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[invisibyron]

WHO: Everybody! Everybody, and Patricia.
WHAT: The first annual Europe Day Party, aka EU New Years, aka Europegate, aka The French Revolution. Decadent decay, imperialism, wine-drinking, scone-waving, Manet/Monet slurring, nouveau bossa nova, big maps, Eurocentricism, themed booze.
WHEN: Friday evening; party starts around nine, starts around

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C.J & James & Open -- 10:15

[claudiajane]

It was, among those who knew C.J. Emerson, something of a well-known secret that she had the tendency of being something of a lush. After all, Dorothy Gale spent an eternity as a child, so C.J. seemed to relish any adulthood excuse to act silly and have fun. Growing up in rural Minnesota also gave a girl a decent upbringing in alcohol - though a strict moral code might be taught in the public schools, after the bell rang in high school, there wasn't much else to do but sit around and steal alcohol from the liquor cabinets of adults.

And so the girl sipped heavily (to put it politely) on her wine as she sampled some baklava. She appeared to be deep in thought for a moment, and then turned to her old friend who had accompanied her to the party that night.

"Oh James," she exclaimed, as if struck by a sudden and brilliant idea. "Let's go dance!" Excitedly, she gestured toward the impromptu dance floor.

Re: C.J & James & Open -- 10:15

[onlyhadaheart]

Gatherings among the Tale community never failed to entertain James, which was why he was so often among those in attendance of such events, sometimes alone, sometimes with Anna and sometimes with wonderful friends, such as C.J. Besides, considering himself something of an old man, he was always flattered when he could accompany her.

However, true to his nature, he hadn't remarked on C.J.'s consumption, as he both remembered being young and would have his eye on her anyhow. It was just how he was without really considering it. Besides, the point tonight was to haven fun, wasn't it? And then she suggested dancing. For a moment, he blinked at her, but that was soon followed by a grin, game as ever, even if it could mean making a fool of himself.

"Dancing it is, and if I step on your toe, you can kick me back," he joked, taking her hand with an admittedly ridiculous flourish.

C.J & James & Open -- 10:15

[claudiajane]

Laughing, she followed him to the dance floor. Some people probably wouldn't consider it appropriate for a nearly-25-year-old to be dancing with an older married man on a Friday night, but such things simply didn't occur to C.J. After all, James was James. Forever fatherly figure and an important friend in her life. "Don't be silly. I'm sure you're an excellent dancer!" Some might have said that the young woman wavered a bit as she walked - others would describe it as a creative walking pattern.

Once they reached the floor though, she stopped, pulling back her hand. "Oh, but wait! You have to put your name on my dance card first!" She nodded gravely, as if dancing without a signature were akin to a first degree crime.

C.J & James & Open -- 10:15

[onlyhadaheart]

Amused, James affected a serious look for a moment, dug in his pocket for a pen and held his hand out to support the card, intending to sign it and then hopefully not make her too dizzy, as he was a good dancer, all things considered.

"Now, did you want..."

Hmm. Brow wrinkled slightly for a moment, he looked over the options, as he was supposed to be playing serious, after all. While cavorting around a dance floor with C.J. was something that didn't even register on his 'inappropriate' meter, signing his name to something like the 'Foxtrot of Carnal Delight' did just a bit. Even if his signature was likely to be indistinguishable.

"Swagger of the Ill Repute?" he asked, looking up.

C.J & James & Open -- 10:15

[claudiajane]

At this, C.J. broke out into full-fledged laughter. "What!?!?" She grabbed the card back from his hand and, for the first time, actually read the options.

"Golly!" When drunk, her northern Minnesotan accent and vocabulary had a habit of baring its ugly teeth, Fargo-style. She took another minute - clearly longer than any sober person would have needed - to review the options. "Swaggering it is, James. Swaggering it is!" She handed him back the card to sign, silly grin still plastered upon her face.

Re: C.J & James & Open -- 10:15

[onlyhadaheart]

Laughter was contagious in most cases, but more so when it involved C.J. and James, especially as he was easily led to a laugh even without anything remarkably funny as the cause. This, however, was definitely up there in terms of amusement.

His illegible scrawl now adorning the card, he handed it back and held out his hand again. "I don't know how to swagger, I'm almost certain," he said, an intended stage whisper that came out as more of a shout due to the volume of the room, thereby diminishing the comic intent of the 'confession' in his mind, "so we'll have to improvise."

C.J & James & Open -- 10:15

[claudiajane]

That was alright, because C.J. could dance to the sound of pots clanging together, were such an occasion ever necessary. That's not to say that her dancing would ever be considered such in certain established circles, but tonight she felt fairly confident that she could feel the viola electronic jive that was pulsating through the room. Besides, she watched Dancing with the Stars at the CassionasJ residence every now and then. She knew the basics.

Extending her arms in mock seriousness, she took James' hands. Half sturdying herself and half taking the lead, she dramatically gave herself a spin, laughing once again as she did so. "That's all right, I don't think we're being judged."

Re: C.J & James & Jonas -- 10:15

[kid_skin]

Jonas sometimes liked to think of himself in terms of great cartoons of his childhood, because cartoons were awesome and full of really sagacious advice for real life scenarios. That night he was strictly Darkwing Duck material, as he crept the streets of Manhattan, and then darted into the crumbly building in Flatiron and followed the sounds. He slithered through the crowds like the most top secret covert mallard this side of Disney, and okay, maybe his red devil horns got a few curious looks, but he wasn't exactly the one dressed like some kind of foreign cow milker, so whateverMostly he was the terror that flapped in the night, the batteries that weren't included, the headache in the criminal mind, and any other of the multitudinous metaphors used to describe Darkwing. It was with stealth, and a lingering trace of the measles, that Jonas found C.J. Emerson totally drunk dancing with some old dude. Jonas thought dancing was almost as awesome as cartoons, especially break dancing and things that involved robots, which he was really

C.J & James & Jonas -- 10:15

[onlyhadaheart]

"Good, because this is not going to be perfect score dancing," James said and spun C.J. once more, then steadied her with the intent to actually dance, rather than make C.J. dizzier than a kid trying to hit a piñata. Dancing was, after all, what they had come out to do, and he doubted they'd have a chance to do so later, given C.J.'s particular choices to enjoy the party thus far.

It seemed dancing still wasn't in the cards - Dancing. Cards. Dance cards. Get it? Likely something only amusing in James' head - as a horned young man made himself known. Trying not to crack a smile at the inspection, James couldn't help but laugh at the next thing out of the young man's mouth. Sugar daddy? This was a joke, right? It had to be.

"I don't know, C.J., do you like that candy?" he asked with a grin at her, then looked back, explaining a moment later just to be clear, in case the kung fu part hadn't been a joke. "You know, Sugar Daddy. Caramel. On a stick, like a lollipop."

C.J & James & Jonas -- 10:15

[claudiajane]

"Jonas!" The sound out of the dancing girl's mouth was something more akin to a squeal than any actual form of communication, and she stopped attempting the Swagger of Ill Repute for long enough to give him a hug. But the music didn't stop, so neither did C.J. Emerson's groove, and she continued to bop up and down (occasionally even to the beat) as she talked.

"Yes, I love those -" she cut herself off as she talked, realizing suddenly the potential awkwardness of the situation and her failure to introduce her two friends. "Oh! James, this is Jonas. Jonas, James. Jonas is my roommate! And James is..." She struggled to think of a way to describe him that wasn't 'the Tin Man' or 'from Oz.'

"...James is an old friend. You guys are both - uh, how do you say it, Jonas? Made of total awesome."

C.J & James & Jonas & Cassia -- 10:15

[whynded]

Cassia had spotted her roommate out on the dance floor quite drunk a little while ago, when she had first arrived at the party. And with James as well! Planning on stopping by to say hello, she was currently talking to some.. well, random hipster guy about the differences between Monet and Van Gogh. Which of course, there were, they were two totally different people with completely different styles. Though she did enjoy Van Gogh's Starry Night. Finally making some excuse to go get a drink (because she wasn't nearly as drunk as she wanted to be) she headed off to get herself some.

And then at around 10 or so, she'd decided to go see C.J. Holding a glass of vodka and orange juice (she loved her vodka, loved it) she walked over there, only slightly unsteady on her heels. Cassia really wasn't planning on getting downright drunk, because the last time that had happened, clothes had been shed and the blonde wanted to keep her clothes on tonight considering she was at some ritzy, drunk Europe Day party