meme #004 | slow-dancing ( think outside the boxstep )

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slow dancing ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ a meme → COMMENT WITH YOUR CHARACTER'S NAME, FANDOM, AND PREFERENCE. → PICK A CHARACTER YOU WANT TO TAG AND GO FOR IT. → PLAY NICE; NO WANK, FLAMES, OR GENERAL HUMBUGGERY. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ the deal FORMAL OR INFORMAL, WITH MUSIC OR WITHOUT, YOU COULD BE AT A GLAMOUROUS GALA WHILE A SINGER CROONS SOFTLY OR IN THE SILENCE OF YOUR OWN LIVING ROOM. WHEREVER YOU ARE, YOU HAVE THE URGE TO DANCE. DID YOU ASK YOUR PARTNER OR DID THEY ASK YOU? HAVE YOU GOT TWO LEFT FEET OR IS THE VIENNESE WALTZ YOUR JAM? IT COULD BE AWKWARD, IT COULD BE ROMANTIC. EITHER WAY IT'S CUTE AS HELL.

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[theagent]

[ No :| ]

I already have a job, Mr Stark. [ But she sees her least favourite Councilman making his way over to them, the one who's always staring at her breasts rather than her face and who behaves as though the fact that she is a woman disqualifies her from the work she does.

Even Tony Stark's presence is infintely preferable to his, and he presents an obvious escape route. ] Do you dance?

[stillhastrustissues]

Why am I learning to be led, exactly? [ Casual conversation while you are carefully watching your feet, no big deal. :| ]

[readbetweenthelines]

[Lights. Decorations. Music. Food. The works - that was what was in store for them tonight. The Order had decided to throw another formal banquet/ball for its poor overworked staff, and heaven knows they all needed the boost in morale right about now. It was a rare moment indeed when everyone just got to relax and be people for a change.]

[Lavi slides up next to Lenalee, holding a glass of punch out right in front of her nose. Grinning, of course. Always grinning.]

Tsk tsk, Lenalee. I hope you didn't really plan to wallflower the whole night away.

[deduce]

It might come in useful.

<sub>[ Like you know, when Sherlock wants to dance with you. Because he always leads. :|

It turns out that Sherlock is both an excellent dancer and a brilliant teacher. And John - he's a quick learner. ]</sub>

You're doing better than I would have expected you to be.

[beardedveteran]

[ Being able to let himself go like this was relaxing. Not because the gradually healing burn had caused him any real discomfort lately and the alcohol distracted from the lingering pain; not entirely, at least. But kicking back in the comfiest chair in his partner's place and airing the bandages, talking freely, dropping the guard he'd been holding around the kids after the screen had accidentally been switched on earlier... It just felt good.

The empty cans stacked up at the foot of the chair were testimony to just how laid-back he was letting himself be, or-- it's more likely he hadn't realised how much he was drinking, from the slight haze and too-quick way things were happening, words and memories were spilling out of his mouth. Simply watching Barnaby practically leap to his feet with grace (coming from the viewpoint of someone who hasn't left his chair for over an hour) nearly made his head spin, although at that question, he practically snorted, tipping his head back as though to let out a laugh that never came. ]

Who doesn't? Music's the-- [ -Rhythm to his life? Something like that. But with that gesture he felt compelled to lean forward to peer in that direction, take in the sight of the stereo set and... wow, it's streamlined and pretty shiny-looking compared to his own at home. He whistled appreciatively, swilling the contents of the beercan in hand. ] Sure looks like you do, Bunny! That all built-in?

This journal is three days old. I am still very much in voice testing. No worries T_T

[moontothetide]

[It's true that they probably make something of an odd pair, especially with Tara in her nice blouse and flowy skirt in soft pastels. But Tara doesn't mind. She's certainly noticed, but Tara is the sort of girl who's always found herself drawn to opposites.]

Oh, um, th-that's okay. [More than okay. Tara is about as sensible as it's possible to be in two inch heels, but it's a good thing they're moving slowly.] It's smart. Not wearing heels. V-Very, um, practical. After all, i-if... [And here she hastens to think up something witty to say. When she does, she blurts it out without thinking much further than having something witty to say. Forcing a smile:] ...i-if monsters broke down the door a-and started attacking people, you'd be in great shape!

[...and then she seems to wilt slightly, as she actually realizes what she just said. Smooth, Tara. Smooth.

It hasn't been that long since she's had to flirt with someone, has it?]

[pluggedintheoverlord]

[He'll just be sitting over here, off to the side, at the bar. Because wherever they are, there's a bar.]

[reigninginstars]

[Let's say it's some sort of formal event.

Shepard's avoiding the dance floor like the plague, actually. When she spots her pilot over at the bar, she wanders up next to him and orders herself a drink.]

Hey.

[socius]

[She just kind of .. knew he'd come back. Eventually. It wasn't like she was going to age just sitting around waiting. Or swaying in this case, just a little, to the music.]

Not usually. Some songs are nice, though.

[pluggedintheoverlord]

[They can rock those dress blues. But he's still got that hat on.]

Hey, Shepard. Having a good time?

[reigninginstars]

[Her fingers tap along the bar top.]

For the most part, until I get dragged into political talk.

[Oh goodie, her drink's here. She's going to take a drink of it.]

What about you?

[pluggedintheoverlord]

[He shrugged, taking a sip of his own drink.]

Just guarding the bar and trying not to make eye contact with anybody above my pay grade. It's what I'm good at. Got a lot of practice in.

sdnfjks

[recidivus]

[Oh. Um, well hey, she's not going to turn down a dance. And not from a gentleman, either.]

I'm not a madame yet, mister. [But she'll take his hand all the same.]

SIR, THAT IS A TEN, NOT A TWO

[recidivus]

[WHOA OKAY yanked up and over and okay, she can dig a bit of dancing, beaming away and awkward-shuffling to get her wits about her.]

You love every song!

[reversethepolarity]

[Oh if only you knew, Miss Tyler. But hey, he'll just be leading you off to the dance floor once that hand is taken.]

Oh no, not a madame. But I have on good authority that there is a historical record of a Dame Tyler in the back of the Queen's personal library.

Rather amazing likeness to the artist's portrait, if I might say.

[oracle_knows]

Barbara's voice was low and amused as she was slow-dancing with Tara. "How do you tell an introverted mathematician from an extroverted one?" Her body was in rhythm with the music and Barbara amusedly wondered if Tara was avoiding looking at her tight t-shirt. It was there to be admired.

I MEANT HAVE A SECOND DOCTOR YOU ALFJALFJ

[universaljanitor]

Because they're all brilliant!

[Now shut up and sway with him, dear little human]

[moontothetide]

And it was indeed an admirably tight shirt providing an admirable view. But, well, it wasn't even a proper date. Just a campus mixer she'd forcibly dragged herself too after a great deal of internal debate. At least at this close proximity, admiring stares were something Tara considered to be a third date affair.

"I-I don't know. What?"

Tara's not bad at math, but math jokes are beyond even her rather eclectic areas of humor.

[oracle_knows]

"An extroverted mathematician stares at someone else's feet." Barbara smiled, sharing enough classes with the mathematicians to be able to make that joke even if she was studying library science. And her tone was gentle, teasing rather than cruel.

[recidivus]

[SPLUTTERING. Even if she's not faltering step to the dancefloor. Just. WHAT.]

P-Portrait? Ehm- Yeah, alright. Historical record? Which one? [Brows up, because she can't cock just one, shut up.]

[moontothetide]

And she's obvious enough about only teasing that the joke earns a smile and a gaze darted up at her face from her nervous dance partner.

"Y-You do have, um, really nice shoes. Th-They suit you."

NOP IS TENTH, NOT SECOND

[recidivus]

[S I G H okay she can sway, and lean in close and maybe tug the lead away from him for just a moment- just to be cheeky.]

[reversethepolarity]

One of her majesty's private ones. Caught a quick peek the last time I was in the palace. Seems you were listed as an enemy of the crown, Dame Tyler.

[Even so, he's wrapping one arm around her waist, holding his other up for her to take, to start to lead her in a nice little waltz.]

... if you go backwards from right now he's second...

[universaljanitor]

[He grins and lets her steal the lead, humming along with the song under his breath. Have fun making up dance moves!]

[oracle_knows]

"Thank you." Barbara smiled. "I'm not going to bite, Tara. At least not tonight." She was clearly continuing to tease.