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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Normally Greylan spent his time in the kitchens during parties. Sometimes, rarely, he'd come out to indulge in gossip and talk usually just listening in to what was said. But tonight though he joined the din wearing a nice pin-striped suit sans tie. He figured if he was going to be the go between for Hearts and Clubs he may as well get more involved with everything instead of just feeding people.

He peered around the area after he got something to drink and took everything in. Greylan smiled warmly, invitingly before joining the small crowd.

David grinned at the man - a Heart he'd never given much thought - but tonight was a night of smiles.

"I can appreciate a choice of pinstripes." David gestured to his down black with dark blue as an example.

"Its classic." He smiled, giving the man a nod. He had to say, David wore it far better then himself though. He turns more fully to the man offering his hand. "Greylan Harker."

"David," he returned, taking the offered hand. "A pleasure."

"Good to meet you." He shakes his hand firmly. "Have you been having a good time?" He gestures to the party. "There's so much going on..." He chuckles.

"I can't think of a better thing than a dance." Though the edges of his smile had grown blades during his dance with Zoe, he was slowly sliding them away where they should be.

Blood oughtn't be drawn at festivities. "Are you enjoying yourself? You seem to have been busy."

Greylan looked him over some. He had noticed the tense exchange earlier but he decided it wasn't worth mentioning. It was a party, a time to relax some.

"I am. I'm actually very happy I came. Its refreshing to be around people again." He admits some. "I think I lost myself in work for a bit."

"The greatest failing of the industrious. I've found that the proper application of tea at consistent intervals helps to bring one's head out of the business side of things."

Spades. His temper never managed to stay buried when he dealt with them. It was a personal failing. He couldn't bring himself to be particularly disappointed about it, however.

Greylan nods. "Definitely a good idea." He agreed. "Or at least going outside for a bit." The man gestures to the people around them. "Going to try to stay connected too."

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"Mm. I always found that harder than one would think." Being with friends, being away from them, he was never sure which he was worse at.

He just hurt everyone he knew, was the conclusion he came to.

"Its still worth the effort to try." He responded softly. "Humans are meant to be social though some would argue otherwise. Even if you don't make friends a person should at least go out and be around people."

"Do you think that's enough? Simply... being around them?" It was meant to come out lightly, but he couldn't stop the real question underneath.

Would anything ever really be enough? Selfishness is what this was.

Greylan paused, actually considering the question. "For some it is. Its like any other think in the world. Some people are happy with the basics and some want everything. You can't really know what's enough for everyone else just what is enough for you and even that may take some time to learn."

"So philisophical at such a young age."

Well, there's one Clubs, at least, that he'll already have a good rapport with. Such a good rapport, in fact, that the blue-green-clad young woman will be bouncing up to him with a smile.

"Hey."

It's refreshing, seeing him outside of work for once.

He looks over and smiles brightly, truly happy to see her. "Hey! How are you doing? I haven't been by in a while have I." He looked apologetic. "You look stunning though." He smiles warmly.

"You haven't been. I was beginng to feel like I'd chased you away." A slight pout that disappears entirely once he compliments her, "Thank you. You're looking rather nice, as well."

"You didn't." He promises, lightly leading her to the dance floor for one the more sedate dances. "I got busy and lost myself to pots, pans and spices." Greylan confesses with a small smile before grinning. "Thanks. What have I missed in my self imposed exile?"

"Not a lot," she says with a grin as she's brought to the dance floor, "We're one of the rare parts of the Deck where things don't happen to us all that often. It's pretty great."

"It is a lot of the times." He agreed, falling into the steps of the dance. "Sometimes its a bit boring otherwise." He playfully spins her. "What have you been doing with yourself?"

"Oh, you know," she manages to shrug a little, "Working. Window shopping. Actual shopping. The usual."

"Sounds like fun." He chuckles. "At least a little anyways." Greylan dips her. "Would you like to go window shopping together next time?" He asks.

A bright grin-- and maybe she pulls herself just a little closer when they come up from the dip.

"I'd like that."

It's Swing Time~

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