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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[wouldbetrump]

"Oh, try to relax- or you'll just hear 'you need to relax'. Such an annoying statement after a while, I can promise you." He said, shaking his head. "I should find Amy, though. Make sure she hasn't gone stir crazy yet."

[cutslikeaspade]

"I've already been at the brandy," Ethan assured him. "Switched to club soda so I wouldn't fall over on my face after an hour. Just wouldn't look right, that."

The mention of Amy tightened a few lines around Ethan's eyes, but he bit his tongue and kept his mouth shut. Although he did attempt a more neutral statement of, "She's around here somewhere. Probably ditching the shoes and hauling on a pair of jeans."