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

Comments

[batmantled]

Yeah, I hope not. [ Company is definitely a nice change. A change from the hours he'd spent lurking at the hospital at home; a change from the closed up loneliness of the office here. ]

How have things been at the dojo?

[symmachy]

[Baby, Scatty will always keep you company.]

Excellent. I've started a women's self-defense class on Friday nights. [And karaoke after, but he doesn't need to know that.]

[batmantled]

Sounds like a blast. [ He'll keep that admiring little headshake mostly to himself. ]

With the way the disasters roll in it's nice people getting ready for the danger ahead of time.

[symmachy]

It is. They're a promising group. [Already flipping one another on their third class, it almost brings a tear to her eye.]

No kidding. I'd rather have them be prepared, which is why the class is free.

[batmantled]

I'm glad somebody's taking the initiative. [ And truth be told it's not really a surprise. And oh look, they're almost inside. He'll reach ahead for the door and open it, gentleman style. ]

The way the Porter's been sending away my sparring partners I'm almost afraid to turn around these days.

[symmachy]

[She is adequately charmed as she goes inside and waits for him to follow.] It's what I was taught to do.

[Scatty laughs.] I've been here for about three years. I don't think she's going to send me away anytime soon, so I'll spar with you anytime.

[batmantled]

Well, who am I to turn down an offer like that? [ He'll follow and then reach for her hand again. A small, casual gesture. ]

Dinner first, though.

[symmachy]

[One she accepts.]

Then it's a date.