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[Nadja]

Once the dog had moved away, Seth put his arm around Nadja's waist and took her hand, whether she liked it or not. He then led her across the floor and fell into step with the same waltz that Mau and Nyx were dancing too.

"You're so damn stubborn. Stop being so fussy and enjoy yourself." Seth chided with a gruff tone, although attempting to keep his expression under control so that it didn't look too sour.

Raion didn't need to be told. He moved away automatically and sat himself at a distance from the Arcanine. The Luxray throwing the canine a distinctly feline glare as he sat and watched The light from the chandelier playing across the stones embedded in his collar and making the shiny Pokemon sparkle even more.

A gentlemanly figure stood at the edge of the dance floor, adjusting his monocle as he watched the dancing pairs. "Ah, how lovely."

There was an equally regal Noctowl standing next to him, also equipped with a monocle.

(Liam and Aila)

"-plane was delayed," the swarthy family man was saying as Aila got within earshot, hitching his little daughter up on his hip. "I hope it wasn't an inconvenience."

"No inconvenience at all, Your Grace," the woman named Isadora purred, pure graciousness with a voice like velvet-coated chocolate. Which, when you stopped to think about it, wasn't very appetizing at all.

"Please, call me Leon." White teeth stood out against tanned skin with a smile; the woman on Leon's arm smiled fondly at her husband, finding this sort of informality endearing.

"Oh! Your Grace-" Isadora trilled (Leon stifled a wince,) "-do excuse me, Leon - is most kind. The night is young - so please, enjoy yourselves. There's plenty of time before your address."

"D'ddy." The little girl patted her father's shoulder for attention. "C'n I dance?"

{Faleen}

Carl shrugged, managing to step on Faleen's foot as he did so, "There's lots of rare collectors here tonight. What're you interested in?"

{Sorano}

The woman's eyes shifted from her companion to Sorano as she fixed the Rocket with an unimpressed stare usually restricted to reptiles and grant review committees.

The man straightened up and turned to face Sorano. The ribbon on his tophat, his tie and the satin lining the underside of his coat tails were all the same pinkish purple as his hair. "Quite something indeed." He agreed, stressing the words importantly. The Pokémon on his shoulder watched Sorano with beady eyes. "And what brings you to your first Poké Ball?"

{Hayes}

"Good." TRP nodded her satisfaction as she took the glass. If she'd noticed Hayes' discomfort she was doing a good job of not showing it. "Everything's progressing well so far."

(Mr. Pink and Mrs. Blue)

The stare from the woman was like impaling red hot daggers into his torso. Arceus, women. Women, women, women. Why were the such diablos? Well, besides Lili. She was a saint.

Sorano slipped his hands out of his pockets and turned to them clutching each other from behind his back, elbow sitting within the palm of a hand.

"I'mma collector. I jus' started it as a 'obby not too long ago." he mustered up as a lie. Considering a great majority of the posh people there were probably collectors, it was the easiest lie to offer. "An' yerselves?" he added.

Before he had any more time to jest, he remembered his manners and slipped an offered hand to the man. "Ah, 'xcuse my rudeness. The name's Clyde. Pleasure ta meetcha."

Whinny's wide eyes beheld those of beady ones. My, why were they so tiny?

"Wiggly . . . " she muttered and tugged at Sorano's pants leg. Can't they just get out of there and head back to the base?

(Panther and Cal)

A blush rose on Serena's cheeks, followed by a demure smile. "Oh.. thank you," she told Cal, grateful for someone to watch her Pokemon. When Panther led her onto the dance floor, she proved to be an able partner - the girl was obviously old money, trained to be a good follow since she could walk. She kept her eyes shyly downcast as they moved across the floor, though she sneaked a glance up every now and then at his face.

"Is this.. your first time?" she asked after they had settled into a rhythm. "I didn't see you here last year."

Vulpes regarded Blossom he way one would an energetic insect. "Niine." Or do you have one? his tone implied.

{Sorano}

"We're here on business." The woman's tone was low and even, and her gaze flicked from Sorano to Whinny, coldly considering the nervous creature for a second as if to say 'Don't think I don't see you.' Her irises were completely black.

Then her attention returned to the man in licorice colors, who had been eyeing Sorano's outstretched hand a few moments too long. He finally accepted the handshake and turned a practiced (and rather dazzling) smile on the Rocket, "A pleasure, Clyde. You may call me Deimos." He pronounced the name carefully, as though it were something Sorano should take care to remember. "And this is Tethys." He said the second name as a casual afterthought, jerking his head back in the woman's direction.

He yanked his hand free of Sorano's and surveyed the gathered crowd with his one eye, "I wouldn't worry too much about being a first-timer, Clyde. Quite a lot of those here tonight." He nodded with a degree of satisfaction. "Quite a lot."

As Deimos turned to see the crowd the shaymin on his shoulder was blocked from view. It reappeared a moment later when it scurried to his other shoulder, fixing its small eyes back on Sorano. Its expression was determined.

{Faleen}

Carl cast a glance at Bruce, who was back to licking his paw, "Oh unique. Mmm yes." He nodded in a mock-informed sort of way. "Yes well, I have some contacts who might be able to help you with that. Business partners, you know." He pulled a hand free and mopped his damp brow as his eyes twitched around the room, trying to spot someone. He seemed eager to impress Faleen.

(Carl & Monocle man!)

Her smile faded slightly, this creature was not what he made himself out to be, or at least he was of no use to her. that much was apparent.
"ah well" she continued, putting back on her polite smile, she stopped dancing with him though, taking a step back to pull away from his hands and doing an elegant curtsy as a 'Thank you for the dance'
"well sir, as intriguing as business sounds, I did promised myself that tonight was going to be for fun, perhaps another time we can talk business. If you will excuse me Carl, I beleave my boyfriend is interested in the next dance."
She excused herself politely, thanking him, but was SO glad to be walking away from him.
... Boyfriend?! did she seriously just use that excuse? she was told it worked on unwanted male company though... BOYFRIEND!? HER?! Haa haa!

She bit back a sigh when she worked her way through the other dancing couples and to Umbreon who was waiting by the edge. He stood when he saw his master, ears perking.
"Come on" she spoke quietly to him, glancing up and looking around for Sorano, her eye caught someone that grabbed her attention.
This man standing at the edge of the floor with a Monocle oh his eye just screamed class...
With a small tilt of her head she walked politely over to him, and offered a bow.
"Good evening Sir,"