“Careful, Andy. Keep whispering in my ear, and we might have to make an early night of it.” She smiled and squeezed his arm as they walked into the main hall. There were several familiar faces and she was interested in greeting all of them. Just at that moment, however, a new melody began and some of the couples made their way to the dance floor. “Care to dance with me?”
Djinn happily put down the drinks and led her into the music, “Let’s show them how to do it properly.”
OceanEyes didn’t wear heels or gowns often, but she was incredibly comfortable in them. She thought back to similar evenings spent dancing in expensive clothing and exchanging expensive Southern etiquette, and remembered how proud she had been when the awkwardness had melted away. She was quite at home in a dress. And Djinn was British. Of course he knew how to dance.
But in the middle of their dancing, there was a noticeable murmuring of laxatives among a few of the guests, causing the couple to pause. OceanEyes approached a wound up Lady Rika and her date. “Rocky, Lady Rika. First of all, hello. Second, I keep hearing the words ‘oh no, laxative.’ What exactly is going on?” And where is Quistis with her whip? She would definitely be helpful in handling party crashers with fecal fetishes... Speaking of fetish, I wonder if Govinda and Chez made it...
Djinn stood by his date, ears open for other explanations that could be floating around; but he couldn’t help but wonder if a sip might be all it took.
((OOC: Once again, in the middle of finals, enjoy the short posts. Yaaaay))
Reply With Quote
Bookmarks