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.

Note: Open to everyone and their brother; tag around, have fun!

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And some can try better than others. Maybe the curls Elani's had put in her hair for the evening are starting to loosen a bit, maybe she's flushed...but maybe she also looks quite exhilarated. This is, it must be said, much better than waltzing.

So her smile is almost blinding when she finds him again midway through the party, "may I have this dance?"

Girls always dressed up for these things more than guys did. Alasdair is dressed in the slightly-upgraded hipster casual that Eden strong-armed him into last fall, though, so at least he's fairly presentable. And he's shed the jacket, because it's just too warm to dance the way they're dancing and wear a jacket.

"Of course," he says easily, and twirls her as the music starts up again. He hasn't really seen much of her tonight, but that's to be expected, really. It'll probably be better when the Hearts host whatever Theo has up his sleeve for this summer. "Having fun?"

She's quite alright with jacket-shedding. It's actually perhaps one of the things the girls have over the guys here...you can get a nice breeze going with a skirt that just doesn't happen with trousers.

"It's a blast," she says, happily. "I'm glad people seem to be having fun."

And he will get a flash of a careful look. He's having fun too, right? He's been so weighed down by everything going on his life lately, she was hoping this was helping a little at least for relaxation's sake before he went back to the grind, so to speak.

"It's better than a ball." Not that he minds balls, exactly, other than the fact that they seem to require him to choke on a tie. They're just not events you can really cut loose at. At least not until massive amounts of champagne have been consumed and the hour is late enough that the stodgier types have fallen asleep in chairs.

"So, my compliments for that," he adds with a grin. "Are you having fun?"

"Maybe we should try to talk Theo and Rowan into a...hm...maybe line dancing?" She's half-joking, at least.

"And yes...it's. Nice seeing it all come together. And the dancing is delightful." Especially when she has a good partner, as now.

"I'm pretty sure I heard something about a luau, actually," Alasdair says, "so I imagine it'll be closer to hula, if there's any organized dancing at all."

He didn't mind if there wasn't. Eating barbecue and making fun of his friends trying to play the ukelele would be just as much fun, in the end.

"You worked hard on it," he says, "so you deserve to enjoy yourself now that it's all done. Though I imagine it'll be nice not to have to organize anything in the morning." He'd been there, occasionally, for the over breakfast calls this last week with the caterers, after all. It was enough to make him want to never plan any event, ever.

"That would probably fit better," she muses. "And be another nice change of pace."

As for his other comment, she'll laugh lightly, "I might actually get to sleep in a bit. It'll be a novelty. You'll have to give it a try, too."

Because, you know. He hasn't exactly been sleeping so fabulously either.

He raises his brows at that, even if it is, well. True. "I'll probably sleep like a baby tonight," he said. And pay for it the next night; at least he's in the last quarter of the book.

He smiles a little, his dimples showing. "Are you going to scold me for not getting eight solid hours a night?" He asked. "Because you're a lot prettier than my mother. Don't tell her I said that, though."

"Our little secret," she promises. "No scolding, just a deal. We both get some rest, mm?"

And really, pushing it farther probably would stray into scolding territory so she'll give his arm a little tug. "Also a dance. Or two."

"I think I can agree with both of those things," Alasdair said as he set her twirling and then brought her back in again.

"Even three dances, if you think I can be allowed to monopolize the hostess that much."

"For you? I think I can make room on my dance card. Everybody else can probably manage without me for a bit."

Really, everybody else seemed to be doing just fine by this point.

For that, he pulls her close again and gives her an impulsive kiss, right there on the dance floor. There might be some catcalling, but he doesn't really care. In fact, he's grinning as he pulls away.

"I thought it was about time for that, yeah?"

It's Swing Time~

i am assuming she went off to do hostessy things and dance with other folk and is back now

Probably. :)

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