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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 23, 2012 18:14:54 GMT -8
Casey and Briar stood in a dark corner, at the edge of the dance floor. Briar had been a little dispirited. She looked at Jackson and Anna on the dance floor. Briar- (whispers to Casey) "I feel so childish! I just can't deal with it... Ugh! I wish I could meet someone and just get over this feeling... Do you know what I mean?"
Casey- "Aww... I know. *sigh* Well, look how many people are here already! You know we'll see more in the future... But uh... yeah. I know. " He involuntarily glanced towards the kitchen. Briar- "It's just... You know, it's not impossible for you Casey! You know... yeah he's got that weird dude, but he's obviously not super committed. They don't even say that they're going out. They never even talk about each other. You'll get a chance tonight, I know it."
Casey- "You think? Oh man... I don't know. Don't you think that if after all this time he hasn't...?" He closed his eyes for a moment."Well, you never know either. Aren't ladies supposed to be more flexible?" Briar- "No... It's obvious. Those two are an item. How could I compete with that? All them muscles... tattoos... The confidence. Ugh. Oh don't let me drag you down, man. Maybe, let's go hang out by the couches and look for that opportunity."
Casey- "Aww! You'll find someone super cute really soon, I know it. Well you're right, let's try to stay positive." They moved to sit on the couches and watch the people on the dance floor.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Dec 23, 2012 18:21:53 GMT -8
A small figure with jingling accessories bustled into the kitchen. Sonya wore a white slip-dress which showed off the colorful, floral tattoos on her upper arms. Sonya- "Ben! Do I look so cool? Chantelle just did a bunch of people's hair. Sandy cutted all her hair, but it looks cute. We should go dance!"
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Post by Gillsing on Dec 23, 2012 20:12:26 GMT -8
After having agreed to follow their brave leader wherever he was going, Ben was just about to follow Stevie's advice and mix himself an alcoholic cranberry drink of some sort when the life of his party suddenly arrived. He quickly put the caps back on the bottles. "You do look cool. And hot. White hot! Super sugoi!" Sonya- " ;D " Her smile showed a bit of tooth, which was unusual for her. Ben then waved goodbye to the kitchen and accompanied Sonya to the dance floor.
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Post by DKender on Dec 23, 2012 20:33:15 GMT -8
Chatty Alex chatted loudly as he danced. "... so, even though just Alvar and Justin broke them, our whole team was banned from Chuck E. Cheese. Coach was REALLY disappointed. Huh. These songs ... they're interesting. No Black Eyed Peas, though. Man, I miss those guys. No, no, no, noooo. Don't phunk with my heart! I hope Fergie's all right. You know she's Catholic? Not that I care. I love all people! Mormons. Buddhists. Pagans. Lutherans. Even atheists. Especially atheists! It's all good, you know? Oh, yeah, what music do you like, Chelsea?" Chelsea- "Wow, haha, I liked the Black Eyed Peas when I was 12. Pretty fun! These days I'm more into Dum Dum Girls and Florence + the Machine. Nice moves, big guy!"
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 23, 2012 20:34:46 GMT -8
Micah tried to move the best he could to the unfamiliar song, luckily a reasonably easy song to move to. He wasn't a terrible dancer but there was no way he was dance off material. He smiled at Nora, the fuzziness in his head causing him to trip with the sudden drop in focus. He blushed slightly, hoping no one would notice. Despite this, Micah attempted some ill-advised chatter while they danced. "Not exactly your kind of fucking music huh but it's fucking alright yeah? I like something a little less electronic and boppy myself. What do you dance to normally? " Nora- "Who dances? Sometimes I mosh, sometimes I skank. How am I doing?"
"Did you go out much before? " Nora- "All the bloody time. Hard to get much done."
"Alex and doctor Victor are going have a dance off later, should be a bloody laugh." Nora- "We'll need to find a good seat!" Micah attempted ill-advised chatter. It was moderately effective.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 23, 2012 20:57:52 GMT -8
"You'll have to excuse me, good sir, I need a drink and a break for these poor feet. Even when I wore heels, I certainly didn't run around in them this much. Give me a song or two and we can take this thing back up." She made her way to the bar and looked for something more interesting than vodka tonic. She found some Reed's Extra Ginger Brew and a plastic lime that was about half full. She emptied the remaining juice into a glass, poured in a double of Patron Silver, and topped it off with the ginger beer. She spotted a couple of the Cornish kids on a couch and sat down next to them. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything. I just needed to get off my feet for a minute or two. These heels are killing me." "Wow, you two are looking really great tonight. I used to have five piercings in each ear, but I just don't think I could pull that look off anymore. You both wear it well." She patted Briar on the knee and gave her a friendful wink. Briar- "Oh, haha, thanks! You're really cutting loose tonight!" Casey excused himself, and stood near the kitchen as if waiting for the crowd to clear out of it.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 23, 2012 23:03:50 GMT -8
When Patti excused herself (she was in a curiously good mood!), Ashley backed away from the dance floor and wallflower'd. He considered snagging a drink himself, but somebody had to keep a level head during these shindigs. Restlessly, Ash tapped his foot with the beat and surveyed the party. He profiled each person based on apparent physical and mental strength, and then tried to pinpoint individuals who were at-risk for criminal or disorderly behavior. In particular, he kept his eyes on Tschernev and Victor.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 25, 2012 17:58:04 GMT -8
Volya- "Hey, Ashley Pokey-man. How you like this wall? We needs more hot ladies, huh?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Dec 25, 2012 19:47:27 GMT -8
(OOC: DK here ... I've been posting Ashleyisms these last few days. Soon, Jara will stop playing with lions. Soon. But until then, his character is my little puppet.) "The community needs more capable people like Han and Hanson." He nodded once at the dance floor; Ben and Sonya were bringin' down tha house. "At the moment, I am waiting for Greene to return. Hm. Tschernev, exactly who employed you before the dead started rising? Myself, I was a personal trainer." He awkwardly patted Volya's arm. Volya- "I worked at entirely legitimate courier company. I drive OK. Who did you personal train? Doggies?"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Dec 25, 2012 20:36:06 GMT -8
"I may have partook of some herbal euphemism before the party. Partook? Partook. Partaken? Anyway, yeah, things've been pretty tense lately and I think we've got another big mission coming up, so I thought I should relax a bit. I used to work at the corporate office for the Men's Wearhouse. That place was an herbal euphemism factory. One day, I came in sick and the CFO gave me an ounce and told me to go home. Just weird." "So, I apologize for having not taken notice previously, but what kind of art do you do?" Briar- "The euphemism just gives me a headache. I wish it worked better for me, because people I really respect swear by it... Oh, I specialized in installations, but now I'm mostly doing interior design..." She seemed relieved to have someone to talk to, but unsure of what to talk about, maybe distracted by some inner turmoil.
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Post by Suyoi on Dec 25, 2012 20:40:21 GMT -8
The good doctor smiled a bit at Thierry, glancing out of the corner of his eye. He licked his lips in thought and offered up a brisk chuckle. "Oh, I will. We better get going now, anyways, because I have to shake this whole dance contest anyways. Come on, Mr. Harrison, let's get to practicing something horizontal in front of everyone. Best part is, you can probably just stand there while I make you look good." He reached out, tugging on the man's wrist gently, firmly, and gingerly at the same time, while swiveling his hips in time to the rhythm of the music. He stuck his tongue out playfully at Patty and even offered her couch-cousins an even more playful wink. Soon, he was lost in the rhythm, in the movements, in the stares of the crowd and the scent of French cologne. Thierry- "Let's keep this dance vertical... I'm a slut, but I'm not an exhibitionist. " Thierry could dance passably well. But with a body like that, he could dance like a drunk duck and still get away with it. He was wearing a smooth black t-shirt, tailored slacks, and shiny shoes.
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Post by DKender on Dec 25, 2012 20:52:26 GMT -8
"Thaaanks, so do you, Ba ..." He almost called Chelsea Baby Girl. Almost. "Uhm, haha, I'm going to need some luck tonight. Doctor Victor agreed to a dance-off. You know how crowds love underdogs. No fair, right? Speaking of ..." He spotted the good doctor. Dancing with Thierry? Interesting. "HEEEY, DOCTOR," Alex shouted. "ARE THOSE THE BEST MOVES YOU KNOW? LAST CHANCE TO BACK OUT!" Wow, that was super rude. Dr. Victor was an elder, after all, and he deserved respect. "SORRY, SIR. THOSE ARE ACTUALLY VERY NICE MOVES." Chelsea looked fairly embarrassed, but hung in there. It was the price of dancing with this particular Adonis.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Dec 25, 2012 22:10:16 GMT -8
"You're doing fucking brilliantly, no worries. Yeah, I've done a bit of skanking in my time, had a bit of a thing for a singer in a reggae band for while in bloody highschool. Wouldn't try moshing in here though, certain elder gentlemen would use it as an fucking excuse to cop a feel of innocent young flesh. We could definitely try some skanking out later though " Nora- "No doubt!" Micah was distracted by the doctor's appearance on the dancefloor, the man had some great moves for an older man and the bald headed wonder wasn't doing a bad job either. Micah wondered if the carpet matched the lack of paint on the roof rack. Did the man bathe in cologne or merely drink it until he sweated the stuff? Micah brought his attention back to his dance partner with a warm smile. "You'll have to show me how it's done, is punk skanking much different to reggae? I'd like to come off as bad arse as you, reggae only has the one mellowed arse rift." Nora- "Lot of Afro-Caribbean influence on UK punk, but I can't imagine skanking to Marley." "Your hair really does look fucking fantastic by the way, who knew Chantelle's skills with a knife transferred to scissors." Nora- "Well thanks! Er, yeah." She looked sheepish. Embarrassed about something? Dancing like this she really seemed out of her element, but trying to hold it together.
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Post by Suyoi on Dec 25, 2012 22:17:51 GMT -8
"Alex, a true gentlemen doesn't try and flatter the victor until AFTER the contest." His words were a little crisp, but that freaky smile on his face wouldn't go away. He showed his hand a little, dancing around Thierry in a complete circle, his hips swinging impossibly far from his torso in an undulating orbit around the other man. Laughing, he countered his shoulders in the opposite direction, looking like a very classy hollahoop professional with no hoop. As the music continued, he stopped his performance in several key moments, casting coy glances to Thierry over his shoulders before moving back into a very close position. Wait, did he just grab Thierry's ass cheek right there? He gave Micah a wink and a finger gun, shot right from the hip. He giggled against Thierry, almost crashing against him in a nearly as suave fashion, still in the rhythm to the crappy music. He spoke in a rather intoxicating tone, rich like bourbon and smooth like ice cream. "At least I can make this song interesting, hrm? Thierry, eyes up here." Thierry- "What was the name of that lady from 'I Dream of Jeannie'? "
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Dec 25, 2012 23:09:00 GMT -8
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