[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!

Comments

[terminates]

[ Politics. He's never really been a fan, but given the recent attention given to bounty hunting and vigilantes in general, keeping in the loop hardly seems amiss.

Clad in a light pinstripe suit, he mingles with the scenery and speaks with a few. The eyepatch, unfortunately, will always makes him stand out. ]

[proxysearch]

[And stand out he does. She has to do a double take when she sees him at first, too surprised that he's actually there to really believe it's him. But the eyepatch... Yeah, that's him.

She wanders over.]

You're the last person I expected to see here.

[Not that she's complaining.]

Enjoying yourself?

[terminates]

[ He quirks a brow at her approach, a wineglass balanced casually in his hand. ]

Somewhat.

[ He doesn't like politics, but well, a party is a party. ]

And you?

[proxysearch]

It's all right. I'm not one for the formal affair.

[For all that her demeanor says.]

But it's good for the party, and that's what counts, I suppose.

[terminates]

[ Formal affairs. He would prefer to have a sword in hand, fighting the good fight, than to be stifled in a suit and tie for undue amounts of time. It's why he doesn't do these things often, but when he does, he tries to make it count.

A wry slant to his lips, he tilts his head. ]

You look better with a sword.

[ The driest commentary. ]

[proxysearch]

[What the hell, Slade. Seriously? Sure, she'd prefer to have her gun, but... She folds her arms across her chest and raises an eyebrow at him.]

Is that what's on your mind when we're training?

[She gives him the same look back, almost challenging.]

[terminates]

[ Backhanded compliments. It's how he rolls.

Returning her stare, his gaze is level. ]

If it was, you'd know.

[proxysearch]

[She rolls her eyes briefly, giving him a slightly wry smile.]

I'm sure.

[But she'll gloss over that for now and take the...odd compliment, even if it was somewhat out of place.]

Did you bid on anything at the auction?

[terminates]

The horse was too extravagant.

[ Dry humor again. He didn't particularly want anything so he watched for the most part. ]

What about you?

[proxysearch]

Really? I liked that one, actually.

[But she gives him a faint smile about that.]

I bid around. I have the money and it's for a good cause.

[terminates]

[ Of course, she would. Altruism is more her forte than his, after all. ]

I bet.

[proxysearch]

So, what are you doing here?

[There's a motive behind every move he makes. It's who he is. But who's caught his eye tonight that he felt like he needed to make an appearance?]

[terminates]

[ Ah.

He quirks a brow, the faintest of smiles tugging at the corner of his mouth. ]

Mingling.

[proxysearch]

[Mingling. He gets a raised eyebrow.]

How social of you, Mr. Wilson.

[terminates]

[ Perfectly innocent, this face. Really. ]

I have my moments.

[proxysearch]

Uh-huh.

[There's that challenging look in her eyes again.]

Prove it.