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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Silas understood Kingly obligations, though those of a medic were more foreign to him. He wouldn't hold it against the younger King, just as long as Theo didn't mind having a hand clap him on the back when Silas approached, a glass of champagne in hand.

"You look like you've had a long night, and you only just got here, Theo. Is there anything that I can do to help you unwind?"

Glancing up at the familiar hello, Theo nodded in return. "Your Majesty," he greeted a touch formally, although he didn't bother to get up, simply gestured to the other chair at the table.

"Yeah, somewhat, but thank God everything's taken care of. And even if it does go off again, I'm seriously considering ignoring it." Which he wouldn't, but it'd better be something deathly, in any case.

Content to sit, Silas crossed his legs at the knee and sipped from his glass. "Do I need to find a lovely lady to distract you from your annoyance? Because I have plenty of Diamond women who would gladly occupy your evening, my friend."

Because, really. No frowning at a party; it's unbecoming.

Theo snorted. "No doubt my mother would approve," he replied dryly. "But no, thank you. The offer's quite kind, but I'm good with just sitting and enjoying the ambiance, Silas. It's quite a change from my normal day, so I'm not looking for any other distractions."

"I wasn't offering a wife," he chuckled. "A dance partner, is all." Of course, what two consenting adults agreed to do was none of his business, but alas. It wasn't his business, and Theo declined, so he would let it go. "You need some relaxation and fun in your life, my dear friend. Take it how you can find it, so long as you do take it."

"I know, I know." Besides, one wife was enough for him, he felt. But he wouldn't allow those memories to swim up tonight; they would have to be content with their quiet darkness in the back of his mind.

"Speaking of, why are you sitting here yourself? You're more for these things than I am, y'know."

Chuckling, Silas shrugged. "I've danced with several already, but I'm here on my own, as usual. Care to be my date, Theo?" he teased with a grin.

What? Theo was an attractive man. He couldn't really be blamed for it.

Theo twinkled back at him. "Wouldn't people talk?" Not...that he cared, really. Gossip mongerers were welcome to their stories; Theo didn't give a damn. Unfortunately, his tastes only swung one way.

"I'd love to, Silas, buuuutt..." he let it trail off, saluting the other monarch with his almost empty beer can.

"I think it'd be a good thing for two Kings to be seen together," he answered with a nonchalant shrug. But he wasn't actually expecting an agreeing response, so his ego wasn't harmed at the rejection. He simply smiled.

"Someday, my dear friend. Someday, you'll find the joys of my side of the divide." With a chuckle, a wink, and a raised glass, he bowed his head in a show of respect, then drained the remnants of his champagne.

It was a good night.

It's Swing Time~

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