Valentine's Day Ball: The Red Room

[ringmoresuites]

The Red Room is, like the name implies, red. Crimson carpet covers the floor, running from one dark paneled wall to the other. The walls themselves look like natural wood, rough and textured. They match the tables and the bar, though the fixtures are lacquered to a glossy finish. The texture is clearly visible under the clear shellac, but the

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Re: On the Dance Floor

[master_of_fear]

"So a calling more than a job," he clarifies for himself, "Though I suppose it's reassuring to know your place in the world. I assume however, that you're lookign for more... tangible employment?"

She's pleasant, polite, beautiful. He has nothing against her as a person but... this feeling or sameness, of knowing her, it's annoying.

A mis-step on his part on the next turn around the floor causes her to have to shift her hands, in order to keep their rythym and forward movement. The shift causes her palm to glide over his hip, directly over his odegra. A bright warmth sings through him at the touch, not the ecstasy of Crowley's touch to his mark, but a response similar. Like reaching out and acknowledging like.

He looks into her eyes, uncertain as to what just happened, how she could do that.

Re: On the Dance Floor

[temptingvisions]

Phoebe is just as surprised as he is. The only times she has felt anything remotely like that has always been at Crowley's touch. She may stumble slightly and then looks into his eyes. It's clear to her that he has no more of an idea of what just happened than she does.

"I think... we should probably talk," she says, still slightly confused. She looks around. "Gardens? Private office? Something?"

Re: On the Dance Floor

[master_of_fear]

His odegra had responded to her, that wasn't something that happened... ever

"It's highly possible you have a point," he says, leading her outside and onto the grounds