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It don't mean a thing...

Oct 18, 2009 15:42

Who: Anybody who wants a good time
What: Party Time
Where: The newly bent bandstand
When: Tonight!
Warnings: Alcohol?

( If it ain't got that swing! )

† monday, † pandora, † eve brea, † graham specter, † rocky rickaby, !open, † anomie, † aya brea

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DANCE FLOOR maniccat October 18 2009, 22:48:09 UTC

Go dance the jitterbug or something, kids. Have a grand time!

l-lol, also lateeeee storybreaker October 21 2009, 21:56:31 UTC

He hadn't been on time persay, but being "on time" was hardly a problem that plauged Graham's conscious enough for it to hinder his immediate movement to the dance floor. Unfortunately, there was a slight problem. No, more than a slight problem, it was a large and unpleasant problem, being that no one else was taking to dancing. However! Fortune did shine upon him tonight, because there was someone so very familiar to him only a little while away, and he couldn't pick a better dance partner than Miss Brea herself.

[ooc: Read above post as "brb stalking Aya."]

AFTER OBTAINING (1) ONE AYA BREA. storybreaker October 23 2009, 20:51:41 UTC

The music had begun to cue up, and only upon their arrival on the dance floor did Graham's grip let up.

"Since you accepted, I can only be led to believe you know how to dance already, right Miss Brea?" His foot tapped in beat now. "Right! And even if you don't, you'll know soon! Although I would be disappointed if you didn't, what a frustratin' story that would be!" Both hands now moving with the flow of the music, the mechanic leaned in close for a second, "I might want to fight you instead, if that's the case!" He leaned back again, smiling so very broadly. "So, let's hope this stays a happy story for you tonight, because either way, it will be for me!"

[ooc AGAIN: lmao, probably the wrong kind of music for what Rocky was playing but. I thought this song was appropriate.]

agentminiskirt October 24 2009, 03:25:47 UTC

Dancing was no stranger to Aya. The night life of New York had typically a been vigorous one, even during her years spent as a police officer and government agent. Her home and social life had been pretty much next to nonexistent outside of her work. (The only thing that had drawn her to the opera house on Christmas Eve twelve years ago, ironically, was a nagging instinct and a pestering guy convinced he was her boyfriend ( ... )

this is much shorter than I thought it would be. storybreaker October 26 2009, 00:42:27 UTC

Unfortunately, the type of dancing Aya might assume he meant was far different from what he had intended. The two of them were from near opposite ends of the 20th century after all, and the Lindy Hop had become near extinct by Aya's time. The series of fast, quick-stepping movements were no problem for Graham, given how often he ran about.

But fortunately for Aya, a good majority of the routine didn't require much knowledge of how to do the dance itself: so long as she knew how to dodge.

Graham took her right hand in his left, rapidly tapping his feet to the ground and spinning the two of them in circles. Swinging her closer and then further away every few seconds, Graham finally pulled her into a twirling jump, followed by yet more spinning. This was not a dance for those who dizzied easily.

don't worry about it bb. agentminiskirt October 27 2009, 08:24:44 UTC

The unexpected and very sudden jive nearly threw Aya off. With her luck, she was able to manage enough symmetry to keep up. As for dodging... she knew how to do that, too. What Graham was doing, on the other hand, was something she didn’t know all too well... but not impossible to work with.

The actions involved very little calculation that it was combined with randomness. However, the lively beats barely allowed her to choke out in only a brief second’s pause: “What the hell are you doing?” This type of dancing, she began to realize, she’d only seen in older movies.

Come to think of it, though, Aya had never really bothered to ask what kind of place Graham was from. In Nautilus, everyone had come from so many different places and eras that it just stopped mattering to her after awhile ( ... )

storybreaker October 28 2009, 20:04:44 UTC

"The Lindy, Miss Brea," he says simply and evenly, whilst swinging her around once again. It's very plainly that, isn't it? It doesn't take more than a few steps into the dance for him to realize she's never done this before. At least it was to him. Then again, it wasn't too popular a dance with people his color. That might be why Aya doesn't know of it ( ... )

agentminiskirt October 29 2009, 22:23:24 UTC

Lindy Hop?

Damn, it really was something she’d only seen in movies.

Footing composed as she rolled over Graham’s back and landed right onto her feet again, it took Aya an extra moment to collect what he was saying more so than it keep, keeping up with his routine. Even the dipping, the spinning, and his long-winded speeches didn’t throw her off as much as it would for most people. Probably because, by now, she was used to it coming from him ( ... )

storybreaker November 8 2009, 03:25:10 UTC

He never heard of Salsa before, while tango and ballroom dancing, they just were far too slow, monotonous, really just boring for a more simple use of words, why would Miss Brea even want to know a dance like that? They were so simple for a woman like her, a waste of time is what they were. Just similar step after step, a dance celebrating the humdrum of everyday life, something not at all worth celebrating if one experienced it everyday ( ... )

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