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.

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REFRESHMENTS
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[symmachy]

I'll help out next year, how's that?

[professorlionface]

Why wait? I'm sure we could get something happening before the night's up! Maybe if we had the DJ paying just the right song...

[symmachy]

[She laughs.]

If you find such a song, I'll be happy to help.

[professorlionface]

If and only if? I'll need a better vote of confidence than that!

What song would you choose, left to your own devices?

[symmachy]

[She shrugs.]

To be honest, I don't know. I haven't listened to much modern music.

[professorlionface]

[He chuckles and plays with his monocle.]

Of course, what you may consider modern may be a fairly large category!

[symmachy]

[She laughs as well.]

I suppose so. I'm a huge Dean Martin fan, to be honest.

[professorlionface]

Such a nice young man, but he could never hold his liquor.

[He hums softly, snapping out a beat before he begins singing.]

You're no-body till sooome...body loves you~ ♪

[symmachy]

[She nods. Having performed with him before, she knew just how awful he was with alcohol.

And when he starts to sing, well. The redhead can't help but start to hum along.]

[professorlionface]

[There's a story Hank would love to hear.]

You're no-body till some-body caaaares~ ♫

Don't be afraid to join in, now!

[symmachy]

[She laughs.]

I'm enjoying your rendition too much!

[professorlionface]

But just imagine how much more fun it will be as a duet!

[He starts to sway a little.] You may be king, you may possess the wooorld...and it's gold~ ♪

[He points to her again. C'mon, Scatty, that's your cue!]

[symmachy]

[Oh, Hank. She can't resist you. So with a grin, she starts in:]

But gold won't bring you happiness when you're growing old...♪

[professorlionface]

[He holds out a hand and motions to the dancefloor.]

The world still is the same, you'll never chaaange it~ ♫

[symmachy]

[Nodding, the redhead takes his hand and lets him lead her.]

As sure as the stars shine above...♫

[professorlionface]

[And so, with a flourish, he twirls them out to dance.]

You're nobody til sooome-body loooooooves you~ ♪

[symmachy]

[She follows his lead.]

So find yourself somebody, find yourself somebody... ♪

[professorlionface]

[And he breaks one arm off to stretch it out with the final note.]

Go find yourself some-bo-dyyyy tooo loooooovve! ♫

[symmachy]

[Quite a bit of space has been given to them by that point. Scatty can't help but grin.]

Bravo, Hank.

[professorlionface]

[He nudges her with his elbow and winks.]

Hey, couldn't have done it without you! That's the heart of a collaboration.

[symmachy]

[She nudges him back. It's awkward because he's so much bigger than she is.]

I've always enjoyed duets.

[professorlionface]

[But he's a good sport, so he feigns almost toppling over.]

Well, you're certainly no slouch with one! Done many in your time?

[symmachy]

[She laughs. And maybe looks a bit smug.]

Twice with Dean Martin himself, and three times with Elvis.

[professorlionface]

[The smugness is especially effective. He's completely flabbergasted.]

You're kidding!

[symmachy]

[Mission: Success.]

True story.