the formal (icon of hell optional)

[molotovmartinis.livejournal.com]

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.

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[kingofthepeople.livejournal.com]

Ling tried to be as easy as he could with hand placements, but he felt Ed jerk a bit when his hand went to his waist. Honestly he took no pleasure in this, himself. He was just doing what needed to be done, Valentine's Day be damned, they were on a mission.

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.

[tinprodigy.livejournal.com]

"Like she'd ever recognize me like this," Ed snapped, bitter with humiliation. He barely recognized himself in the mirror, after the torturous process of Amelia dying his hair, styling it, and pasting all kinds of makeup on his face. The eyeliner and mascera had been the worst, because they brought out his long, horribly girly eyelashes. Goddamn, he was never, ever letting Al and Amelia plot against him again.

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.