We're wide awake now, our eyes are wide open. We're running this world, we keeping it turning

[opheliac]

Who: EVERYONE ON THIS DANG SHIP!
What: IT'S A PARTTTYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
When: last week of april before more shit happens.
Where: rischie
Warnings: PG-13??? alcohol is definitely involved, teens being teens, drunk people or doing bad decisions??? who is to say!!!





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★ ENTRANCE.
★ THE DANCE FLOOR.
★ AT THE BAR.
★ GAME AREA.
★ DJ TABLE // PRIVATE WITH JINX
★ LOSER CORNER.
★ THE FOOD TABLE.
★ KARAOKE.
★ OUTSIDE RISCHIE.
★ WILDCARD.

Comments

[wimdy]

[ no, he absolutely refuses!! it's all embarrassment all the time when she's stuck with him, sorry not sorry. ]

By 'this', do you mean the song or the party? If it's the song, then~ [ let's say it's whitney houston. a classic, and a crime not to dance to, it's right there in the song title! ] It's not long, promise! And if it's the party, it's until 'Who Cares'-o'clock. It was written right there on the poster you know!

[ regardless of his bluster and cheer, the way he takes her hands towards the dance floor is coaxing, reeeeally not wanting her to pull away and run. though, he'd obnoxiously whine at her if she does. ]

[luminessense]

Both, honestly. [ She did agree to coming here with Venti, of course, so it's on her for not figuring out the specifics beforehand. Also now that she's here, she's just very antsy. Sigh. ] ... If we dance for this song, you have to promise me something first. But I need you to tell me okay before I tell you what it is.

[ Because if he's gonna be a little shit, then she can play that game, too. ]

[wimdy]

You really have to squeeze a favor out of me for a dance, do you. [ what a hardass. but unfortunately it’s what he really likes about her. whoops. ] Fi~ine, I accept, whatever this mystery promise would be.

Don’t be too cruel to me now, my life may as well be in your hands!

[ he’s so dramatic but barely knows how not to be. ]

[luminessense]

We can dance first. I don't want to take up more time of your favorite song anyway.

[ Plus, the suspense for Venti will be fun. Teasing him just a little is fine, right? He's the one who dragged her to a party she didn't want to go to, after all.

She holds her hand out. ]

[wimdy]

[ he takes her hand lightly in his, a warm clasp, then--

using it to pull her close to him with a bright smile. he does know polkas, waltzes, box steps... his fair share of folk or even ballroom dances. dancing with lumine may as well be a dream, he would savor it for any kind of favor. ]

Shall I lead? [ and if she acquiesces he would indeed do so, something playful that would gradually shift to something like this, if she may accept his hand light and warm at her waist. ]

[luminessense]

[ She nods, of course, and follows Venti across the dance floor the best she can. Fortunately, she's able to keep up with him relatively easily. And she's got enough grace that any fuck ups she's made, she's able to recover.

She laughs a bit at Venti's personal silly flares he'd throw in, more so relieved and enthused that he's still able to have fun like this. And while this place may smell of alcohol itself, this is practically the first thing they've done here, so... it's nice. It's about time she's had a break from her nervous mind as well. ]

[wimdy]

[ he's seen her elegant in battle, in flight, riding his winds, running across mondstadt rolling hills... she's always so busy, always so intent, always heading here and there whenever he might pop in front of her in the hope to just drink or chat or hang out. he just wants more opportunity for her to let her hair down, with him...

there might be dancing in the plaza before his statue at windblume, at ludi harpastum, at plenty of festivals in mond. he never quite got the chance to invite her to dance with him then but he savors the opportunity to do so now, his hand at her shoulder and waist, drawing close to her, singing along to whitney, coaxing her into a twirl with a lift of his hand, with a beaming grin. simply purely happy in the moment. ]