely enough to have her grinning bright as she flicked her hair back over her shoulder.

"Would Elani let me come to something like this without being quite good at this, old man?"

[cutslikeaspade]

"Well, I'd certainly hope not." The band kicked up again and Ethan reached for Eileen's hand, not missing the nuance that she was chest-high to him now. A good thing.

The music was comfortably paced and light; it didn't take Ethan long to unloosen his shoulders and get into a good groove, even if he did ham it up a bit, totally for his partner's benefit, of course.