WHO: EVERYONE!
WHAT: Valentine's Sweetheart Dance
WHERE: The Jazz Club
WHEN: 8pm-whenever people stumble home
Here it is folks. The big dance at the jazz club. Remember, 40's dress is optional, but not required. And if your character doesn't have a date to the dance, that's okay! Everyone is welcome.
The club is set up to look like an old fashioned
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He had moved up the stairs casually (he didn't do elevators) and had stood outside her door for a moment before finally knocking. He felt like an idiot.. but sometimes, that was a good feeling.
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York never really struck her as the sort of person to be tardy, and she wondered (fingering the material and the way the seams darted up and around) if he'd changed his mind about her. She liked the dress quite a bit. The way it sat against her and the moved around her legs when she walked. She hoped he'd feel the same way, clamping down hard on the flutter of birds in her stomach and ribcage.
Nine-twelve. Still nothing.
And then, exactly six minutes and twenty-eight seconds later, she heard the knock. Clutching a hand to her chest, River gingerly opened the door.
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Yeah. Yeah, he'd said that. And he'd even pronounced it correctly, thanks to Delta.
Both hands (gloved in white gloves) came out to extend forward, so she could take the both of them, and he could tug her into the hallway, and release them. "Will you spin for me?"
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"You appear -- nice. Additionally."
She spun.
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"Watched the clock and the hands moved slowly and rapidly, ticking -- tocking their way through my head." Amplifying her insecurities. "Worried the ticks meant you wouldn't come. That's what they said. The hands. Moving over the face."
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The door was pulled open seconds later, and York was ushering River inside first, before he followed behind, hand pressed against the small of her back, and remaining there. Possessive Freelancer.
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The club was not one she'd attended before, and briefly she was overwhelmed by the sheer mass of people. York's possessiveness was, oddly in itself, appreciated as she clung against him, eyes darting to unconsciously map the exits and plan a route of escape.
If necessary.
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Very awkward. But comfortable, if they were only standing. Unfortunately, they were walking. It just made it easier for York to speak nearer to her ear. "Nature is all things beautiful. Rivers are a part of nature. And with this logic, I remind you that all Rivers are fantastic, even the ones that aren't always wet."
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Her eyes still glued to the walls, River slowed to let him York adjust himself more comfortably against her. Half-thinking, she squeezed at his fingers. This brand of happiness was not at all how she imagined, and River found she didn't mind in the least. Especially when his voice distracted from the rest. Singular, in her thoughts. And very close proximity, otherwise.
Delta would say her heart rate had increased, voice small when she answered York.
"There are still four viable exits and thirteen and a half methods of escape..."
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He also reported that her analysis was correct, and that York should be analyzing the room as well. York reminded him that River had just done that for him-- he'd noticed the windows, the doors, the people-- he just hadn't bothered to think too hard about them.
River smelled good.
"Do you know how to swing dance?" Delta had taught him using a movie-- Swing Kids. They had both enjoyed it.
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Fingers tightened against York's and she leaned back against him, letting the information regarding exits and windows and escape routes filter away. At last, the noise in her head adjusted to the group of people; with a shuddering breath, she managed a smile.
"There's a harmony to it -- following song begins in fifty four seconds. Unsuited for swinging. But follow me?"
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Lemming.
But all the same, he was a happy Lemming, and was tightening his arms some around her shoulders and shuffling behind her, his legs spread wider than her stance so that he could walk without stepping all over the back of her feet.. didn't want to step on her dress, either. It was beautiful.
"Do you see anyone you know?" York didn't, yet.. but they were only half way inside.
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True to her word, the song began less than a minute later and the couple (were they that?) stepped onto a crowding dance floor. Reluctantly, she pulled out of his arms, stepping back with a little flirt of a smile, and spun.
Little steps made all the difference, causing her skirt to flare when she dipped forward, grasping excitedly at York's hand. She was laughing -- smiling eagerly as they wove a path through the crowd, keeping them out of harm's way. The dance captured her, while York got pulled unceremoniously along.
This was who she was.
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And he laughed as he was tugged along behind her, bumping in to someone once, and he apologized quickly as the continued on, until River found a place she wanted to be, and York was able to fall into step-- then out of step. It was hard to keep up, but Delta was working in his head to find out the moves, classify them, predict what she might do next. He was making a pattern, matching movements. And after a moment of study (and being hauled around), York was able to match River in her dance, though he wasn't nearly as graceful, he was able to keep up.
But he wasn't able to stop smiling.
Inside his head, Delta sat silently as he tried to register the emotion in his host. For the moment, he was at a loss.
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Such an incomprehensible feeling of utter rightness in the world when she spun. A flick of the wrist. The stomp of a single foot. Her shoulders dipping as she weaved around him. York caught on impressively fast, but she knew she had a certain little green man to thank for that. Delta was a helpful creature.
Again, she twirled, skirt fluttering about her knees before tugging York to follow, using him as her anchor.
When the song stopped, so did River, grinning and pressed close against York. Heart rate certainly elevated.
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