A smiled played on his lips every time the younger man fiddled with his tie, it was obviously from nerves but it was a little endearing, Matt on the other hand had attended enough that they got a little boring after so long. Considering he would much rather be working in lab most of this was a considerably waste of time, but he would play pretend for as long as he needed to.
“I wouldn’t be worried or concerned how it would look for two guys dancing together, we aren’t the first and surely will not be the last.” He gave a charming smile to his companion as he started to lead him towards the dance floor rather shamelessly if anyone wanted to gossip about it. Really the worse that could possibly happen would be someone sending word to his family and they getting rather too excited that for once their son showed interest in something that wasn’t a virus. He would regret those phone calls, Matt was sure of it.
“Have you ever danced before?” Taking Kyle’s hand and moving them into position, more of a default one for ballroom dancing in some way as the hired musicians played in the background. As soon as he was satisfied he swept him into the dance simple waltz, with simple steps hopefully that Kyle could easily follow suit.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 12:26 am
Looking up at the other he tilted his head. “Bothers your stomach with all the dancing?” He questioned, though figured that was the case as it would make sense. “Maybe some food but not too much? Some finger foods.” Alexandre offered with a smile as he hooked his arm around one of Aiden’s and leaned into the taller male's side. “I wouldn’t mind something light to eat either. We can go for a proper meal, or at least eat more, when we get home if we are still hungry.”
“But no, the masquerade was rather large. I think it was due, in part, to the multiple rooms and various things going on.” Shrugging his shoulders some as he offered this up while they walked towards the buffet table. He honestly couldn’t say why it had been so popular but it had been, and aside from having to work that night he’d enjoyed it. He wouldn’t mind another masquerade if he were being honest, provided he didn’t have to work it and it didn’t turn into a fight. He’d rather just enjoy such a thing.
“Maybe something with more of a Venice carnival feel would be nice if they decided to do a similar event ever again, though I doubt it considering how the other one went.” A bit of a downward tilt of his lips showed how he disliked this. He didn’t like most social events, most being the key thing here, there were some events he did enjoy.
Aiden picked up two small plates and passed one to Alex. “Did I tell you Jenna wanted to come?” His sister, whom still had yet to meet his boyfriend standing beside him. “I’m kind of surprised our father didn’t buy her a ticket so she could come. I guess he didn’t want her coming alone since nobody asked her and I doubt she told him I’d be here.”
Four, almost five, years down the road and the two still weren’t on amicable terms. Not that Aiden cared all that much, his father was an intolerant a*****e anyway.
With the tongs, he selected a few cubes of cheese, a couple of olives, deviled eggs and a couple slices of meat along with a set of silverware and a glass of water.
Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 12:31 am
“No, you didn’t mention that Jenna wanted to come. We could have brought her you know.” He wouldn’t have minded paying for her to come, not in the slightest, she was in some sort of manner important to him. He had never met her, true, but she was Aiden’s younger sister and was obviously important to his partner. So by default she meant something to him as well.
“The next event like this, or the next event we got to, bring your sister. We’ll bring her with us and make sure she’s safe.” In case that was anything to worry about. They could play big brother to her and make sure she was watched over, though she should be old enough to do so herself for the most part. In this city though, with it’s problems, it was a bit different and while someone in another place could handle himself they might not be able to in this city.
Grabbing some tongs he went for some chicken, a few pieces, and some sort of vegetable dish as well. Always one to watch what he ate, keeping to healthy foods, he didn’t grab much since it was likely they’d wind up on the dance floor at some point in the evening. Water for himself as well, he didn’t care to drink much and there wasn’t a large selection of drinks that weren’t alcoholic.
He was just about to start in on how it was important to slide oneself under a skirt for the best potential viewing when the watch's appearance startled them both.
The prat appeared shortly after, retrieving the watch that Bob had almost snatched for himself. One second too late and instead they were staring, eye to eye, caught in their thievery. Silk was first to react, lobbing the delicious shrimp at the man's face.
Taking the hint, Bob joined him and used both paws to hurl a various assembly of meats and cheeses at the intruder's face. If they were going down, they certainly weren't going to let the douchenozzle off easy.
Finding himself unable to keep from grinning, he nodded to her as they stepped forward, the taller of the two leading her onto the dance floor. "You're in luck, beautiful - it's the only way I know how to dance."
Once there was enough space, he turned back towards her, winking as he moved to add some space between them. "Just relax - trust me."
With that, he lifted their hands in the air and forced her into an impromptu spin using his other hand as a guide. Her dress's skirt spun around with the motion, the tail of the fabric gently brushing against his slacks as he stepped to the side, readying himself. As she turned back around to face him, his hand was already poised and ready, pressing against her waist as the hand holding hers entwined their fingers. She was dipped briefly before returning to both of her feet.
Taking a step to the side, followed by a second and then a third, Akio led the two around, mindful of the other couples as he created their own path across the dance floor. The waltz continued on in the background, but his eyes were set on guiding them both... when they weren't entirely on her.
"See?" His voice had quieted, but the confidence remained. "Piece of cake, sweetheart."
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Her nose wrinkled at the mention of mushrooms. Anything that grew in damp, musky caves should be thrown out, not cooked and served. It was just crazy talk - the bloomin' things didn't even have a flavor, for goodness's sake!
"Ah can appreciate some good chicken too, y'know?" Fried chicken was her contribution to the conversation, although there seemed to be none of that either, on the table. There were meats, but most seemed to either be cold cuts or fashioned in what looked to have come straight out of a cat food can. Knowing the weirdness of rich folk, she wouldn't be surprised if that was what it was.
"Can't go wrong with a good waffle, though. Would have brought some from home, if this thing had pockets."
Blasted dress hadn't even had room for her apartment keys, the blonde forced to shove them into her bra for safekeeping. It made for awkward jostling, her chest getting stabbed now and again as the key struggled to find a place to rest.
One hand stretched out and added more cheese to the plate - may as well take advantage of the smorgasbord while she could, right?
"So what do ya do 'round here, Tommy? Anythin' cool or interestin'?"
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As he led them onto the dance floor, her free hand picked up the side of her skirt to ensure she didn't fumble before they'd even gotten started. The last thing she needed was to fall on her face in front of everyone - not that anyone but Isaac or Andrew were aware of who she even was. But that was all right, Julie was used to being in the background. More of a behind-the-scenes sort of gal, it was easy to allow others to take the credit. Yet, as his hand rested against her hip and her free hand instinctively moved up to press into his shoulder, it was a startling contrast to her social norm.
Gorgeous blue eyes stared down at her as he complimented her dress - no longer was Jules hiding in the background, but instead thrust forward as the center of his attention.
And she had no idea how to handle it.
Casting her gaze up to their joined hands, she smiled, forcing the butterflies in her stomach to settle down before she dared look up to meet his gaze.
"You're pretty dashing yourself, Mr. Harrison." She teased back softly, allowing him to lead as they swayed back and forth to the orchestra's music. It wasn't a familiar song, but it was whimsical all the same - a waltz, perhaps? Or something terribly, horribly perfect for their slow dance pace. It was making her all too aware of their close proximity to one another and she became hyper aware of her footing, to avoid brushing against his shoes. "I can't thank you enough for agreeing to do this."
Eyes glanced down towards the grip that squeezed her tighter, her own eyebrows rising as her grin continued to play on the sides of her painted, pink lips. The hand that held the flute reached out just in time to dispose of it on a passing waiter's tray without a second thought. Now free, idle fingers moved up to gently twirl around pink curls that brushed against her collarbone.
Business talk could only stay so interesting for such a limited time. If she had wanted to become an entrepreneur, she'd have followed in her father's and brothers' footsteps instead of spending her former years perfecting her money spending abilities. She was the prize - so why bother wasting her time seeking one out? After all, any man would count himself fortunate to land such a trophy girl as herself.
Lips pursed as eyes moved to watch the other couples and groups mingling around the various areas of the ballroom. Stuffy doctors discussing no doubt equally stuffy subjects. Teenagers taking advantage of the food while singles tried their hand near the bar area. A handful had found their way to the dance floor, a mixture of overconfidence and nerves evident on the dancers' faces.
Her head tilted to the side and gently rested against her date's shoulder. Ah, well. Chase had found himself a new little pet and she'd put up with their talk for a little while longer - especially since this one posed fairly little threat to her position at his side.
Plus, after all, there was already a lingering promise of a private showing - even if the rest of the evening proved to be a bust, she at least had something to look forward to.
"That's true. Hopefully no one will make too much of a fuss of it here."
There was a sinking feeling in Kyle's stomach as he approached the dance floor with Matt. The reason why he had picked the dance option was so that Matt wouldn't see him stuffing his face with the assortment of pastries and desserts (which included cake that the younger male had a weakness for) available from the buffet spread and be disgusted with his gluttonous behaviour.
On hindsight however, maybe dancing wasn't such a great option because he had absolutely zero experience with that which might result in him accidentally tripping over his own feet or, worse, stepping on Matt's toes with all 155 pounds worth of muscle and baby fat. He had literally gotten himself out of the fire and into the pan through his own actions just because he lacked the foresight to think ten steps ahead. Ffffff.
"N-No." He quickly shook his head at Matt's question before offering tentatively. "Are you alright with that? I'll do my best to avoid falling over or stepping on your feet but we can do something else entirely if my lack of experience bothers you."
Okie. You can do this Kyle. Don't crush Dr Duffy's hand with a death grip in yours. Don't think too much about how close you're standing and the fact that his hand is wrapped around your waist. Just sneak a peek down at where your feet are, follow his lead and all would be fine.
It was certainly something Matt was not looking forward to, constantly looking over his shoulder and expecting the worse but not getting used to it. Considering that Lilith had been in the war a lot longer then he had been he couldn't even hope that he wouldn't reach that point in the future as well if he continued to go to events around the city.
He pushed those thoughts away for now though as he would much rather focus on spending time with his cousin. "The team have been great. it's been a bit of a challenge to get used to adding patrol on top of my schedule but not terribly so." It helped that so far he had only actually been involved with two fights so far and only got injured in one of the two, though that time had been pretty bad. "We have a practice game coming up soon if you want to come and watch?" He offered.
Matt lead her over towards the food, careful to keep her from running into anyone on accident, getting most of the way there before responding. "Not really no, nothing as fancy as this. Just more casual ones for the team. They would run more along the lines of families and friends of the team then anyone too affluent, excluding any parents of affluence of course." He said with a smile crossing his face. "Would you like to get drinks first or food?" He asked when they were next to the food tables, eyes darting around at the offerings laid out.
Taiki was, on the whole, used to attending galas like these for reasons other than just mingling. It was nice to not be expected to do any sort of business dealings - just a night out with his half-sister, funded by donations generously made by Phillipe, who had ended up being unable to attend. So here he was, dressed up and sipping fine wine and peoplewatching. There was the occasional person who seemed interested in a chat, and Taiki was happy to oblige small talk - he knew a few people from similar parties he'd attended - but for the most part it was just him and Sakura, making the occasional judgey comment on people's outfits.
For Sakura, well. It wasn't all that often that she got to mingle with the highest of society - and as far as she was concerned, that was a tragedy, because as an up and coming ballerina these were all people she needed to impress. So she was glad whenever someone drifted over for a little small talk; it made the whole thing more fun.
Akio was easy to get swept up in and for a brief, uncertain moment, Aurora was regretting her decision to let him take her by the hand and lead her onto the dance floor. It was all so surreal that she couldn't hear much over the sound of her heart as it thumped against her rib cage and left a thrill in her veins. When she looked at her handsome stranger - who was so tall compared her - some of her worry seemed to flit away.
Trust me, he told her and she looked up, wide-eye and contemplative.
"I don't know how smart it is to trust a man I just met," she tried to tease, because keeping her wits about her was important and yet, she could feel the fuzziness creeping up on her, the effects of the alcohol she'd ingested starting to hit her. Sure, it hadn't been much, but Rory was small and she hadn't eaten, at all. She'd set herself up for failure the second she let the bubbly liquid pass her lips.
"But, I think - " Rory didn't get a finish her sentence because Akio was spinning her. Turquoise locks were aflutter as she was spun out and drawn back in. Everything happened too quickly for her to really processes much of it and she did her best to follow, or rather let him lead her. Bright laughter bubbled out of her lips when he dipped her, her chest heaving as he dipped her and -
Oh, his face was so close to hers and touching his cheek would be so easy...
There was no true pause in the dance when he began to lead her into a different dance that she at least recognized. Despite her attempts to hold it in, she giggled, letting him lead her easily while being marveled by the size of her hands in his much larger ones. "That's because you're good at this. It has nothing to do with me."
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ghouliboo
Posted: Sat May 06, 2017 8:05 pm
Tom Wolf: stained tux, still hatless
"Chicken is great. I probably eat that most of the time more than I do any other meat." It was better on pretty much everything, and it wasn't as fattening or bad for you like other meats such as ham. But he wouldn't turn some down if he was offered some. He took some of the meat himself, not really noticing that Mags was avoiding it. He had seen some gravy somewhere he thought...
He looked at her when she mentioned waffles though. "No, waffles are good. Certainly better than pancakes in my opinion." And definitely better than french toast he thought, not really liking how that usually tasted more like bread with a the tiniest bit of a sweetness to it. Perhaps he just hadn't had good enough french toast before, but even croissants were sweeter!
"But... I'm not sure if there would be anything good to go with a waffle here." There were desserts to be sure, but no syrup and no whip cream. "Though it would be good in that chocolate fountain..." He shook himself a bit. Really, waffles? It was making him want to go to the nearest IHOP and order a large plate of them.
He added a few more miscellaneous foods to his plate before answering her question. "Pre-med student at Destiny City University. If I may ask, what do you do around here uh..." Shoot what was her name again? ...Mags maybe? "Mags...? You here for anything specific?"
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Micah sighed quietly to himself and continued his people watching. He both loved, and hated these sorts of events. While he didn't mind the socializing, Micah grew tired of the various number of over inflated egos that attended. Oh well... at least there would be gossip on the various fashion disasters and mishaps for him to attribute to tomorrow.
A flash of pale pink out of the corner of his eye made Micah pause. Was that...? Worming his way through the crowd, Micah soon found himself standing before a friend. With another sigh, he regarded her cooly. "I wish you would let me do something about your hair... But.. " Micah cast an approving glance at the dress. "At least your attire compliments it for once..."
Noir Songbird
Posted: Sun May 07, 2017 12:40 am
“Of course I wear suits. I have to dress snappy for the clients, but you should know all about that.” Bellatrix grinned, teasing. When he blushed, the grin turned into a giggle and as he whispered into her ear, his breath warm, so warm, she laughed softly once again.
“My dear, dear Rob. I don’t really think that’s all together fair, I mean, if I try on your clothes…you won’t have anything to wear and my dear, I’m just not sure you’d fit into my dress very well…you’re too…full of rippling muscles and all of that.”
Looking up at him, Bellatrix shook her head, her hands reaching up and locking behind Rob’s neck, clearly wanting nothing more right now then to pull the sometimes sleezy lawyer, sometimes stupidly attractive, sometimes amazingly amusing man down for a kiss.
Arian declined the offer of a glass from the waiter, his quiet voice polite but firm. It was the third such offer that he'd received in the span of time since his arrival - but Arian wasn't planning on drinking - at least not anything alcoholic.
There was a curly-haired woman in a delicate pink gown that looked familiar over in the direction of the dance floor by a corner and Arian had been contemplating perhaps making his way over in that direction, when he had heard the sound of a familiar voice to the side and slightly behind.
"Anxo," Arian's lips quirked up in a small smile in answer to his boyfriend's grin.
His cheeks tinged red slightly at the 'star' comment, a rueful note slipping into his voice as he continued "And I am not exactly a star - fallen or otherwise" because Anxo was kind of biased.
"You look good - really good."
Arian by contrast had opted against a full suit, pairing a shirt with silver-grey slacks and a waistcoat. The waistcoat had been silver too with subtle swirl designs but Arian had eschewed both tie and bow tie and had opted to wear his bottle earring and his half of the star pendant.
The rueful note slipped into his voice as he added quietly "And I'm sorry I'm late."
“We’ll see, I warn you though.” He paused to pop a cube of cheese in his mouth before chewing thoughtfully. After swallowing, he continued. “I warn you, if you invite her to something like this she will,” he emphasized that last word. “Monopolize my time.”
“Dancing is her passion and for years her and I were partners. She has a tendency of liking to show off a bit. Unfortunately she’s been struggling a bit to find someone to replace me.” Jenna could be a bit hard to bare because of how passionate she could be when it comes to her god given skill. True she was talented but she was not ready to join Dancing With the Stars quite yet. Her tolerance with failure when someone messes up is left something to be desired.
“Anyway, do you want to find us a seat?” Aiden motioned to where the tables were since holding his cup while balancing the plate on his arm was kind of uncomfortable and hard to juggle.
He shook his head and joined her in laughter - Robert had never been one for the gym, despite having an abundantly healthy appreciation for his own appearance. His forte was with his cleverness, not his physique though, to be fair, he'd never had a complaint about either. He tamed his tongue, though - there would be plenty of time later in the evening to assure her that he didn't mind going without, if she wanted to wear his tie.
Graceful arms wrapped around his neck and red eyes fixated on hazel. He offered her a wink as hands pulled her in even closer than before - even at the risk of potentially wrinkling his perfectly pressed suit.
"So are you enjoying yourself this evening, Ms. Spendel?"
"Thinking is overrated, beautiful. Embrace the moment."
As far as moments went, he was embracing one of the more beautiful ones at the Gala that evening. Hand at her side, fingers playfully squeezed the thin fabric of her dress as he led them around. His feet were in sync with hers, gently guiding them as he enjoyed the feel of soft fingers resting between his. It had been far too long since he'd taken the time to himself to savor the simple gifts of life, to get out and about and experience things again. Seal's Eye and the daunting tasks that he'd finally come to accept as his own had dominated his time and effort - but even as he wistfully wondered what certain dreamers were up to, that evening, he found himself enjoying the company of this beautiful stranger far too much to part ways.
Her giggling was endearing and Akio couldn't help but find himself smiling in response to her apparent giddiness over being waltzed around. "A graceful partner makes all the difference in the world, though..."
Offering an innocent expression, he looked her straight in the eye and mused softly, "I hope I wasn't being forward enough to steal you away from yours, tonight?"
She paused in her scavenging to stop and stare at her newest friend(/stranger/comrade in arms/food finding buddy/random person??). Had he just said what she'd thought he said? Did 'ol Tommy actually say that there was nothing that could pair up with waffles on the buffet table?
"You must not have had the proper kind of waffles, fella." She told him with one eyebrow rising, eyes glancing over to notice the chocolate fountain he'd mention, slowly inching her way towards the liquid sweetness. "Anything can go with waffles. You can have chicken with waffles and turkey with waffles - spaghetti with waffles, just gotta add a little garlic salt, fruit with waffles, cheese on waffles, waffle sandwiches..."
For someone in the medical field, he certainly wasn't using his noggin!!!
Shaking her head, pulled back blonde ringlets began to shake, daring to tumble down from the ponytail she'd pulled them back with. Some folks just didn't know decent eats, clearly.
"Ah'm a waitress," came the blunt answer - there was no reason to be ashamed, after all. She made money, she got to eat breakfast all day every day, it was the perfect role for a simple gal like her, "At the Waffle House. You should come down, sometime - Ah'll show you how well waffles can work with just 'bout anything!"
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