The phone was quick to click, capturing the moment in Prissy's photo gallery, to join the other various other snapshots she'd taken before and during the event thus far.
Flipping the phone back around, she quickly glanced at the result - okay, so Regan darling could have done a little bit better in the smile department but the two girls looked fantastic as it was and that suited Prissy just fine. After all, she looked okay... and wasn't that the important thing, at the end of the day?
Pausing, the younger girl's words suddenly decided to sink in. Wait... what?
"Are you enjoying yourself so far? And what do you mean, you've never danced??"
How could someone have made it this far in life and never so much as danced? Where in the world had Regan been hiding? Under a car???
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Queenie Powers
Tonight was practically magical.
When Suri had told her that they'd be attending a gala on the behalf of her new employer (or would it be employer's employer, technically speaking?) she'd been over the moon in how ecstatic her reaction was to the blonde woman's request. They'd gone out, they'd shopped, they'd come away with two beautiful dresses and now - now - she was getting to show herself off. For once, she wasn't behind the catering table but was standing among the elite and powerful. Sure, she wasn't one of them exactly but all of that could change in a heartbeat.
After all, it'd worked for Cinderella, hadn't it?
Eyes glanced over to her superior (her mentor? her teacher? She was still trying to figure out the best label to give Ms. Ellis) and Queenie frowned slightly. "Dancing at these sorts of gatherings usually requires a partner, ma'am."
Just another reason for some rich, handsome young (or old??) man to notice her and insist on whisking her off her not-so-name-brand heels and welcome her into the world of the glamorous and wealthy.
Shifting against the wall, she put on her best smile anyways. "It's okay, Ms. Ellis. I enjoy your company - did you need me to get you a refill on your drink?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2018 11:14 pm
Regan Flores
To be frank, Regan wondered if this was remotely close to having a female friend felt like. She, herself, wasn't exactly the image of a female role model. She wanted to ease back but she was drawn up into the energy and whirlwind that was Prissy, and too afraid to lose the first real connection with another girl, she tried her best to keep up.
"I'm not used to things like this." She blurted out and immediately regretted it, her voice lowering so that Prissy could on hear. "I'm not....savory company for these things." Shame almost filled her . "I am a mechanic. Not a princess."
Her body sagged a bit and she looked away. This was most definitely a mistake and she wondered just how she would be able to fit in the world that Chase and Prissy and Suri could all exist on.
She changed the subject though, because this was Prissy's birthday and the woman deserved to be happy. "I do not know how to dance, but don't worry Prissy!" Regan tried to smile but it came out as a small quirk in the lips and that was it. She wasn't sure what exactly she could do at the moment.....
A blend of bafflement, incredulity, and slight irritation was glazed over with a thin layer of composure in the look Jack gave his match-made date. He hadn't known what idiot had filled out the matchmaking fundraiser questionnaire at Romano's under his name, but whomever it was, they must have hated his guts. With all the pranks he had played on his schoolmates over the years, he supposed this was just a small piece of karma coming around to be a pain in his a**. Still, he hadn't been able to turn down the chance to see what kind of person he had been matched up with, even if it the information given on him was probably inaccurate. Jack had succumbed to the clutches of curiosity yet again and was beginning to regret it more and more profoundly.
Her high energy and enthusiasm for the ball made him feel tired just looking at and listening to her. He'd agreed to go as her escort because he hadn't felt like putting in the work to try to take her on a typical date. Not that he knew what a typical date usually consisted of, but he certainly didn't care to know now. At least he'd attended one other ball prior, so he felt he more or less knew what to expect. Because there were so many people there, if either Jack or Lovina got bored of one another, there were plenty of others for them to mingle with.
As it so happened, one of the hosts of the ball - Trey Cameron - was vaguely familiar to Jack. The redhead doubted the older teen remembered him, but they had met briefly during the Bootanical Gardens event around Halloween of last year - the same time he'd met his younger brother, Rowan. He'd stuck with the pair because they'd been with Elex, but thinking back to that time now just made Jack's mood go sour. He was somewhat curious if Trey had known what had become of his sibling or who had been responsible for Rowan's fate, but not enough to want to find out.
It was so peculiar; this contradictory, simultaneous feelings of both wanting and not wanting to see Rowan Cameron or Elex Yorke at this ball. The notion made his heart rate rise and he tried to identify why in order to reason himself out of his state. If he saw either or both, he wasn't sure what he would have done. A series of ideas played through his mind, ranging from prostrating himself and begging for forgiveness to carrying out elaborate psychological and physical torture. He wasn't quite ready to tackle that tangled mess of emotions at this time or place, he finally decided, and tossed it aside to address only if the need arose.
In the meantime, there was Miss Lovina Lee to occupy him. Sure, he could have tried to ditch her, but he still hadn't quite gotten a measure of her yet and he was determined to stick it out until he had. He didn't want to misjudge or underestimate her just because of how she came off to him so far.
"Come on, Jack!"
It was getting increasingly difficult not to, though.
Did she seriously want him to dance? He cast her a self-deprecating smile and removed one hand from his pockets to wave at her. "You're doing just fine on your own, seems like. What do you need me for? I'm not all that great." Not like he knew all that much about dancing, let alone as a couple.
He readjusted his burgundy thrift store suit which was now probably one of the nicest things he owned. Faustite's murder of his parents had not only made him an orphan, but had turned his old home into a crime scene and robbed him of many of his personal belongings when everything had been confiscated as evidence. If only he'd at least been able to keep that fancy masquerade ensamble he'd saved up so much money for.
On second thought, maybe it was best it was lost to him. It was soaked in memories of his former infatuation with the Negaverse captain. The outfit, like his small knowledge of ballroom dancing, had been obtained by Jack with Elex and Rowan in mind, after all. He had wanted to impress them. Lovina? Not so much. But he supposed that also made it a little easier to spend time with and be around her. There was no concern she would somehow be able to slip through the cracks in his defenses like others had done. At least not as far as he could tell yet.
Watching her flounce about in her multi-layered skirt, Jack returned his hand to his pocket. She was pretty enough if nothing else. Maybe someone more interested in getting close to her would oblige her request in his stead. He had wanted to find out more about her, sure, but how could anyone learn much about someone else if they were tiring themselves breathless like that?
Well...slow songs allowed for conversation. And ballroom dancing could be slow. If he kept thinking about the past, he would never be able to move beyond it. For now, he had no reason to let it to hold him back, so why should he have? Stop making excuses.
His hand left the safe confines of his pant pocket once more - this time to cup around his mouth as he called out to the other redhead. "I'll dance with you when the next slow one comes on."
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She listened intently as the young woman explained about her love for sewing and knitting. Now that was something she knew how to do, that and crocheting. Though she wouldn't say she was a master at it or anything. The only things she could make doing either was a scarf or blanket, she didn't think she'd have the patience to make anything else. "Oh that's really awesome! You're pretty diverse in your skills then, you could probably open your own business one day or at least a small booth during craft fairs or something." She was certain that Evren had probably already thought about things like that but she still thought to mention it since it had popped into her mind.
Looking around as she said her next words she gave a nod of her head. This place was fairly large so it would be pretty easy to get lost in here, especially if the boy wasn't sure what his suitor to be looked like. Though given it was the grandmother setting her up, she probably showed the boys pictures and was like 'you'll love my grandaughter' sorta stuff. Giving a light laugh she could only imagine how all that would work out with good ole Grandma playing matchmaker. "You have to give her props though, I didn't think most grandparents tried to do stuff like that anymore. I think it's sorta cute." Smiling at her she opened her small bag of chocolate and took a piece of candy from it, plopping it in her mouth.
"I'm really glad I was able to stumble upon your table too Evren. Perhaps we can exchange numbers and we can meet up sometime?" She offered to her hoping she'd made a new friend.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2018 7:56 am
Noah Jones
"I don't know what the ******** you're talking about." Noah retorted, red brows furrowing as he looked down at his shorter spouse. He only had vague recollection of the supposed 'spaghetti' thing when he'd woken up the next day. According to Paul, he'd eaten enough food to feed six without pause, or more surprisingly a stomach ache, including his husband's food.
He remembered none of it, except that he'd been bitten by some creature and it had made him itch enough to warrant the bandage he had to wear for a few days following.
"Just because I want to eat doesn't mean I'm going to eat a lot." Annoyed, Noah swatted Paul's hand away. "Knock it off, you're gonna ruin my mood if you keep this up."
He took the plate almost begrudgingly.
While his spouse went straight for the protien, Noah made up a small but balanced plate of food the consisted of greens, vegetables, potatoes, a piece of fruit, and a single serving of meat. He might have been feeling food in that moment but he knew he wasn't prone to eating too much so he wasn't going to overfill.
He waited for Paul at the end of the table.
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Her cheeks were pink with a blush and she kept her gaze down, focusing on picking appropriate meat free food items for her plate. She knew what he was doing and it was sweet, but only served to make her feel more uncomfortable because no matter what her boyfriend said, she never saw the things in herself that he claimed to see.
So, she said nothing in response.
Sitting down at the table was easy enough when he pulled her seat out for her and she offered him a tentative smile. She was just feeling her nerves, that was all. They'd subside eventually.
"You have your own potatoes, Akio," she said flatly, even if the smile tugged at her mouth. "Eat your own food before trying to steal mine dummy."
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2018 8:46 am
Chase Black
His jaw ticked again, adam's apple bobbing as he took in the slight tremble of Banks's hands and the way he set things down too harshly. He knew the look of a man unraveled no matter how hard the lawyer tried to hide it.
"Next time, I would prefer to find out from you and not some over exuberant person from your firm who sounds more cocky than confident. I do business with you, not your partner. Not your interns. You." The meaning was clear, shape up or you're fired. As much as he would prefer to not seek out a different legal team for his company and himself personally, if he couldn't count on what he deemed the more competent lawyer then he would take his business elsewhere.
"Make room in your schedule for a meeting sometime next week. I have some things I want to go over you with." It wasn't a request and this would likely be the true test of whether or not Banks & Moore would be retaining any of his business. Chase seemed like he was considering something before he spoke up again. "If you need assistant taking care of those personal matters, I have several contacts I could refer you to but we can discuss that next week."
He stepped back, gaze shifting to watch as his girlfriend coaxed the more quiet of their companions to dance. Amusement flicked across his features for a brief moment before he looked away. "Enjoy the event, Banks." His smile held no warmth in it, but Chase didn't allow Banks much time to react when he was stepping away.
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Fiona had been waiting patiently for her boyfriend to return when Zach had found her and brought a girl over with him. Her surprise was indicated only in the slight lift of her brows, otherwise she offered a welcoming smile to the girl and went straight for a hug from Zach.
"Hi Zach," she greeted, pulling back to take in his suit and the way he'd styled his hair. It was a look very different from what she was used to, but a good look nonetheless. "You clean up well."
Fiona looked and sounded like a proud mother.
She didn't get a chance to properly greet Melody because her other son friend was bounding over like an excited puppy, something he had yet to lose and she adored. The forehead kiss had her laughing, eyes crinkling in the corners. "Hello to you too Khaleel. And who is-- oh." She was surprised to see Lilith, if only because she didn't know that Khaleel knew her, or that he was possibly dating.
When did he start dating??
"Hi Lilith," she greeted, glancing back at her boyfriend who'd returned and was busy adding flowers to her hair. Happy, she leaned in to kiss his cheek. "It's lovely, thank you."
"Ah, forgive me." She offered her hand to Melody. "I'm Fiona, it's lovely to meet you." Her other hand reached for Pat's. "Pat, this is Zach, Lilith, and Khaleel." each person was introduced with a gesture of her hand.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2018 9:55 am
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The small scoff she responded with was more playful than mean. “Of course I do, silly. Come on, I’ll show you a few tricks - you don’t mind dancing with another girl, do you?”
One hand offered a dismissive wave at her own comment while the other took hold of Regan’s wrist and started dragging her off towards the dance floor. “Of course you don’t, who would? And it’s with me so you know you’re in good hands.”
She managed to spot a certain one-legged woman on their way there but made a valiant effort to completely ignore Suri’s existence as she made their way towards the edge of the alloted dancing section. There might have been a soft hmph in passing but she held her tongue. No one, no one, was going to ruin today for her!
Settling into position, she arranged Regan’s hands into an acceptable pose before making an example of her own motions to give the girl better ideas.
“See? Like this. Easy, right?”
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2018 10:01 am
Paul Jones
He knew he’d ******** up when Noah’s tone had changed and the grown man winced as he was more or less dismissed for the moment from his date of the evening. He shook his head and bit his tongue - s**t - this was not how tonight was supposed to go. The only trip-up was supposed to come when they hit the dance floor and Noah had to navigate around Paul’s two left feet, not right here at the goddamn dinner table to start with.
His plate looked horribly unbalanced in comparison to his spouse’s. Various forms of meat - roast, steak, fish, sausage - decorated the plate along with potatoes and a pitiful amount of vegetables beneath the layer of meat upon meat. It all looked appetizing as hell, but noting the perturbed look on the ginger’s face made his hunger begin to fade. Ugh, crap.
When he arrived at the end of the line, Noah was waiting for him. As much as he wanted to take a possessive arm and sling it around his irritable partner, he resisted the urge and chose to instead simply walk alongside him back to their table. Spotting their jackets as their table markers, he slid his plate onto the white linen tablecloth before reaching over and plucking up both his and his spouse’s outer attire.
“I’ll bring these to coat check.”
He wasn’t going to fumble up anything else and cost Noah his appetite for the evening. Better to give him a few minutes of space to cool down, he figured.
Paul was gone for roughly five or so minutes.
When he came back, though, his hands were noticeably curled. He took his seat alongside his partner’s and offered one out, slowly relaxing his fingers to reveal the soft little rosebud that sat in his palm, petals uncrumpled. His other hand opened to reveal a matching flower, Paul setting his to the side of his plate.
“I saw these and thought of you.”
Words were never his forte, so it was best to keep his reasoning brief, though he fumbled through his explanation. “Money goes to a good cause. It was a flower ‘n I know you like flowers. Well, flowers in dirt and s**t, but I mean…”
Akio Yoshida
“Yeah, but I’m your dummy,” he teased back affectionately, only taking his seat once she’d settled into hers.
His chaotic plate was just as delicious as he’d assumed it would be. Vegetables were scooped alongside his fish, rice alongside his carbs - there was no rhyme or reason to his culinary combinations but the young man seemed to be enjoying himself fully by the time his plate was half empty.
Aurora, bless her, was a quiet beauty who took to her plate just as daintily as she sat. He made a show of glancing around their table in case anyone was watching (they weren’t), before dipping his hand to the underside of her chair and tugging it closer to him. One arm moved out to wrap protectively around the backside of her chair while his fork continued to scoop up his meal. Mindful that his mouth was clean, he leaned over to nuzzle her ear, pressing a kiss directly below the lobe before whispering, “We should sneak back off to the garden later, if you’re up for it. This dancing doesn’t look like our style.”
Pulling back, he cheerfully popped the next biteful of food into his mouth and smiled.
Robert Banks
He felt his heart begin to sink.
By the end of the warning (or verbal tongue lashing - it seemed to be both one and the same), he felt about as tall as the table. Being told off by clients wasn’t ideal but it wasn’t also entirely rare. Most of the clients upset with him or his firm were dealing with judgements made against their liking, or that they didn’t receive as much money in a settlement as they’d desired. Never had he been at risk for losing a client due to incompetence and the fact that he was even this close to the edge stung worse than any physical injury.
Red blossomed across pale cheeks at the mention of Black offering his contacts to assist in personal matters, Robert wondering just how much the man could assess from his appearance as to what his matters might be. Black was a mysterious one - he knew his s**t, clearly, to have made it this far in life outside of Daddy’s pocketbooks but the idea that he was setting himself out to be exposed and vulnerable for the world to assume about…
… well, it didn’t exactly help matters.
“Yes sir. Please let me know when is a best time for you and I’ll arrange things accordingly.”
His response sounded automatic, like his brain was set on cruise control and he was doing his damndest just to survive this encounter. He’d come out too soon, he should have stayed at home. But now that Black was leaving - “Have a good evening sir” - he could take his leave and actually leave.
Scooping up the candy bag, he returned to his phone to search out the Lyft application as nervous fingers pressed the wrong icon and he cursed under his breath, trying to reach back to his Home section. Legs were already on the move towards the exit - the faster he could get out of there, the better.
A flash of grey among all the black color caught his attention though, followed by an unmistakable shade of white.
Was that…. could it be?
The phone was quickly forgotten as he froze in place, staring off towards the teenager that idled to one side. For the love of God and all that was holy, Pietro Kavinsky had arrived to the Ball and Robert Banks couldn’t have felt a bigger sense of relief. Feet detoured from the exit towards the taller man and he couldn’t help the surprised expression still plastered onto his tired face.
“You made it.”
The disbelief was clear in his voice as he shook his head. For the first time that evening, a genuine smile played on one side of his mouth as hazel eyes glanced around. “Did you bring your date for the evening? I don’t see a mop of curls lingering around…” He paused, eyebrows lifting. “....Please tell me she’s not setting fire to the kitchen.”
She had survived the donation table with a fine boutonniere in the pocket of her shirt, her jacket folded over her arms ever since it was spilled on, and she'd been allowed to stay after a disastrous series of events.
So far, this shindig was nothing that she was expecting and Adaline didn't know if that made it more interesting or not. She hadn't seen anything that was really unusual about the event, but it was still rather early and she wanted to get the full scoop.
Or learn something interesting because the only thing she'd learned so far was that fancy events made her clumsy and she'd barely managed to talk her way into staying.
While shirking around the area to sniff out the hosts of the party, but not the one that gave her the look Adaline didn't pay attention to where she was going and definitely bumped into someone.
"Oh shoot! Sorry! Sorry!"
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Noah Jones
Noah picked at his food with the provided fork when Paul offered to take their coats to be checked. He barely glanced up, prongs busily chasing a runaway tomato across his plate, grunting in response and waving the man off. Struggling to keep his mood in check, Noah stabbed the tomato and was mid-chew when his spouse returned.
Only then did he look up to see the flower that Paul was nervously offering him.
"You're a sap," Noah huffed, but there was an unmistakably pleased grin on his mouth when he leaned over and tilted the older man's face towards his own. "But I like it," he mumbled, right before he kissed him. Plucking up Paul's flower he fixed it to the front of his shirt, then did the same to his own. "Thanks Paulie," he said in a quieter voice, returning to poking at his food.
Rory Willows
She was so preoccupied with quietly eating her food, before Akio could steal any, that she hadn't realized he was about to yank her over to him. She let out a squeak, fork clattering to the table as she was re-positioned and her face went completely red with his lips against her ear. Rory couldn't help the shiver that ran up and down her spine or the little whimper that escaped her.
"A-Akio!" She stammered, staring down at her plate with stiff shoulders because people were looking now even though they hadn't been looking before.
No one quite flustered her the way her boyfriend did.
Picking up her fork she busied herself with trying to catch lettuce on her fork while he whispered his thoughts. "That...that would be nice." And relieving, because the longer they stayed the more out of place she felt.
Kavinsky
Despite being abandoned by his charge, Kavinsky was scanning the crowd for her. He was worried about what she'd get up to without him or even worse, whom she thought was appropriate 'dating' material for him. He didn't date, he didn't want to date and he sure as hell didn't have time to but it wasn't exactly a conversation he was willing to have at some fancy party for a bunch of rich people who made more money in a day than he would make in a year or-- hell, a lifetime.
Luckily, Banks found him and he turned, taking note of how the suit was almost as ill-fitting as his own even if the lawyer's looked nicer over all.
"Yeah, I brought Mory." He replied, curt as ever, one hand stuck in a pocket and the other tugging through his hair. The hat was missing and he felt out of place without it. "Dunno, ********, if she is she better not get caught and I don't want to know about it."
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Regan Flores
To be fair, Regan had realized it was a stupid question but Prissy didn't seem upset, instead she was being...so kind. So very kind.
"I don't mind if it's you." That was a high esteem that Regan currently held the pinkette in. She knew sometimes she felt jealous of the woman, and others confused, but Prissy had remained a strong influence in their wolf pack to her her. Under all the petty, she thought, was an admiration for the confident woman that was the senshi of candy.
As she was dragged off though, she could feel nervous energy bouncing around. With couples dancing everywhere, CERTAINLY, Prissy would rather dance with Chase then herself. Prissy's hand came around her waist and Regan was too focused on not trying to step on the woman or invade her space or get caught up in her own thoughts. If she noticed the scoff at Suri, It was lost on the sudden acute focus of the dance floor.
"I see." She mimicked some of the motions and while stiff with the movements, seemed to pick up the easy 1, 2, 3. Step part of it. She just...focused on the pink haired girl rather then everyone around her.
Regan imagined that if her father still alive would've seen her here....She froze at the image of Paul ruining something like this. He was dead, she told herself over and over and over again. He was dead and she was safe here with Chase and Suri and Prissy. He was dead and she needed to remember to enjoy these small things.
There's a poor unfortunate event staff who's not really having his best day somewhere in the ball...
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Shoulda pissed in his drink, the stuck up little --
"Dave!" Melissa's call halted him where he stood. "Did you grab the empty Martinelli bottles?"
"I'll get it, I'll get it…" These lavish parties always went the same way. First they kick off and the host is a nightmare, rushing around barking orders like an armchair chef, then the wait staff cuts through the night, smooth like butter. The guests get drunk, some get a little too drunk (or a little too sober), and everyone loses their minds. Usually at the wait staff.
Usually at him. Lowest hanging fruit and all. It's always 'grin and bear it' with crowds like these.
Swinging around, Dave pushed his fingers into two of the long-necked bottles and carried them back to the hidden prep area. "Think that guy's been sitting on one of these?" He shot his workmate a gap-toothed grin, tongue pressed garishly to the hole, and dumped the bottles into their recycling.
"He's been sitting on a chair. Put your crude humor away and help clean up." Melissa paused, shelving knives, and turned a scathing eye. "And I don't just mean grab two bottles and duck out for a smoke break."
Melissa always griped like this. Always. She griped while she smoked, while she ate, while she smiled at every customer that looked her way. Dave didn't understand how she held a job with that attitude, let alone catering work, but she made it to every event and then made a habit out of nagging him into the ground. If it wasn't his attitude, then it was his work ethic, and if it wasn't his work ethic, then it was his attire, and if it wasn't his attire, then it was his uncanny knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or it was his sticky fingers around their gaudiest guests.
"Right, sure." Whatever. With another hour to go and a good quarter of the attendees hitting that insufferable status, Dave framed his best faker smile and strode out into the crowds. Opulence met grand and invited expensive into bed with them as the ballroom was clothed to excess in pretty pinks and wealthy whites. Creepy mannequins looking fashion-forward notwithstanding, the place looked pretty swell. And by swell, he meant he was gonna lift some of the merchandise and eat his feelings with his girlfriend later that night. So with a bus tub in hand, Dave started his weave through cleared tables and collected his share of fluted glasses, lipstick-stained napkins, and massacred remains of their chef's meticulous prepwork.
As he passed the last table, abandoned and alone, Dave nudged a pair of the glittering gift bags into the bin. There they sat on the cusp of a champagne flute while shining bright as a beacon in their cellophane wrapping. Smiling to himself, he ducked back into the kitchen. Perfect timing. Melissa wasn't around and he didn't particularly care where she went; Dave abandoned the tote and split for the staff bathroom with candies bulging in his pockets. Beats waiting around to get yelled at, he figured.
The bathroom lacked the panache of the ballroom, but it wasn't a slouch either. It had a whole lot of white, though -- white counters, white toilet, white tile, white towels, white soap dish, and white soap. Who had the wise idea to cover a public bathroom in all this white? Did they want the headache of cleaning it? As he spat his appreciation into the sink, Dave squatted atop the porcelain lid to the loo.
Out came one of the bags, whispering so loudly that he felt certain everyone in the hallway could hear him. He froze at first, then moved at a snail's pace -- even the slightest twitch rustled the candies inside. An unsteady reach toward the switches finally activated the courtesy fan and masked some of the noise at the expense of nearly falling over. Finally he looked inside, greeted by the smell of decadent small-batch chocolate and mouthwatering candied confections and glittering shells filled with gooey fruit.
He reached in blind and felt around until one fat twist-wrapped orb fell into his hand. "Better be worth the trouble." After tearing the wrapper from the chocolate and discarding it to the floor, he popped the candy into his mouth and bit. It tasted phenomenal -- like he spent all those years eating cacao-flavored dirt and never once tasted the real thing -- so in went the next treat. And the next. And the next. And about five candies in, he no longer tasted distinct flavors.
But he didn't care. His whole mouth felt like a party.
But parties always went the same way. Just as he thought he tasted paradise, a sharp, sputtering pain dug daggers into Dave's tongue. He grunted, ceased his chewing, and was rewarded with the taste of copper in his mouth. Had he bit his tongue? Like hell he did; he'd have known that by now. But it happened again, even as his jaw hung low. Then again. And again. And again. And again. His whole tongue screamed with assault, and his blood marched like redcoats over the battlefield of his mouth, surrounded by its opulently-colored adversaries of Sugar and Sweet.
Finally he bolted to the sink. Finally he spat. Finally he saw the ugly mix of brown, green, pink, and yellow all overlaid with a hearty wash of ruddy red.
And then he saw movement. There, in the bloody massacre, the candies were moving. He knew he hadn't turned the water on -- and yet it didn't matter. Hard candies and jawbreakers and those knockoff Ferrero Rocher things broke out of their battered shells with thin, arachnoid arms. Then they started skittering, but not for the safety of some dark corner -- they went straight for him.
Go, instinct urged, and after he threw the spare bag into the sink to slow them, he bolted straight out the bathroom door, down the hall, and into the night's chill without a word to anyone. Screw catering, screw the grumpy patrons, and screw petty theft; he'd try a bank job.
((When you take your candy home for the evening, or after you've ingested it like poor old Dave above, you'll find that little chocolate gremlins are breaking free and causing all sorts of havoc! Please see this thread for all of the information on these nasty little youmalings.
You are welcomed and encouraged to continue roleplaying in this thread as well being welcomed to create post-ball threads with the [Candy Craze] Tag dealing with those pesky youma! The Charity Ball ORP will end on the morning of Sunday Feb 18th and the raffle with close that night!
A huge thanks to Strickenized for writing the above blurb and to everyone that's been participating so far! Party on!!!))
Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2018 6:40 pm
Lilith Calchas
While she was excited to meet whoever it was that Khaleel had recognized there at the party, a part of her couldn't help but feel a bit flustered. There was always that bit of a terror when meeting friends of a friend--what if they don't like me? What if I don't fit in? But meeting the friend of a date..? The potential backlash was daunting.
Still, she held only slightly tighter to his hand as he lead her over, and she put on a bright smile as they joined what turned out to be a reasonably sized group of people. Oh good, she wasn't the only one there new! That helped ease a bit of her tension, though it was Khaleel's rather boundless energy and enthusiasm that had her smile growing wider. His greeting gave her a name, though his introduction of her had pink staining her cheeks again as she gave a small wave and slight laugh. "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you."
It was really only an introduction to two of those present, however, a fact that quickly became apparent as familiar voices spoke up. Fiona was someone she'd met prior, Denebola, and Lilith immediately recalled how Altais had spoken so affectionately of the Senshi of Dragonflies. "How've you been, Fiona? It's wonderful to see you again." Melody as well was there, and she didn't bother to stop the hand that reached happily towards her friend's voice. "Mel! Oh goodness, I didn't even think to check if anyone else would be going. We could have met up sooner." Though her head did tilt a bit, curious whom her friend was here with.
Fiona's date identified himself, and Lilith gave a small wave and smile to Pat. The smile was a bit sympathetic though. "I hope we didn't intrude on things, sorry about that." It was a night some couples preferred more privately, even in events like this. But then Fiona identified another person in the group, and Lilith gave a curious tilt of her head, even as a corner of her lips turned up. "Mel? This is..?" Sure, she'd just heard the name Zach, but she was leaving it open for her friend to clarify whatever the... connection was.
Pixie Nyxie
excited puppy
White Trickster Rabbit
FREEEEEN
Lucifer Force
withholding right to judge u -squints-
Nuxaz
FREN! / .... date's mom????
fiction1119
hi hello sorry for the interuption ; u ;
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Jericho Cross
Pale eyes flicked down to her, and Jericho let the admiration of her chosen attire shine clear on his features. His hand moved to press to the bare small of her back, his thumb rubbing gently against her skin. Touching was easy. Conversation wasn't usually, but even that with Cass... He gave a slight chuckle and hum. "Is there really much to see? It looks primarily to me like people from different points on the economic spectrum trying to rub elbows with the same sorts who rarely give them a glance. Pretty package, certainly. Not that it can't be enjoyed, such events do have their merits." His darker judgment of the socializing was quick and final, even if said with an amused lit to his tone, but he still looked to her curiously.
"What's your take on it all?" No challenge or demand, genuine curiosity only. Still, he did look towards the donation table briefly and realized after a small moment he'd need to slip over there at some point. There were also the display outfits, he supposed, and of course food. He'd no complaint being there, despite his prior words--it was Jericho who'd gotten the tickets and invited Cass, he wasn't forcing himself or her to be anywhere.
Hers was a perspective though he sought to understand more. One that actually counted to him. He'd likely go see a chick flick with her if she showed interest in one, if only to hear her take on it after.
So this was the Khaleel he'd heard so much about, the pup in a human suit. To tell the truth, it was really endearing to find someone else that loved Fiona as much as he did (though Khaleel was an awful lot more overt with that public display of affection). Giving Khaleel's extended hand a good shake, Zach clapped him on the back like a brother-in-arms. "Nice to meet'cha. This is Melody. Fiona's told me you're kinda like... kinda like me, I guess? Fellow bro, but you got better hair, that's for sure."
The way Lilith moved about indicated that either she was blind, or had some vision difficulties, and Zach moved to at least assist in whatever clumsy way he could. It was a huge relief to know Melody knew her. "I'm Zach, uh... just trust me when I say she's much classier than me, but I'm workin' on it. You probably already knew that, though. Heh."
Khaleel's enthusiasm was infectious, and Zach slipped his hand into Melody's to help introduce her formally to basically Mom and basically Mom's Date (who would get a very brief, albeit playful stink eye when Fiona wasn't looking). It was the kind of look that said, don't break mom's heart cuz she's got one son who's basically a Labrador-person mix and the other shoots friggin ghosts!
Fiona's compliment made Zach blush in an adorable Mom-makes-me-embarrassed sort of way, scratching the back of his neck and ducking his head to hide the pink on his cheeks. ".....yeeeaaahhh tryin' to class it up. You're lookin' great, Fiona. Really. And uh... nice to meet you, Pat. Fiona's said a lot about you. It's good, don't worry. And the belle of the ball here," He gestured to Melody in an effort to personify the emotion that he was incredibly lucky to be here on her arm tonight. "This is Melody. She's... my better half, that's for sure. I cleaned up my half as best I could. I'm even wearing a lil cologne, can you believe it?"
