It's Swing Time~

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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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[spysinspades]

"I could," he agreed slowly. Before, there'd always been a reason he couldn't. Something tying his down. And in coming back, there was... he hadn't known where else was possible.

"I will. In the Fall. I prefer that time of year for the house." At least, if memory served him correctly, he did. And saying it made it so, with David. He did hate breaking promises.

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Ethan nodded, wanting to encourage this trend of thought.

"And you could even help with the wine-making. I hear they've gone back to stomping them...by foot, I guess the term is." He chuckled. "God, that has to be fun as hell."

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"It's an experience," David laughed. "Feels strange between your toes."

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A snort. "I bet it does." Ethan tilted his head for a fresh round of drinks, sliding the empty glass away with one finger before propping his chin on one hand.

"You've been all right, otherwise?" He had to ask. What son wasn't concerned about a father who'd come back from the dead?

[spysinspades]

"I am as well as can be expected," David agreed. He was fine. Sometimes. Usually. Except for those times when he wasn't. "I find I rather miss tea."

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"You could always swing by the kitchens in the morning," Ethan suggested. "Declan'd serve you a pot or three, I'm sure."

He'd started doing that a while back--slipping into the Castle early and sitting in the kitchens while the staff prepared breakfast, sipping tea and just enjoying the relative quiet before the hustle and bustle of the day.

[spysinspades]

"I believe the lovely butler would be less than pleased with that." He said it lightly, but that particular rejection had stung quite a bit. He had hoped...

Well. Some things were beyond Declan's peculiar limits, and perhaps David himself was now one of those things.

"He's rather busy starting a family now, after all."