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Since Alex had started to speak again, Ravi had more time to think. Ah, yes! This woman didn't know that he could dance - heck, even HE wasn't sure he could dance to the kind of music being played. On mentioning the state of the ballroom population, Ravi was quick to add his own two cents. "I'm afraid I won't be dancing, Alex." Yes - brief, direct, and understandable. Perfect for a host!

But Ravi was more than a simple host, and he had other remarks in mind for the black-haired woman. "Perhaps... YOU should go and join her," Ravi added with a rather sinister looking grin. "You mentioned you enjoyed dancing, right? You could... "break the ice" with Chloe over a song or two, I'm sure." He rose his arms in a sort of shrug, and said, "Only if you'd like, of course. Merely making suggestions. We also set up a pinata."

Ravi couldn't help but turn his attention back to Chloe. She seemed so... so defenseless, so open. Hardly threatening at all. And Ravi, despite his frigid exterior, almost felt the desire to protect or encourage Chloe in some way. Well, things were as Alex had said; with rather unfortunate timing, Chloe, Kyou, and Natsuki had all lost their homes and places of business, yet they were here doing their best to be cheerful. Perhaps, for once, Ravi had a human sense of morality about him. Maybe he could get... at least a step closer to Chloe... yes, just a step-

He stopped dead cold when Chloe turned and waved to him. Mid-step was hardly a flattering position to be caught in, so he straightened himself and grinned, though the expression looked more akin to a grimace. There was no way he could turn around and leave now - he'd been noticed, and he had no choice but to go over to where Chloe was. After all, he hadn't greeted her yet.... and going to her side didn't mean he had to dance, either. Maybe he could even offer her a few tips, if he felt gracious enough to do so.

Turning to Alex with the same faltering smile on his face, he nodded in Chloe's direction and uttered, "Well. I'm off." And after a few seconds, that he was, though at a speed that rivaled nothing more impressive than a sloth.

"H-Having fun, Chloe?" Ravi asked once he'd made his way to the lab assistant. His face was now returning to a more natural, albeit static, expression; he hoped Chloe would find it more inviting than his "host smile." At a loss for what else to say, he chose to communicate what he had observed earlier. "You look... beautiful."

((Just whack me if this post isn't what's wanted >-<; ))

A new face walked into the lavishly decorated lobby, carrying a sketchpad and a few pencils with her.
This person, this human, appeared to be very grown up if you wanted to judge people by their height, but the subtle remnants of acne on her cheeks and forehead said otherwise.
As she looked around at the colourful streamers, she was instantly reminded a little bit of some large 'physical' piece of artwork that she'd learnt in college during her courses.
And couldn't help but smile because of it.

The reason for the sketchpad and drawing aparatus where still unknown, but it was probably to relieve her boredom should she have nothing to do during this party.
Although, unconciously she doubted there would be nothing to do.

...still...

She didn't know quite how to approach this scenario, she was still working on her social skills and had only been briefly visiting this place for a short while.
She hadn't even talked a great deal to some of the people.
So she just stood nervously in the middle of the lobby, hoping she wasn't bothering anyone by just suddenly appearing.

Natsuki did anything but hide the grin on her face as more people took to the dance floor, including her gal pal Shuura and surprising her charge Vyn. She laughed, feeling the beat of the music cheer her spirits up again. "This next one goes out to my gal pals Miss Shuura and Vyn," Natsuki called out on the mic, mixing up the end of one song and leading into "With a lil bit of merengue remixin' here's "Get Low" by Lil Jon! I wanna see how low you can go!!"

As the bassy beats mixed with the Spanish flairs, Natsuki tipped back a sweet Midori Sour that one of the party goers dropped off for her to wet her whistle with. Though in her late 20s, Natsuki hadn't forgotten the Club Scene around Durem University. In her days, she was one of the stage and table regulars hot spots. Oh how she missed those crazy nights, and it showed as she bounced and shook her body from behind the DJ stand. Her fingers clasped the headphones in place as she bobbed her head to the music.

"Work it, Girls!" Natsuki cheering, toasting the dancing queens with the remainder of her drink before draining it and setting the cup down with a satisfied smirk.

Chloe looked up at Ravi and smiled, flushing shyly as he complimented her. "O-Oh! Yes. Th-Thank you so m-m-m-much!" She paused awkwardly a moment before deciding that yes.. it was necissary. She reached up - far up, as the man was quite a bit taller than her - and managed to gently curl her arms around his chest and give a quick, shy squeeze. She lingered for only a little while, not wanting to make Ravi (or herself) too shy feeling.

She pulled back to see Shuura and Vyn appear and begin dancing. She was delighted and surprised to see the two, giving a small wave as she watched them dance in awe. "I can't dance." She said almost sadly to no one in particular. Though watching Shuura and Vyn move... she copied them a little bit, though not nearly as graceful as they seemed.


Roux decided he'd completely ignore this person now, turning a (literal) cold shoulder to her. The blood that had trailed down from his finger now reached the end of his wrist and just as it began to form into a drop and fall it solidified into ice. In fact the blood around the wounds weren't clotting the normal way... it was freezing.

(( Going to toss in Valen at random 8D Profile ))

Valen was ... uhm. Sort of lost. He'd been supposed to go to an interview tonight for a possible part-time job of some sort ... the person on the phone had been rather vague about the nature of said job. It looked like now he'd missed it though, as he couldn't even find the place he was supposed to be going. With a soft sigh, he turned around again in the street, looking around.

It was then that he caught the sounds of music and much talking coming from one of the nearby apartment complexes. A party of some kind..? He was almost sure the address he was supposed to be at was around here someplace, he just didn't know where. Frowning slightly, he considered ...

It might be somewhat rude to interrupt a party he hadn't been invited to ... but if he could simply ask someone, then he would know where this place was. Perhaps he could call back and say something had come up tonight. Try again tomorrow.

Starting slowly toward the noise, Valen though, Maybe there will be someone just outside I can ask without having to go in and look the fool ... It was ridiculous that someone with his age and experience was having so much trouble finding an address. Really.

Parfait plopped her small rump down on the ground and looked up even as the pair of feet leapt away. She looked up with wide, rose colored eyes in surprise and curiosity.

It was getting busier by the second, so it felt like to Niksia, and plenty of people seemed to swing past her with surprising speed. All the mysterious faces were equally fasinating, if a little daunting in a strange way. She couldn't say she was afraid of people, just not used to socialising with them and having to have normal conversations.

It seemed slightly... Overrated? No. What was the right word? Niksia pondered the subject as she put the partly emptied plate down and wiped her fingers with a napkin. The music was distracting her from the thought, even though it wasn't what she liked to listen to, it was the beat and strength of certain music that usually appealed to her.

Dancing seemed tempting, even just a little sway or two at the edge of the dance floor would be more than enough. You see, Niksia couldn't dance in the typical sense. At all. Oh, she had some kind of rhythm, but it was more like dancing to the beat of her own personal drummer. Responding to either meaningful verse heavy songs, or those with a heavy back beat, she tended to move with what she thought it stood for rather than just dancing normally.

Sometimes it was all a little too awkward, perhaps that's what the word was supposed to be. It felt too unnatural, too much fear and the like about what everyone else was thinking. So she let her mind wander away as she swayed to the music, mostly listening to that little beat in her head.