Eyes widened as the green haired siren beckoned him closer. Perhaps he had misjudged her earlier coyness for innocence? Not that it was a bad thing to be a confident woman, but it certainly painted a different picture when it came to her previous statements where....
Once again, unexpected movement on her behalf caught him off guard, silencing his flurry of thoughts and internalization. She turned away, giggling nervously and unable to look him in the eye. A slip of the tongue, then, a tragic phrasing with unintended consequences built behind its meaning. He opened his mouth to assure her it was more than alright when she was turning back again, this time bringing her nose to brush against his, a chaste Eskimo kiss paired with a request to linger in his presence.
Resistance was proving futile as he moved forward, the tip of his lip grazing against hers for a brief, achingly close moment before he pulled away and pressed a kiss on the dead center of her glabella.
Hands released their hold on her skirt as the world around him returned. The noise of the crowd heightened his reality check as the elite wined and dined with one another, other couples dancing and murmuring sweet nothing into each other's ears. This was a public place, nowhere appropriate for public affection, nor would he pride himself in taking advantage of an intoxicated stranger... no matter how tempting her soft lips might appear.
"I hear the city's Botanical Garden is enchanting at night time." The idea sprung to mind at the same time as he murmured it.
It was also tragically closed at nightfall, but that didn't stop his mischievous idea from being presented to his new companion. "We could borrow a couple glasses from the champagne table and take a stroll of our own in the moonlight, if that might interest you..."
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haha to anyone snooping who now has to google glabella
"Far be it from me to make you talk of anything else."
Eyelashes fluttered as she preened, enjoying the shiver of his warm breath against her ear. His aftershave was intoxicating - or was it simply their close proximity? Either way, she found herself burrowing against his chest, opting for a slower dance than any of the more formal, fancier styles they'd both been raised to perform in the public's eye. As far as Prissy was concerned, having Chase back out in the public eye was good enough for her.
Turning her head up towards his, she gently lifted up on the tips of her toes to press a kiss against his firm, rather seriously set jawline. Settling her heels back down, her cheek pressed against the silk of his tie, her feet falling between his as they slowly rocked back and forth.
"And exactly how many of these favors can you actually say in public?"
The humor was evident in her soft murmur, rose eyes closing as she savored the moment. After all, who knew if she would ever have one like it again?
His bump only sent her smiling, Jules doing her very best not to laugh at her dear friend's expense. It was clear that he was trying very hard to dance appropriately with her, though his struggling only added to the charm and endearment she'd already attached to him for the evening.
"Why Isaac, are you counting your steps?"
She watched as he continued to move his steps in time, one-two-three, one-two-three and she couldn't help but let out a giggle as her nose wrinkled in laughter. Her own feet did their best to match his, though moving at a much slower, much more relaxed pace. Her hands squeezed him gently and reassuringly as she followed after him, her nerves disappearing as quickly as the time.
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Totally had this scene/song in my head the entire time, bless
Lysander let his eyes wander around again, making mental notes of who had taste and the people who didn't know how to dress themselves, while Seth answered.
"Always good to have options." His smirk widened slightly at the offer for later that evening. "I hadn't made any plans for this evening so if you'd like to borrow me, please feel free."
He hadn't intended to go home with anyone but he didn't have anything else to do and Seth's company had been fun last time.
"You're going to want to get dressed up like a penguin again?" He smiled slightly.While Lucien was glad to have his hand back he hadn't meant to make Arin essentially run away. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything about his hand.
Running a hand through his hair he took a deep breath to steady himself and tried to go back to take pictures of the event while he waited. At this point he probably could use the wine, if not something stronger.
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2017 3:12 am
Caleb didn’t want Xi to have to leave…he seriously just…but…
Finally the brunette nodded. “All right. If you’re sure, then let’s head home, honey. I’m…I’m really sorry for ruining this for you…I honestly didn’t mean for this to happen.” He’d find a way to make it up to him though…maybe…well. Not tonight. There was nothing he could do tonight…but later…maybe they could have their own private gala and Caleb could dress all fancy and make food for Xi and…and they could just have a good time.
Or maybe he could make it up tonight. He had to do something…he wasn’t going to let Xi just look so sad. Not on his watch. He laced fingers with the other teen and tugged him towards the exit. This was fine.
It seemed the waitress wasn't quite yet done chewing out the guy who had bumped into them, and Kalani honestly had better things to do than glare at him all day, especially when she hadn't even found anyone to dance with yet.
Not that she actually had come here to dance, really; mostly, she had been here for the free food, and the chance to mingle with the rich people and look like she belonged among them. Not giving an answer to Basil's question, she left him to continue to be berated by the waitress, to be left to continue to pick up dropped food or whatever, and stalked off, in search of something more amusing to do. It was getting late, and Kalani noted that there were people starting to leave, much to her disappointment, because it meant that soon, she would have to leave, too, before someone caught her.
Oh well. At least, if only for a night, she had gotten to dress up and hang out with the elite.
The dancers were making her dizzy, as she stared out into the ever-moving crowd. Or maybe it was the press of people all around her. Or that faint, anxious knot that reminded her what had happened the last time she’d attended a ball, the light-headed feeling as her energy had slipped away, colourful masks turning to darkened auras. But that had been an event for the general public, while this was a much more private function. There were no masks to stop her recognising people. Only her own distraction by this or that dress detail as it swirled by. Some of those outfits must have cost thousands.
Her eyes lit on one couple, an adorable little girl in the flounciest gown, and a cutely formal teen boy, waltzing up a storm. It was super-cute to watch the way he was looking out for her, and they both looked like they were having such a good time. Perhaps that was why she overlooked the half-hidden eyepatch at first, failed to recognise the familiar face. She’d seen Benji scowl, and she’d seem him get angry, but his smiles were tightly rationed – to see him so truly joyful was almost like seeing another person. Gigi found her own smile rising easily to her lips, her tension melting away. This! This was what they were fighting for! So boys like Benji could smile and laugh and go dancing if they wanted to. So little tiny kids could safely be princesses. No battles, no fear. Gigi finally relaxed, genuinely glad she’d come.
She was quick to wave back when it seemed Benji had spotted her too, but her step faltered as she heard the words he called out. She’d never been ‘big sis’ to anyone before, and she almost looked around to see if Benji had a real sister standing behind her. But he was definitely looking at her. She hadn’t realised he thought of her that way, and it made her heart swell. She really needed to make more time to catch up with him, just hang out and laugh together and check he was okay. And that he would actually return to the shiny new hospital if he ever needed it. If he’d nominated her his big sister, then she had been granted full rights to gentle worried nagging.
She began to pick her way across the dancefloor towards the pair, but the floor was still packed, even if the music had let up. It seemed she was swimming against the tide.
Benji disappeared back towards the buffet before she could make it over, and then it seemed a little strange to approach the little girl alone, even with Benji’s long-distance introduction. She gave the little girl another smile and wave, and stepped away, backing off the dancefloor to where she could re-join them when Benji returned.
Gigi scanned the crowds again, noticing Benji detour from his original path to take the hand of another young man – aww, cute! They seemed to know each other, so she quietly crossed her fingers for him that he would get his dance.
Looking away from that scene, she finally spotted another familiar figure, earring distinctive against his long dark hair. But Arian was already talking to another man she didn’t recognise, and there was something about their body language together – she didn’t want to make assumptions, but she definitely wasn’t going to interrupt that!
She lingered by the dancefloor, trying not to spy too hard on either of her friends, though curiosity was monstrous. Benji’s little princess partner had found another man to dance with too, she noticed. It looked like everyone had a prince tonight. When would hers turn up, she wondered, a little wistfully. She’d probably be a terrible dancer, especially without a lesson from Little Princess, but the couples looked so elegant as they floated around the dancefloor. And Arian and Benji both looked so happy. It must be nice…
Well, maybe another night. For now, the buffet table held some terribly fancy-looking desserts, and with her friends busy, and the other partygoers getting a bit sloshed or occupied with their partners, hopefully nobody would notice if she just drifted over there for a while and tried out one of each.
This girl definitely wasn't used to high, or somewhat high society. Usually people were a bit more... careful with their fingers. Not that there would be many germs but... he probably wouldn't be eating a whole ton from the fountain now. He wondered what the good stuff would have been, though was slightly scared considering how much of an obsession she had with them, what could the 'good stuff' be?
However, as he was stuffing his own face with food as he was listening to her talk, she seemed to get scared of something and ran off before he could get her to repeat which Waffle House it was. He would just have to look it up later he guessed. He looked around to see what had scared her so much and looked to see a couple of, what seemed to be, bouncers following her direction. He hmphed. This gala was open to everyone and sure, she wasn't the best at all of this, but they had to expect some of this.
Ah well, at least that meant he could leave after eating all of this good food then considering he didn't seem to have anyone else to talk to and wasn't one for dancing. He quickly decided to eat as much food as he could, definitely concentrating on the mashed potatoes the most, before looking around and seeing if he could talk to any of the employees that were going to be working at the hospital.
At the end though he had only hung out for a little bit longer before deciding that it would be a good idea to go home, or at least he didn't want to spend any more time there.
"At least I know of one topic that will never bore you," he teased, enjoying the way she pressed against him. Priscilla had been easy to entice, from his perspective, because she was very much a daughter of the rich with certain expectations and gentleman like him - or rather monsters in the skin of gentlemen like him - knew how to meet and exceed such expectations.
Then again, hadn't Priscilla proved that she was more than capable of keeping his interest enough to keep him from straying, for the most part? The pink haired woman had certainly proved that she was ready for the challenge that came with being with him, rising to the occasion in an unexpected but beautiful manner. Chase had no intention of ever letting her leave him.
"Approximately four," he answered, throwing out a random number for the sake of the conversation. "I could whisper in your ear, all the things I might like, or after this dance, you and I can take our leave..." Purposely trailing off he moved one hand up her back, fingers running along her spine unit the pressed warmly against the exposed sink of her back.
Like this, Rory could pretend that it was just the two of them and they weren't at a fancy, formal dance surrounded by other people. Still marveled, with the tiniest bit of disbelief, that it was happening at all the young woman took a moment to inhale slowly, shakily, when she felt his breath on her check - the edge of her mouth. If she shifted, or he moved then...
There were worse places to have a first kiss, she mused, eyelid fluttering when she thought for that short, too brief moment that he was going to kiss her.
Lips grazed hers but didn't press against them and were gone, a motion so fleeting she would have thought she imagined it if her lips weren't tingling, pressing against the skin of her forehead instead. She sunk her weight back into her heels disappointed, because his grips was loosening and it felt like the sounds of everything else around them suddenly came crashing back down.
Gingerly her fingers smoothed out the wrinkles she had created on his suit and she put a little more space between them, not leaving but not setting herself up to be disappointed again. Being kissed seemed like a silly, foolish thing to want now. Hadn't she been gifted so much already this evening?
For one, brief and terrifying moment, Aurora thought that he was going to reject her or insist that she go back to whomever she came with, with her heart constricting as she watched him and waited. Akio was offering her a quiet stroll in the city's botanical gardens, which she hadn't been to in years, and her panic seemed to wash away like the waters of her dream worlds.
Of course, there was the tiny nagging of should you really leave with someone you don't know in the back of her head, but Rory wasn't worried. She thought that she was at least somewhat capable of taking care of herself. Probably.
"It's hard to turn down such an offer," she told him quietly, chewing on the inside of her cheek as she weighed her options. She had meant it when she said that she was interested in spending more time with him, how was she supposed to know anything about him if they didn't spend time together? "I - " A slight pause of hesitation as she glanced behind her briefly to look for the woman who brought her along.
He watched her hesitate again, readily prepared to accept the rejection that would come after she glanced back - probably looking for whomever it was that she had arrived with. It made sense; she seemed responsible, unsure about casting her worries to the wind and running off into the night with a charming stranger.
As she turned back towards him and accepted his offer, he felt his heart practically flip beneath the dark blue stitching that covered his chest.
"Then by all means, let us leave and continue this wonderful evening of ours elsewhere."
He took both hands in his, reaching up to kiss the back of one before releasing it and leading them both away from the dance floor with the other. It was a struggle, for a change, that Akio was forced to remember to keep his pace at a casual stroll and not the brisk speed he wanted to go at, the urge to separate themselves from the noisy ballroom growing stronger.
A second set of flutes were obtained, the lingering effects of the first still warming his thoughts and chest. One hand held firm to the glass, the other still entangled with hers. Fingers squeezed gently and he glanced down at his companion.
"I'd say...that I'm certainly feeling generous enough to entertain the idea of offering you a favor or two."
Her hips, which had been swaying gently to the music, stilled at his touch and she softly nuzzled the top of her head against the bottom of his, her cheek still firmly resting against the crisp, ironed grey shirt she'd helped pick out for the occasion.
They'd made their appearance, said their greetings and had proven to the world that neither was willing to hide in the shadows of Destiny City's elite society. Chase Black had returned, charming and determined as ever and she wasn't about to tuck tail and disappear from any of the gossip columns, regardless of whatever was still whispered about her unfortunate father.
"That mood may change, though," she mused idly as her arms unwrapped themselves from around his neck. As much as her body screamed at her for pulling away, she accepted the sudden, empty feeling as hands moved to slide down his arms. "So I'd suggest you take advantage of your opportunity and take me home now while you still can, sweetheart."
The nuzzling had him pause, halting as she did and he removed his hands from either side of her waist to cup her cheeks instead. When he dipped his head, clearly unashamed and uncaring of what watchful eyes might have been around, he pressed his lips against hers firmly. It wasn't quite the kind of kiss he wanted to give her, because he didn't want to hear about him messing up her make up while they were still in public, but it showed that he was at least, in some manner, proud to have her at his side.
"You are fickle sometimes, babe," he smirked, fingers sliding downward to press against the ever present reminder of their private affair, "so I better take advantage." It was easy to joke about such matters, because he knew that ultimately, Priscilla had a hard time denying or resisting him.
Though, he could say the same about himself.
If she was feeling so cheeky in the moment, it wouldn't hurt him to indulge her. Taking a hold of one of her hands, Chase led her off the dance floor and out of the Gala to collect his keys from the valet.
All and all, the event had proved to be a success, for him, and he was glad that he'd allowed her to convince him that they should attend.
It was unbelievably unfair how charming Akio was, because Rory felt that as time went on the more her inexperience and ineptitude showed. Yet, her handsome companion didn't show any signs of minding. The kiss to her hand sent her heart aflutter, again, and she wondered if it was possible to die of delight with the way her heart kept skipping beats and rattling in her chest. Overall, at least, she felt like she was less shy and overwhelmed and more surprised and delighted for it.
Allowing herself to be led off the dance floor as easily as she had let her self be led to, Rory had to tug on his hand approximately once in a silent request for him to slow down. After she had tripped not once, but twice on the skirt of her dress, she was worried about walking too quickly. Just because she could walk in heels didn't mean she could do it efficiently or well.
The idea of spending more time with him had her smiling with her lips pressed together in another poor attempt to hide how giddy she felt at the prospect.
Accepting the flute he offered her, assuring that they didn't have to stop holding hands - holding hands was nice and she'd really only done it once with someone who made her feel a little like Akio was now - she looked from the rim of the glass to his dark eyes.
Here it was, the now or never moment and once again, Rory looked for Jules and spotted her with her date. It would be fine. She would check in with her in the morning, even though she knew it would have been proper to say something now. But, the idea of leaving Akio even for a moment and shattering her quiet, private little fairy tale was not something she was willing to risk.
"I'm ready," she told him as confidently as she could muster, following him out the door without another thought.
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As the evening hours dwindle away, it is growing close to time for parting words from the Chief Medical Officer.
One of the raffle hostesses clears her throat - first, however, it is time to raffle off the prizes!
Thanks to the generous donation of several local establishments in Destiny City, they have a handful of gift cards to give away!
((The list is based off RPers that have posted, excluding your two hostesses + also, this does not interfere with the Immunization Raffle entries - no worries! This is a separate raffle altogether)))
"to err is human; to forgive, divine" - I slipped up and left Nuxaz out, so in exchange, adding another ticket into the other raffle on her behalf. Sorry, love!
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