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

[lowtohigh]

"Why not? You don't think he could handle it?"

It would be impolite to inquire about any ruffled feathers, real or imagined, right? Much better to just spin quietly and talk in the same light tone.

"Or are you afraid you couldn't handle the pair of us?"

[cipherspeak]

"It might be too much for him."

It's probably best to leave it alone for now. Hadyn and Elisha, for all their spats, are usually able to work things out. And if they're not...maybe they're not supposed to. It's too nice a night to consider the states of a relationship, though.

He raises a single eyebrow instead.

"I'm game if you are, princess."

[lowtohigh]

So long as she doesn't have to give up her not-father or her not-uncle-brother-Hadyn. Surely this is the age to be selfish about other people's relationship.

"It's a good night to be game for things, don't you think?"

Ride the good, happy mood while you have it, right?

[cipherspeak]

He imagines that they're both - all - too firmly attached for that to ever happen. And as far as he's concerned, she's owed some selfishness.

He gives Hadyn a sidelong look. He looks so...unprepared.

"Do you want the right or the left?"

[lowtohigh]

Family is difficult to give up. Family gets fought for. And family is absolutely who the little clan who had wandered New York late at night looking for desert to celebrate surviving dinner was.

"The left. My right hand's stronger."

For latching on and dragging.