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Ambrose turned back to Colche, clearing his throat apologetically. "I'm sorry... yes... it is a pretty song. Reminds me of my father." He admitted.


"But nevermind that... it's a party. You are right. we sould dance." He stood up, letting the song shift randomly - to something much more dancable - 'Thriller'.

He extended his hand. "Come on, ballerina - I will dance with you."

((No problem - class wil be ending rather soonish. So feel free to write her out after this :3))

Ambrose kept the moves simple and yet peppy. He held her hands out in front of them and kept a smile on his face. A few times, he would sing along with the music in an attempt to bring forth a smile or a laugh from Colche.

He drew attention to the simple foot movements that he kept up. "Do you like dancing, Colche? You are dressed as a dancer." He smiled.

Aside from a few low points, Ambrose really was enjoying himself tonight. ANd he was happy helping Colche learn. He had surprised himself in how much he was enjoying instructing Amaya in learning fencing. Perhaps teaching was more enjoyable than he had given it credit for..

Ambrose jivved across the dancefloor with Colche along to the song, letting depressing thoughts of home and his previous life drift away from his mind wiht the lively present. Costumes, good food, friendly people, and fun music. For that moment, Ambrose let himself enjoy himself.

Finally, the song drew to a close and he walked her to the edge of the tent as she gave him the wide yawn. "Sleepy, Colche? It is late. I hope that you sleep well, and have nice dreams." He smiled.

He paused as it appeared that she was debating something. But before he could ask what it was, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. His surprise melted to a warm fuzzy feeling as she was obviously moving forward in her confidence - both in him and her. He smiled tenderly and returned the hug. "Nice dance, Colche." He said quietly. "And I will see you again later." He patted her back and stepped back, watching her bolt out into the night.

Aubrey stuck close to MOreau's side, her flesh-golem costume looking quite impressive. She had spent hours on her make-up, and had then spent even more hours trying to convince Moreau to actually take her to the party. She was quite upset it was so late by the time he agreed, but she tried not to let it show. Moreau's Dr. Frankenstein/mad scientist outfit was insanely easy to throw together given how... unkempt he already was due to his obsessive dedication to whatever new project he was working on.

She took the glass of punch, but was more interested in seeing how else was about. She eyed the karaoke machine and cracked a smile.

"Oh... I dunno..." she said, leaning into him a bit with a smile. "There's dancing. Or maybe if I get you drunk enough there's karaoke or bobbing for apples." She didn't give any indication she was joking, except for a twinking in her eye.

Ambrose had just finished refilling his plate after Colche had departed (he had never gotten the opportunity to actually eat when he was intending on it as she had distracted him) and was taking a sip of the bubbling punch when he nearly choked as he saw a familiar couple entering the tent. He hadn't seen either of them in a while... especially the "gentleman" - if one could really call him that.

He swallowed awkwardly, coughing a little to try to make up for the drink nearly going down the wrong tube and/or out his nose uncomfortably to regain some semblance of decorum. He hadn't expected them to actually show up personally. Well, maybe Aubrey, but not Moreau. And he apparently was appropriately dressed as a mad scientist. Of course, among them all, he was the least in costume - including Awen. Aubrey was a matched set - some sort of Frankenstein apparently.

Ambrose lingered by the table, waiting to see what they would do, taking a bite of the meatball on the toothpick.

Moreau began to dance with Aubrey as he looked around at the subjects that were present and the mess that had been made so far. They were all in for a suprise soon though he doubted they would appreciate his genius.

Moreau went through all the motions of the ballroom dancing he'd been taught. He didn't know much else and probably looked a bit silly considering the music. Still he wanted to make Aubrey happy for the night.

(Thread is going to stay open to wrap this RP, appologize for any inconvience)