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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[arealgem]

[If Ruby is unhappy to see Meg, she definitely doesn't show it. At the tap to her shoulder, she is turning to grin at that familiar tone.]

Aw, don't tell me you managed to find time for a dance with little old me, Meg~ What a nice surprise.

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint is confident in the knowledge she won't do that in public. He slides an arm around her waist and draws her close.]

I hope you know how to dance.

[fe_male]

[WHICH IS ALSO ANNOYING. Seriously. He doesn't like it when people don't listen to him anyway, which is kind of often for some reason. People who specifically brought him in for something and then ignored it are just... heckletweet.

He just sort of nods and then goes off to get drinks, because drinks are a thing he can totally do all by himself. Doesn't take long to come back.]

Okay so I've picked out the socialites and the cognoscenti and the SHIELD heads and maidens and crap, but who else is here? I don't actually know what this one is for.

[intotheseas]

[ Her smile falls just a bit, and she can't help but worry. Katara is awful at listening to "Everything's great/fine" and taking it at face value, so she bites her lip through her smile, glancing away. ]

It is! It's really nice. [ Oh, was this going to be awkward? He had saved her life, really... she felt their friendship really deepen that day, but Zuko had been so busy in general lately (and she was sort of honeymooning with Aang) that she hadn't talked to him as often as she wanted to. Though it wasn't in his nature to really be very social, it still made her feel weird to see him sitting alone while everyone else was dancing and having a good time. ]

Almost makes you want to dance, right?

[notbullied]

You're rather odd, mister Kawara. [ But he slowly rises from his chair, giving in. He'll be back soon, book...! ] I won't be a good partner. I've never danced before.

[instinctiveshooter]

Hi Nat.

[Clint is smiling and resisting the urge to tug at his tie.]

You look good.

Clint Barton | Marvel Movieverse | OTA

[instinctiveshooter]

[enchiridion]

[ Finn likes pink hair.

So he's just gonna sidle up (or, okay, get firmly shoved by his best friend Jake) next to Fluttershy and clear his throat. Very loudly. Twice. ]

Dance? With me?

Edgar Roni Figaro | Final Fantasy VI

[edgar_roni]

[biding]

[Ryouta will try not to keep you from your precious book for too long, Nageki. He brightens and just chuckles at being called odd.] That's okay. Never to late to learn, right?

[statusquandry]

Ginshu's skirts pool around them as he presses up against Ezio, hands resting delicately against his coat. The music is soft, echoing out the windows and into the garden where they stood together, laughing softly as Ezio guides Ginshu through the steps.

[vinovidivici]

You got it. [ It's a sign! Good choice, split-second decision to grab this player. Oh, and Claire does let go of Mako's sleeve like nothing happened. ] We'll be up against the Fire Ferrets in the quarter-finals, am I right? Assuming we both make it through the first round. And personally I think that's a dead cert, you guys could thrash the Badgermoles without breakin' a sweat.

[ See, he's polite, bigging up your side without saying anything about his own team. It's not that he feels there's no justification needed for saying his team will win. ]

arisato minako ❦ persona 3 portable

[ubinunc]

[grumpiness]

[He gives Bolin a light slap on the cheek when he turns to look at the ladies.] C'mon, let's get this over with. I don't got all night!

[He will make a grab for Bolin's hand! He will be the lead man B)]

Steve Rogers | MCU

[totallyupsized]

Erik Lehnsherr | X-Men: First Class

[xdaddy]

[sthenic]

Hmmm... Yeah. ((Her hands rest on his shoulders and she glances slightly away. Was she blushing? Ah, who knows. Those stupid, dark, prom-style ballrooms never provide for much detail. She glances down and uneasily moves her feet--Sakura wasn't sure she'd ever done this, actually.))

How's the party for you?

[beardedveteran]

[ Formal events like this-- unless there's some kind of animatronic statue of Mr. Legend waving and saluting and spouting out catchphrases to command every second of his attention, Kotetsu couldn't care less for the speeches, the "entertainment" (waltzes aren't entertaining!), the way he has to shake hands with people he's never met, never heard of, and will never see again hundreds of times throughout the night.

All he can be thankful for is that this is a relatively small event, and his hand's only touched about thirty others so far tonight before he slipped away from Lloyds and back to his natural habitat by the buffet table. He isn't one for obsessive-compulsive antibac spray but after contact with so many weirdly sweaty palms, the idea sounds vaguely plausible as he piles snacks (--canapés) onto a fancy-looking crystal (or glass? Card would've worked!) plate using his left hand instead, slowly munching on a salmon roll as is business when both hands are full. Well, whatever. Barnaby's had to shake at least twice the number of businessman hands as he has, he's sure, and he won't be touching any of the feta pastries with that number of ladies just lining up for a spin on the dancefloor. His loss, really.

So who other than Barnaby Brooks Jr. himself should break through his momentary reverie where his only five-minute mission is to get one of everything on the table before the next song starts, with that firm clasp on his shoulder-- even through the padding of his suit-- and the rushed hiss of a demand. ]

Mmnf? [ --is all he can manage through the last inch of salmon and crispy fried wrap before he withdraws it into his mouth and swallows, then looking at Barnaby with a look less agog and more vaguely surprised, amused, even, eyes wide with the beginnings of a smile quirking the corner of his mouth. ] What, and leave your fans hanging? Come on, you can do better than this old man for a dance partner! [ And Kotetsu has better things to do with his mouth than convince this pretty-boy to dance with a high-class probably rich business associate. Like eat salmon rolls. He's on the cusp of a laugh and reaching out to pat Barnaby on the shoulder in return, maybe even encourage him back to his crowd of hangers-on... but something catches his attention, without turning; the rhythmic clicking of, what he knows from experience, a woman spurred on by desperation and anger. Just from measuring Barnaby's expression, he realises Agnes is a terrifying woman to be able to give him these Pavlovian responses. But as far as he can tell, that's just someone getting the tempo wrong on the dancefloor. Right? ]

[cuttingspace]

[ The lights are akin to those in rave parties, and disco balls adorn the ceiling. Pop music blares from the front, but as Dave is unfamiliar with the modern way of dancing, he naturally looks for a partner to dance with.

Rose is just the unfortunate victim he happens to choose. ]

May I have this dance, dear sister?

[ He extends his hand, his lips curled in the usual smirk. ]

[restitchtime]

I'd rather gouge my eyes out with the shards of one of those disco balls.

[flatly. Rose knows that Dave is stuck somewhere in the 1940s when it comes to parties like this, but that doesn't mean she's going to go out there when she's already slightly self-conscious in a dress as she is now.

also she's fairly sure she's not going to know whatever dance he wants to pull, so fuck that.]

Kanaya Maryam ♍ Promstuck

[promspistice]

[cuttingspace]

Ah, but Rosie --

[ He grabs her hand nevertheless, and gently tugs her to him. ]

It's not a party unless you have fun.

[notbullied]

... I guess. [ What if he has two left feet, Ryouta??

Nageki is a little nervous but he goes ahead and walks on over to where the other is standing. What is he supposed to do? ] Go slow.

oh hey finn~

[mybeans]

[And there's that cue, as the lights go down and that smooth music starts. She was looking to see if Brad was somewhere out there and maybe not being hugged too tightly by Melissa. But then there was Finn standing there with his arms extended for some reason.]

Finn, what are you doing?

[Wait...]

[restitchtime]

Then I guess it's not a party. [she digs her heels in a little, not quite ready to go quietly]

Has Lalonde been giving you lessons on how to be a creep? You're picking up on it wonderfully.