Overflow for Masq. Ball

[not_heavens_adam]

Who: Absolutely everyone
What: Masquerade~!
Where: The Golden Victory Club
When: Night of Saturday the 8th
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Open like the club's doors~

All day the Golden Victory club had been closed, the only people allowed in being the workers and helpers who were setting it up for the night's big event. Finally, at seven, the lights all turn on and the main doors open.

Leading up to the main doors is a red carpet walkway that will lead right into the main room. There, the usual club room is well illuminated with it's large bar at the back wall with plenty of drinks available for everyone. Along the walls, the club's chairs and some new loveseats are placed for anyone who would rather sit and socialize than stand or dance.

At the back, on either side of the large room, there are food tables with a wide selection, certain to please everyone. Along with these food tables are separate dessert tables. On their own table, there are three, large, cakes that anyone is welcome to dig into. (Although, they're just so pretty!)

In a few, strategic, locations there can be found baskets of masks just in case anyone needs one or wants to try and get one on a stubborn friend.

Lighthearted ball music and slow, peaceful songs lend to the atmosphere; loud enough to be heard and danced to, but soft enough that conversation is possible.

The hosts themselves, along with the staff of Temptationis Clementiae, are already there and in costume, as if welcoming their guests in for the festivities.

[OOC: Feel free to just make an initial comment with a link to the thread you're continuing here and then thread on your merry way~]

Comments

[rebull]

[A weary expression, furrowing his brows. But... the sweets...]

Uh...I- [Saying... no to Zelda, how do-]

[zelda_hylia]

[Saying no to Zelda? Quite simply, you don't. It's far easier to just do whatever she has in mind and get it over with!]

They'll taste better after you've moved a bit!

[No fussing now, come along, stand up!]

[rebull]

[Yeah really. He just looks at that beautiful face and that smile and damnit. Kinda melting here.]

D-dangit, I'm really not any good at this.

[A slight groan, slowly standing up and nervously glancing to the dance floor.] You are going to disappointed, uh, thoroughly disappointed. I am just, letting you know, now, I mean.

[zelda_hylia]

Oh, don't make that face! I'll lead, it will be fine.

[Now that he's being cooperative, she gently tugs him out to the edge of the dance floor - just in case he's as terrible as he's asserting. Positioning his hands accordingly, she glances up to make sure he's following.]

Just step after me.

[Closing her eyes momentarily to get a feel for the song, she starts to sway with it, then leads him right into a simple waltz. If he stumbles, it doesn't seem to make her falter.]

[rebull]

[He's not like, crash and burn terrible, but he's definitely not good. He's just not very coordinated with his feet anymore, not since he got his wings.]

[Reluctantly- he follows, looking around with anxiety building up in his stomach. But he listens, moves his hands as he should, how brows constantly staying in a steeple position. And he is not ready to move when she does, so yes, he stumbles slightly, growls to himself under his breath and then quickly tries to fix the problem as smoothly as possible. (Which isn't uh- terribly smooth. At all.)]

[zelda_hylia]

Don't think about it too much.

[So silly, getting worked up over something like dancing. Zelda continues to repeat the same steps until he catches up with her. Thankfully for both of them, it's a fairly slow song and he won't have to move too fast.]

[rebull]

[He's got an image and he tends to enjoy doing things he's confident doing. Makes him feel good, keeps up his spirits, but dancing? Not one of them. He just feels like he looks kind of silly.]

[But he is still following her the best he can. He couldn't steal the lead even if he tried. But he's kind of getting in pace now... just, awkwardly, and as he stares down. Trying not to look directly at her chest every few seconds.]

[zelda_hylia]

[Her clothing is modest as always, so even if he tried to look down her shirt he wouldn't see much of anything.]

There, you see? It isn't so bad.

[She can't help but think that something in the air would suit him better, though. Maybe something like what the faeries do... not that she's capable of joining in.]

[rebull]

[There are still breasts there, under that dress. But the lack of cleavage really helps him to not get distracted.]

It's... I guess it's not so bad, uh, once you do it for a little bit?

[Dancing in the air some how sounds easier than this...]

[zelda_hylia]

[Usually Zelda tries to keep herself looking somewhat impassive (not that she succeeds as much as she would like to), but she doesn't even bother when she's doing something related to music. Dancing is no exception, and she looks almost as childishly gleeful as she did when they went flying.]

Hmm~ I wasn't disappointed after all!

[rebull]

Well I've never really been one to disappoint. [Perhaps a slightly sly smile.]

[zelda_hylia]

[She just laughs a bit in response, continuing to guide him through the song.]

Now you've properly experienced a masquerade. Well... I suppose we both failed a bit at the disguise part of it, but that doesn't matter so much.

[rebull]

I'm not really good at the whole hiding who I am hey? [A laugh.] Bullthazar always could find me as a kid, no matter what.