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capeandcowllogs2009-03-29 07:29 pm
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the formal (icon of hell optional)
WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like
There are extensive tables for hor d'oeuvres, small desserts, and champagne as well as an open bar. Room for dancing is obvious, flanked by a small group of musicians. And there are alcoves for the shy, the hiding, the amorous, the machinating, or the creeper lurking.
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like
There are extensive tables for hor d'oeuvres, small desserts, and champagne as well as an open bar. Room for dancing is obvious, flanked by a small group of musicians. And there are alcoves for the shy, the hiding, the amorous, the machinating, or the creeper lurking.
Fuck you guys for pulling me off hiatus for this. AHHH
After that was out of his system, though, he had no problem tagging along to this little event. Ah, he did love parties after all, and he did enjoy a good undercover plan. He also enjoyed grinning from ear to ear with Ed on his arm in full drag and then glancing at everyone as if he were his trophy wife.
It probably made the Alchemist even more mad than he already was, but he was enjoying this far too much.
Though, they really were quite the pair. Ling for the first time since he'd probably been in the City had dressed up in Prince appropriate attire (http://i114.photobucket.com/albums/n276/s-teh-geekpimp/lingprofile-1.jpg). His long hair was neatly braided in the back, tied with a delicate red bow. It matched Ed's dress.
"Ah, actually no, I forgot. Run it by me again?" He whispered back, nodding slightly to someone else as they walked by.
c'mon bb, u no u loev it
"You met me at the Chinese restaurant and asked me out. My name's Yolanda. I'm a mutant sympathizer," Ed hissed through gritted teeth. "Don't mess this up."
He looked around, spotting only a few familiar faces. Hopefully none of the ones he didn't recognize were mind-readers, or if they were that they weren't paying attention. Neither Lust nor Al were here yet, it seemed. But there were snacks. Until his brother or their target showed up, they didn't have much to do, so he may as well grab some comfort food. It'd be a long night. He steered Ling towards a table laden with hor d'oeuvres.
shut up sob
To Ed's last comment, Ling turned to him with a dashing smile and replied, "I wouldn't dream of it, Yolanda, dear." He restrained the giggle because he knew Ed got the name from one of his Soaps. He'd done a terrible thing to get Ed watching them, according to Al.
Noticing Ed was dragging him over to food, Ling made a hum of appreciation and started to pick up a few of the snacks. Another good reason to volunteer for this was the free food that was promised.
"Cheer up~ You should be honored to be courted by a Xingese prince," He said in an almost teasing smile.
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Once at the snack table, Ed had to resist shovelling in the bite-sized crackers and things in by the handful, as was his usual method. It was just as well, as it kept him from choking at Ling's last comment.
"Honored? 'Courted'? You gotta be kidding me," Ed hissed, and drew breath for a blistering rant -
And spotted a distressingly familiar busty brunette sitting with a tall, unfamiliar man with close-cropped blonde hair, halfway across the room from them. Instinctively, Ed turned so his bangs obscured his face.
"We got company, lover boy," he said, jerking his chin to indicate the new arrivals. "See Al anywhere yet?"
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"Hm?" He said in response to Ed when he jerked his head. There she was, at least, from what he knew of Greed's memory, anyway. She was disguised but he knew what to look for. He didn't recognize the other with her but figured it really didn't matter.
Ling only glanced her way for a moment, hoping she didn't catch him and turned back to Ed, "That didn't last long," He said slightly disappointed. He turned and scanned the crowd, shaking his head.
"I don't see him yet, unless he's doing a good job of being scarce."
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Ed peered cautiously around Ling, trying to see Lust and if she was up to anything suspicious. Unless talking to Selina counted as suspicious, not really. But then her eyes turned in his direction, and Ed quickly duccked away. Chances that she'd recognize him like this were pretty low, but he didn't want to tempt fate. Or listen to her mock him for it later.
"This sucks," Ed said with feeling. But they did have a purpose here, a job to do. If Al wasn't around to keep an eye on Lust, they'd have to do it. As the musical ensemble struck up a waltz, he said, "We need to get closer without looking suspicious."
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And then he heard the music. Ah, yes, perfect, he thought. He grinned slightly into his glass and set it down gently on the table. Not saying anything just yet he took a step back from Ed and gave him just the slightest bow.
"May I have this dance?"
He did want to get closer, right? He only hoped Ed made an effort to play along as well to keep Lust from looking over to them. If Ed appeared girly enough she might not catch on.
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This... could get ugly. But he was very glad he hadn't worn high heels. And he suspected that shortly, Ling would be, too.
Trying his best to seem girly and demure, Ed batted his eyelashes and turned his head as if shy. "Oh," he said in a louder, sugary almost-falsetto, "but of course, my sweet prince." He held out his white-gloved hand in the traditional pose he'd seen ladies in movies use, waiting to be lead out onto the floor.
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Ling had a prince mode, and he was in it.
Once in a nice empty spot, Ling guided Ed's hands where they should be during the dance. He wasn't uh, authoritative on dancing, specifically a western dance, but he'd seen enough youtube videos and soaps to get the basic idea.
"It's a box movement, try to follow my lead," He said in a whisper, sounding almost like he knew what he was doing.
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"Right," Ed replied doubtfully, glancing down at Ling's feet. He jumped a little when Ling's arm slid around his waist, as his own hand was guided up to Ling's shoulder and the other caught fast. He was not comfortable with such close quarters with Ling. Especially not after that stupid incident on Valentine's Day, which they'd more or less never spoken of again except for when Al teased them mercilessly about it.
He could feel the blush begin to creep up, and he gritted his teeth. There was no time for squeamishness. As they began to sway with the music, Ed kept Lust in the corner of his vision. She seemed to be chatting very amicably with Selina now, and Ed had to wonder what Catwoman thought she was doing. He'd have to grill her about it later.
"We need to get closer," he said, his brows furrowing. It might not be a very good idea, as it meant Lust was more likely to spot him, but how else were they supposed to know what was going on?
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Once they started dancing, Ling did his best not to look like a moron and lead Ed at the same time. Western dancing was such a pain. He glanced around subtly at the rest of the room, catching glances as he did of Lust and the woman she was with.
"We can try, but we shouldn't get too close. She could see us and all this would have been for nothing." He glanced down at his 'date' with an eye brow raised. He refused to admit he had a faint blush too, damn it all.
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He glanced up at Ling's faint flush and then back down at their feet. He hoped the foundation hid the way his own cheeks only got redder. Then a sudden, soft beeping from his lightly padded chest area made him startle, stumble, and step solidly on Ling's foot.