[Open Event] NPP Dance at the Newcomer Community Center

[rapturescreed]

Who: The Newcomer Political Party and The Newcomers!
When: January 13th, 7:00 PM to
Where: The Newcomer Community Center
Summary: Time for the Dance! Everyone have fun!
Warnings: Anything is possible!

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[dancing_pierrot]

[Franziska's wearing a simple black dress and carrying her whip, for all the world looking as though she'd dearly like to duck out at the very next opportunity. It's any wonder she even made an appearance at all!]

[makethemguilty]

[Guess what. He's staring at you. From across the way. But not approaching. No, definitely not. No daughter of his was going to run and hide from him and expect him to go and give chase. But feel free to notice him...over there. In his corner.]

[dancing_pierrot]

[While she's scanning the room looking for people she might recognize, her very own father does of course catch her eye. Although she hadn't expected him here, she had considered the possibility and had not allowed herself to be fazed by it. She knew that he knew she was here now, thanks to his Fund application, and she did not want to be the first person to properly break what was, quite frankly, becoming a perfectly comfortable silence. She looks at him only briefly, and if he's looking back at her at that precise moment, he might notice the corner of her mouth curl almost imperceptibly downwards, but there is no further acknowledgement.]

[makethemguilty]

[Which would remain that way, for now, as he'll turn his back and move out of her line of sight, refusing to play this childish game. Then again she was only a little girl in his mind, still. Turning, he stared at the winterland decorations and moved away, his thick fingers brushing over a chair for support while his cane was held at an angle. The surgery would make him appear a little more awkward than usual, but no matter. He could navigate just as well as any other person could, for he refused to seen as weak.]

[dancing_pierrot]

[When he turns his back, she turns her too, trying to think nothing of it, but for the rest of the night she'll scold herself for losing track of him and spend most of it looking over other people's shoulders.]

[atrumcanis]

[There was once another party, where Franziska was dressed as a witch and had a whip, and Sirius snuck up on her. He considers sneaking up on her again, but the lighting is too good to try that just now.

So instead, he approaches her directly, sauntering over.]

What're you drinking?

[dancing_pierrot]

[She tries to smile at him, but the expression falls flat as she throws a look over his shoulder; it was foolish of her to lose track of her father like that. But why should she care if he saw who she was associating with? She tried to convince herself it didn't matter.

Her fingers curl slightly tighter around the base of her glass as she raises an eyebrow at Sirius.]

Water.

[But for all her distraction and apparent misery, at least she's wearing the necklace that he gave her?]

[atrumcanis]

[He glances at that necklace with a smile before looking up at her again.]

Only water? We're at a party, darling, you have to have something else. It's nearly required by law. I had a tray of champagne before, I could probably lay my hands on a second, if you lie.

Also, randomly, back in her witchy dress up days she had a broom and not a whip! :B

[dancing_pierrot]

[While the very idea of champagne does sound very appealing - at her eyes even brighten slightly at the mention - she shakes her head, mouth forming a thin hard line.

After another surreptitious glance over his shoulder:]

I have reasons for wanting to remain in full control of my mental faculties tonight, Sirius Black. Otherwise... I think I would actually agree.

oh yes well perhaps he thought she had a whip because she ALWAYS has a whip........

[atrumcanis]

[He raises an eyebrow at her.]

Let me guess. You're bidding on the flying horse and you don't want to pass out before you place that last bid.

she always has a hitting implement, it's not always a whip!

[dancing_pierrot]

[Congratulations, you almost got a laugh out of her.]

Hah, were that actually the case, it would be far more enjoyable than the truth.
As it is, I unfortunately have no current need for a flying horse.

CLOSE ENOUGH.

[atrumcanis]

[He lets his eyebrows raise even higher, exaggerating the expression.]

Well, first off, no one needs a flying horse, you just get one. Secondly, what could possibly be so terrible, you're at a bloody party. Unless you're social-phobic, secretly. You aren't, are you?

SHE HAS VARIETY IN HER HITTY THINGS, OKAY. :B

[dancing_pierrot]

[My father, she wants to say. My father is what is making this party more intolerable than the usual fare. But she doesn't, because it's not a pleasant topic of conversation and she also is unaware of how much Sirius currently knows about his presence here in the city. Frankly, Franziska would prefer to continue pretending that he doesn't exist. Not unless he does something that she cannot completely avoid. She worries about Miles; she'll admit that.

But she won't mention any of that, not now, and instead, she'll just continue along the lines of his banter:]

Don't be ridiculous, you've seen me at parties before. You've seen me drinking at parties before. Just different circumstances, that all. Maybe I'll have a glass of wine when I get home. [A smirk, but her eyes remain hard, distant:] You know, to celebrate not being at this party any longer.

they all hurt, what does it matter..........

[atrumcanis]

[There's something else here--or perhaps that's just paranoia, and the stupid concern that he (sometimes) feels toward Franziska. She's not some helpless girl, so it hardly matters.]

You and your wine. Will it be just one glass? And will it be all alone? You know what they say about girls that drink alone, don't you?

... they hurt in varying degrees?

[dancing_pierrot]

[She take a sip of her water, considering him over the rim of her glass.]

I can think of several things, but what would you - or your hypothetical 'they' - say?

yes but they all hurt!

[atrumcanis]

Why, they say that they're lonely. What were you thinking of?