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

[bluntforces]

"Welcome-home present, then. Perfectly legit." And, finishing off his own drink, he stands up more properly. "C'mon. You owe me a dance."

[standlikestone]

"Are you even man enough for me?" she asks with a laugh. "I can do some pretty crazy flips."

[bluntforces]

"You talkin' smack to the guy who's gotta catch you comin' down from your aerials, girly girl?" Because, of course, there's no way in hell with won't be showboat dancing.

[standlikestone]

"What're you gonna do about it?" she teases. Because she knows he won't let her crash and burn, of all people.

[bluntforces]

There's a pause of consideration before he shrugs. "Laugh when you look ridiculous."

Or, well. Catch her literally every time she so much as stumbled. Whichever.

[standlikestone]

Gasp. Such a dramatic gasp. "You think I'm going to look ridiculous? I'm hurt."

[bluntforces]

"Jumpin' without a spotter? Yeah. A little." But, you know.

King of looking ridiculous right here.

[standlikestone]

"But I thought you would spot me. Even if you aren't man enough. Doesn't your love make up for that or something?"

[bluntforces]

He can't help the compulsion to pull her in again, smack a violently pleased kiss against her cheek. "My love'd catch you if you were a zillion miles away, baby doll."

[standlikestone]

"Aww," she murmurs, laughing a little. "You're cute. Let's dance."

[bluntforces]

And dance they will. He can't promise he'll let her go after just one round, either. This could be a very long night.

But that's fabulous, isn't it?