A Night in West Egg

[professorlionface]

WHO: EVERYBODY OF ALL AGES
WHERE: The Xavier Institute
WHEN: The night of June 16th, all night!
WARNINGS: Who can really tell anymore? Probable language. Possible violence. Copious dancing.
SUMMARY: PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM
FORMAT: OPEN

The guests into an auditorium transformed. Through the magic of papier mache, the room has been decked out like a speakeasy, the refreshments laid out on a very makeshift bar that will not stock alcohol as long as they can prevent it. The whole room is cast with a cool blue light, and a jazz band's been hired to take the stage for an hour before leaving the rest of the evening to the DJ.

It was time to get this party started.

quick-links!
DANCE FLOOR
REFRESHMENTS
SIDELINES
OUTSIDE

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for Carol, then open!

[incywincyhero]

[After metabolizing all his punch away on the dance floor, Peter beats a hasty retreat outside to cool down, and possibly hide his face for the rest of the evening. A quick tour of the garden later and he's settled down by the side of the fountain, jacket and fedora in a pile next to him, tie loosened, and head titled back to admire the light pollution.]

[bests]

[ carol hadn't really been sure what to do once peter started dancing. for the most part she just stood there in horrified amusement, some small (and very guilty) part of her idly hoping that someone was filming it. when he makes a run for it, she follows, pushing her way through the people until she ends up outside. a little hesitantly, she makes her way over to where he is so she can sit beside him.

everything she can think of to say is either terrible small talk or relates to dance attempt. so instead of trying to work with that, she carefully reaches across peter and snags his fedora, situating it on her own head. though it doesn't quite fit since her hair is up. ]

How's it look?

[incywincyhero]

[Peter stiffens up a little as she sits down next to him, afraid she's going to offer comfort. He's not all that broken up over it, just feeling a little sheepish, and the sooner he can forget about it the sooner he'll be able to make fun of himself with the best of them. When it's obvious she's not going to touch on the subject, he lets himself relax and gives her a small, sideways smile in return.]

Well, you'd need to let your hair down. But I think you could rock the gun moll look.

[bests]

[ she chuckles and takes the hat off her head. instead of putting it down she starts spinning it on her finger. ]

It's a shame skirts and heels are such a bitch to fight in. I could dig that.

[ she stops twirling the hat and gently tosses it back onto peter's jacket. ]

You know, I'm beginning to think I should bring you to nice places more often if it means you get dressed up like this. [ a beat. ] Not that a high school prom is really a nice place, but you get the idea.

[incywincyhero]

Pfft, don't worry about that. You could always go with the Marlene Dietrich look. [Giving her a onceover, with an oh-so-arch raise of the eyebrow.] That you could pull off, too.

[He reclaims the fedora and sets it in his own lap, fiddling with the hatband.] Well, you're right that this is still pretty classy compared to some of our other dates. I know our first go at being all fancy-fancy ended badly, but if you want to try again -- I'd be up for that.

Just don't expect me to buy a new outfit every time, okay? I have a lot of mouths to feed, and they're all teenagers in that "bottomless pit" stage.

[bests]

I do like wearing suits... Maybe if there's not too much trouble on Halloween I'll come back to the idea.

[ with a small smile, she shifts and leans into peters side a little. ]

'Course not. I know better than that. And anyways, the urge to get all dressed up doesn't hit me that often, so you probably don't have much to worry about.

[incywincyhero]

[He bumps shoulders back.] Maybe I don't mind so much when there's someone to dress up with.

Or maybe it's just the fedora. [He sets it back on at a rakish angle, and grins.] Probably the fedora.

[bests]

You do make it look good.

[ she takes his grin as a sign that most of his embarrassment has passed and just a little hesitantly continues. ]

So what are the chances of me actually convincing you to dance with me while wearing the fedora sometime tonight?

[incywincyhero]

[The smile stays on but the shoulders hunch, and the tips of his ears turn red.] Magic eight ball says, "Maybe when I'm convinced the crowd inside has completely forgotten I ever existed."

[bests]

[ she reaches out and runs her fingers through the hair on the back of peter's head, half as a comforting gesture an half just because she can. ]

I never said it had to be in front of other people, but alright. I'll wait and see if the magic eight ball changes its mind.

[incywincyhero]

[He leans into her hand, letting himself be soothed by her touch. But then he turns to blink at her.] What, d'you mean -- out here? [A matching gesture.]

[bests]

[ she nods ] Out here, on the roof, in a hallway... I'm not interested in the where we'd dance, or even if we'd be any good at it, so much as I am who I'd be dancing with.

[incywincyhero]

Well, in that case ... [He levers himself up, takes a moment to stretch, then reaches down a hand to hers.] Here we can hear the music, at least.

[bests]

[ she looks a little surprised, but grins as she takes his hand and carefully stands. ] You never cease to amaze me, Mr. Parker.

[incywincyhero]

[He'll back them up a couple of paces before stepping in and placing his free hand at her waist.] Well, I can't rest on my laurels. I'll have to try for a "spectacular" next.

[bests]

[ she smiles and uses her free hand to tweak the brim of his hat before settling it on his shoulder. ] Keep it up and you may get it before the night's out.

[ she pauses briefly and looks down at him with a slight frown tugging at her lips. then she moves the hand on his shoulder so she can take off her heels and throw them on his jacket. cue her smile returning. ]

Now we're good.