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 Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 7:41 pm
It got a blink, slow and surprised, and then Ever smiled at her: it spread across his face and took it over, like he couldn't quite believe that. But it was true. At a glance, and with Cee, there was a certain aura of something awkward about him, something that seemed like he might fade away and go shy. Something uncomfortable. "It's you, Cee." It just wasn't exactly right. He shook his head, sipping at his drink, dark eyes snapping off of her face to take in the room around them. "You make me self-conscious. On my own, I'd have nothing to worry about; I've never done poorly for myself." The drink wasn't bad, but it was somewhat less alcoholic than his norm. Ever wasn't a foodie. he'd order a burger, because it was cheap but probably good, and something strong and similar to lighter fluid, because it would get him drunk. These things weren't for fun exactly. They were to achieve certain goals. But with Cee there, he'd indulge, considering how to explain. "I'd go dance like an idiot and accidentally bump into someone cute, and if he didn't punch me, I'd flirt and be funny until he decided I was worth it." He shrugged, at her, eyebrows raised. "Every time I've had a girl or a coworker with me, though, they try for someone who finds me interesting or cute. Second date material." A beat, considering, and he drank again. "******** that."
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 8:02 am
Cee watched him order something hard. She reserved that for later in the night, after she danced and some guy wanted to ply her with alcohol in hopes of getting lucky. "Sounds like a personal prob." She laughed at Ever. "Blamin yer s**t on other people bein there." Cee waved a dismissive hand. "Ascuses. But at least I ain't gonna try to pair you up wit some 'nice boy'. I ain't gonna pair you up at all. Dat's yer job boyo." His 'method' sounded like s**t in her opinion too but if it worked to get laid, whatever floats your boat. "After this food though!" Here it came, quick as bar food should be, "We are gon'be dancin."
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 10:39 am
"Yeah." He shook his head just a little, trying to put his world back in check: but with Cee around, things had a tendency to feel off-kilter. Just a little bit. He'd eat, and he'd drink, and that would help just a little bit; watching her with his head cocked and licking ketchup from the corner of his mouth. The food wasn't bad. "Did you take lessors or something?" He paused, at that, realized how distant the context was, "dancing, I mean. Or is it just from a life of debauchery?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 11:41 am
"Well.." She munched, holding up a finger to give her a second. "I actually did take like ballet'n jazz'n tap when I was a tiny little thing." Cee grinned. "But I quit. My parents tho, got the video of us all at a recital wit our forced a** smiles doing robot moves. But the tutus were the shiiiit." More munching happened before she spoke again. "Mostly just frequent dancin... like we would go ta dances in middle school at a neighborhood boys club thing. Like once'a month. Then proms and by then we were gittin in clubs wit fake IDs so..." It wasn't lessons but if frequent dancing counted as practice, practice makes perfect. "Oh my gahd haha do you awkward dude dance?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 10:41 pm
"No." He said it immediately, and then pause, quirking a smile at Cee as he took a long sip of his drink. "Maybe. A little." Ever picked at the last of his food, in an absent and disinterested way, eating because it was there and not because he was really hungry, while he considered how to answer. "I can ballroom. Foxtrot and swing and a really awkward cha cha if that's what you're into." Old people dancing. He seemed amused by it at least, instead of embarrassed, dunking a fry in ketchup and shrugging. "Lots of church dances, growing up, and they taught us all that. But that's not appropriate here so mostly I just move around." When he wasn't self-conscious, it wasn't too terrible. It wasn't Brady-bunch thumbs-out, at least. It just wasn't very rhythmic. Appealingly goofy, perhaps.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:05 am
"Catholic school." She said after swallowing some fried nugget of goodness that made her go 'mmmmhmmm'. "So we didn't git lotsa dances. Proms an'all but the nuns were like crazy stalking around. But you know catholic school girls," she winked, "we're the ******** woooooorst. Lotsa bathroom shenanigans." She was actually impressed to know he could really dance. She wouldn't mind learning that, "Yo you should teach me sometime. Dancin's sposed ta be good fer gittin in shape. Ya know football players do like ballet an's**t." Because facts like that were important if you ever had aspirations of being an athlete's wife. "Maybe you could do dance classes.. haha oh my gahd could you see like Rep or Taym doin tha cha cha.. hahahaha.." She dissolved into laughter enough to pause her eating and drinking.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:11 pm
"We should put together a cheesy high school dance like the movies." For some reason, this idea lit up Ever's face -- far more than he should have. He polished off his drink and sat back, grinning at Cee while he considered. "Cheap balloons that won't stay up, one of those arch things, crappy dresses for the girls and really ugly ties for the guys. I never got any of that s**t, but I want it, before I'm old enough for it to be creepy." Maybe it already was. He shook his head just a bit, eyes wandering out into the crowd while he considered. "...and then we can spike the punch and actually have some fun."
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 7:50 am
"Ya know I bet a buncha them never had proms. Some'a them are so young lookin. Have you seen that kid Gale he's like 17 or something? But he's like super high rank in my division. That s**t is crazy." Deus was crazy, having children do this stuff. "We should do it. I bet we could get America in on it cause they got that old school they are fixin up an's**t." She was on board Ever, so if this was not a serious plan, it is now.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 1:29 pm
"...are you serious?" He was laughing, but it'd melt away slowly, into something puzzled and then thoughtful, his eyebrows knitted into a knot in the middle of his forehead. In all honesty, it wasn't a terrible idea. "Have you been to the school, Cee? I mean, I bet America'd love it, it could be like an opening party for the school, but...it's still such a wreck." He leaned forward, slowly, elbows on the table to shake his head at her. "We could suggest it, but then she'll probably make us help clean up the rest. In the basement."
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2014 10:58 am
"Mmmm.." Was her debate with a mouth full of drink, a drink that was now pretty much gone. "Nope we aint gotta do s**t. We use the America method back on'er. A case'a beer, some pizzas, maybe a boombox or some s**t. People'a clean it FOR us." She was now determined to carry this plan out. "We're doin it." A long nail pointed at him definitely. "But.. we gon'dance now." She was already bopping from some electronic sound that blared from the other room with every swing of the door. With a tab secured with the bar, she started to stand, and grabbed Ever to drag him with into the flashing, writhing, room of dancers.
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