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

[butneverbreak]

"You're incorrigible, Johnny. Anyone ever tell you that?" Not that it was a bad thing. It was absolutely a wonderful thing. And certainly something to clink glasses over.

[fiddlerjohnny]

"Only every other day." A few had even said it was one of his more endearing qualities and as such, it absolutely deserves a toast.

[butneverbreak]

"Good. I'd hate for you not to know it." Toasts all around. "You've been behaving yourself, then?"

[fiddlerjohnny]

"Behave is such a nasty word," he laughs and takes a swallow of his drink. "But yeah, I think I might have been."

[butneverbreak]

"Nothing is bad in small doses, darling. Even behaving. I hear it makes misbehaving all the better when you let go." Also behaving is good. Or something.