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Jada was free for dancing, hmm?

That made Dale get up from the bar, and by the time Jada was coming down the stairs, she was waiting at the bottom. She didn't know Jada's stance on women, and frankly didn't care. She had turned girls before, and even if there was no chance... one dance didn't hurt, did it? It was about time for Dale to get out there, anyway, since couples were already starting to move towards the dance floor.

"Well, before your dance card gets too full, might I ask our lovely hostess for the first dance?"

Dale grinned devilishly, the light reflecting in her diamond earrings. She extended an open palm towards the disguised senshi of tentacle rape battle, and tilted her head.

"I thought it might be fun, at least until the men start lining up for your hand, hmm?"

Damian didn't take too long at the bar, he was only getting water after all. Soon he had made his way back to Alessa's side, offering her the glass. "There you go," He stood there for a minute, observing the newcomers before he looked back to Alessa. "So, do you go to Meadowview? Your face is familiar, but I don't think we've met before. I would remember a pretty face like yours." He smiled in what he hoped to be a charming manner.

-She was late. Well.. kind of.

From 7:50 - 8:00 Aurora Namid had stood outside the Fondue Haus, rereading and reevaluating her decision to come for the umpteenth time. She was not a party sort of girl... the thought of... milling around and chatting idley for hours had never appealed to her. And yet.. she'd settled on a sad truth today. If she weren't doing this.. she'd more than likely be milling around doing nothing. Which was even worse.

As the sound of the hostess' voice range through the doorway Aurora sucked in her breath, pushing her way into the resteraunt with purpose. She had to do it now, before she lost the nerve. Think of it as a training in socializing. Nobody looked up to wallflowers. People looked up to those that were charming and vibrant.

Her fingertips swirled her name into the guest book, before she glanced up, smoothing the fabric of her baby pink dress. So many people... so many that already knew each other and were already chatting and enjoying themselves.

Sigh... wasn't it rude to burst into conversations? Forcing a polite smile to herself, Aurora inclined her towards the hostess, before making her way lightly through the growing crowd.

On the brightside, even if the night was a total dud there would totally be good food.-

Fortunately for Tate, Alessa didn’t shout any more to catch her attention, as Damian came back quickly with her glass. “Thank you.” She took a sip of the refreshing water. This was not a very fancy drink, but again, she always loved the plain stuff better.
She grinned back. “Yes, I’m from Meadowview! But I only arrived here a few months ago” she explained, a spiel that had become common for her, “So… huh…”
Yeah, she was still bad with compliments. She looked down, hesitating to keep eye contact with him. Her body language, however, was telling a lot on the fuzzy feeling she was having, from her wriggling foot to the hand behind her back. Secretly, she hoped in return Tate didn’t notice her presence, after all.
“Ah, but I’m… I’m not that special…”
It was also hilariously easy to charm her. (Maybe the part about her having had a boyfriend wasn’t too hard to swallow after all.)

Ladon interrupted before she could answer Alessa, a grace which she was happy of, even if it was a denial of her request to be hidden. "You're right," she said, "you hide behind me instead, I will protect you from the ravaging girlchildren who want to date you." And she smiled, not meanly. She would have died if Mariska had, in fact, succeeded in bringing her to the Johanssons' party, as her mother wasn't exactly subtle in her desire to marry off her daughter to their son. Their son was an a**.

She sighed, hanging her head, and then straightened again; she could look like a graceful young lady if she wanted. Sure, she was a six-foot-tall Amazon but she was going to look good being a six-foot-tall Amazon. (Tate did not seem to notice Ladon's confusion at the suddenly appearance of OMG GIRLY CURVES!!!, being used to being seen as a gangly boyish type of girl.) "I'll take them off after we sit," she said, finally uncrossing her arms. For having practically no chest on a good day, she had a lot of cleavage...

Someone said her name, not her preferred name, her full name. It was a voice she knew. It was a voice she had never considered would be heard here, at a Singles' Awareness dance. Like a scene from a movie, the boy she had called a unicorn had popped up and now. Now Tate just wanted to hide. "Well, um," she said, still staring at the head of teal hair. "Let's go sit down! Come on." She grabbed Ladon's hand and, thinking that Alessa seemed to have found a friend, began to head to the stairs. How many people fit at one table? Would Howl want to sit with her? Could she bear such humiliation?

Best to head it off now. Find out. Still pulling Ladon along with her, she stopped in front of Howl and smiled. "Hello," she said, blinking with surprise when she recognized his friend; wasn't that the boy she'd played Battleship against back in November? "This is Ladon. Would you and your friend like to sit with us? I mean. At the same table."

Ohgod. Tate wanted to leave. Maybe Ladon would go to McDonalds with her. "Only if you want to," she finished lamely, blushing a little in a way that made her eyes look much greener than normal.

Elke waved after Grayson, bemused for a moment until she saw he'd approached Fallon and Imogen. Oh, she was so glad he was seeing friends, it was such a nice thing to see him smile again, she never wanted to see Grayson the way he'd been after hearing about Jude again. She clapped her hands together and smiled, headed over to the guest book and signed it. "Hello, Melinda," she said, and then she was wandering off to check on Grayson from a spot near the stairs. He still looked okay. Talking to Imogen--oh, they'd be so cute together, except... Something shied from thinking about that, something deeper than the part of her that knew her brother preferred boys. Why would she envy Imogen? Elke made a face, adjusted the flowers in her hair, and then hurried off to throw herself on Pierrette.

"Pierrette, mon amie," she said, hugging the younger girl and giving her a kiss on each cheek. "Gosh, I feel so underdressed, look at you! You're gorgeous, like Glinda the Good Witch or something. Do you want to sit together? The Princess might come later, we could all sit together in a group! Please let's sit together!"

Actually, surprisingly enough, Melody was running late herself, and she didn't appreciate such things either. She blamed her mother.

"But it's good to be fashionably late!" the woman had cooed out with a wide smile, as she finished the final touches to Melody's make-up. "It'll draw more attention to yourself!"

She cringed at the memory, wishing she had been able to sneak in her own make up to redo it on her own. Her mother had forbidden it and she had no choice but to go along with it. Could have been worse, she had to remind herself. They could have never decided on a dress and she'd be forced to wear whatever her mother wanted her to. Melody made a face and moved to sign herself in.

Only after did she move into the party, wondering if she could find the woman who had set such a thing up and thank her for the invite (it was the polite thing to do). She fixed the grip on her bag then glanced around to see if she knew anyone there, as well as hoping to find Azzo and apologize for her late arrival.

Awkwardness, it was Marlo's long time companion and occasional drinking buddy. If he drank. Which he didn't. Elzo drunk was bad enough, no need for HIM to get drunk as well at such occasions. At being introduced, Marlo felt himself find a familiarity. Formal dinner parties and being the odd man out did that to you. Once you realized it was just like any other posh party, you were good.

Well, this one would be less filled with snobs and cranky old men, so, in that, it was a hundred times better.
"Landon." Grabbing the boy's hand he didn't so much shake as give a tight squeeze. Oops. He was just a little stressed. Giving the smaller boy a weak apologetic look, Marlo turned his gaze to the girl. Tate he knew how to deal. Tate was a girl in a pretty dress. Marlo could deal with girls in pretty dresses. Most of the time anyway. Taking her hand he gave it a kiss. Sue him, it was how he was taught. And a bit of his own tactics. "Miss Tate. A pleasure."
"Howl, I...think we may have chased of that Landon boy. Tate, is he your cousin perhaps? He seems a bit young to be at well." A party for singles? "A high school setting."