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

[saltandpepperbeard]

[Ed always notices him.]

Nah, it was getting sort of-- [Boring? Not boring. But it would be more fun with a friend along. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and tries to give off effortless cool instead of nervous schoolboy vibes. Ed ducks his head, looks at the dance floor and then back at Stede.] Wanted to come say hi.

[A beat.]

Hi.

[He needed a better line.] New clothes? Just get these for the party?You look [silly] nice.

[Coming on too strong there, Ed.]

But I don't know about those shoes. How're you gonna dance in them?

[touchofcashmere]

Hi.

[this is getting ridiculous, but he's a bit distracted by thumbs in waistbands which is even more ridiculous because he can barely see his hips or tattoos in the flashing lights]

Come on, Ed, I look ridiculous. You don't have to lie. I always thought my style was more fluid and up with the times but the times have run away from me. Besides that feel my sleeve. Feel it! [and whether Ed does or not he'll go on] The fabric is absolutely awful. It's cheap, it doesn't breathe, it won't last more than a year or two.

Honestly for an impressive ship its wardrobe has impressively low standards. [he sniffs and takes a drink]

And I don't dance. I don't even like dancing. [he can of course, nothing like what's going on here. Mostly waltzes and country dances and then only the men's parts. Which is fine because he's not here to dance anyway]

[saltandpepperbeard]

[Ed obligingly feels the hem of a sleeve and grimaces. It's not soft. It has a certain starchiness to it that feels unnatural. It's wearable, but not by somebody who deserves the finest.]

Alright, you look ridiculous, but it's not your fault this place let their fashion sense got to shit. Have you seen some of the stuff these people wear?

And no excuses. Everybody can dance. Just move your body with the music-- [He demonstrates with a little bopping and swaying in place and then attempts to take Stede's hands to lead him out to the floor.] You'll like it. Here, I'll show you.

[touchofcashmere]

I suppose not everyone can be timeless. [he nudges Ed a little with his elbow, a subtle compliment. He watches the swaying with interest and then is as startled by the request as he is the sudden reaching for his hands of all things]

No. No, I'm not interested. Really, you don't want me to be out there any more than I do. [it would look like a raven with a goose or some sort of other metaphor. He's not up for embarrassing them both tonight]

[saltandpepperbeard]

[He gives something between a shrug and a toss of his head at the compliment and is grateful for the changing colors of the lights; any blush is hidden beneath them.

With his dance offer rejected (and he's trying not to take it personally, it's just...personal), Ed goes back to leaning--this time putting a hand on the wall behind Stede's head and angling in to talk to him. Because it's loud, that's all.]

You don't know what I want, mate. [He says too low to be heard over a pounding pop beat encouraging listeners to Get Into The Groove. Then, leaning close to Stede's ear and raising his voice, Ed puts on a winning grin and says:]

Would you say 'yes' to that doctor? He's here.

[touchofcashmere]

Well that is a bit presumptuous of ...

[no he lost his train of thought. Ed is suddenly too close. To talk, he understands that, but it's too easy to feel the heat radiating off him and a strand of his hair bushing Stede's face. He clutches his cup a bit as Ed's breath brushes over his ear and then]

Dr. Watson? He's here? Shit. Has he seen me?! [he tries to peer around Ed into the darkness, realizes that won't work and then sets the drink down to grab handfuls of Ed's shirt and move him into a better position in front of him]

I can't let him see me like this! I look like a complete twat! Ed, lend me your jacket. Please? I look unexpectedly good in black leather and I can't... I can't go up to him looking like...well whatever the hell this is.

[saltandpepperbeard]

[It's heartbreakingly charming of Stede to be so worried about his current mancrush seeing him dressed like a complete moron.

Ed's eyes go round with surprise at the manhandling and he does the friendly thing of staying in the position he's been moved to, so that his buddy can have his panic attack or whatever Stede's doing, shielded from the eyes of a delicious doc. He's trying not to have a small panic attack of his own at the way he still feels the warm touch through his sweaty shirt.]

Sorry, mate, jacket's back in the cabin. Could give you this shirt if you want-- [Even as he makes the offer, he's already starting to lift up the purple tee shirt. How this positioning and his almost-stripping must look to the outside observer does not at all occur to Ed.]

[touchofcashmere]

Damn.

[it's a nice sweaty shirt too. Top tier actually as far as sweaty shirts go. But Stede is far too distracted by looking like a complete idiot to take much notice. Except when Ed starts to lift his shirt revealing lots of skin and tattoos that he can only just see in the flashing lights.

He had managed to keep his eyes averted the last time, not so this time and right and front him seems to be precluding an intimate moment and if Stede is not careful he's going to slip his hands under there and help him the rest of the way --just to check to see if the skin underneath is also damp with sweat.

Fortunately panic overrides everything else and welcome relief.]

Thank you. Here. We'll trade. [he shucks off his shirt too and shakes his head to get his hair out of his face. ]

Wait hang on I need to-- Ah hold this. [he gives Ed the old shirt and undoes his stockings which do not match]

Do you think he'll be scandalized by bare calf? I'll risk it. These can just... [he kicks them and the shoes under a nearby table, feeling almost completely nude in just his trousers and then holds his hand out for the purple undershirt which is much more classic. Not leather but at least not completely stupid]

Thanks, Ed. I really mean it.

[saltandpepperbeard]

[He actually didn't expect Stede to take him up on the offer, but he has no qualms about trading clothes like they did the first time they met. He slips the pale blue shirt on and pulls his hair out from where it got pinned under the neckline. If it was ill-fitting on Stede, it's perhaps worse on Ed who is just a bit taller, but Ed is gonna rock it regardless.

It's only because he respects this foolish man that he doesn't laugh at his antics, but it's a close thing. A doctor scandalized by a bare calf? Mate, he's cut people open and touched their innards. Besides, he should be honored to witness the turn of an ankle and the shapely calves of Stede fucking Bonnet.

Stede looks nice in purple. He almost makes the old shirt look regal.]

Sure.

[He takes Stede by a bare bicep and once more leans in to talk, dragging Stede closer in the motion. With a squeeze of his friend's arm and a bit of a growl in his tone, he hammers the final nail in the coffin of his pathetic heart:]

Stede Bonnet is a fucking badass and don't you ever forget that.

Now go get 'im.

[touchofcashmere]

[he tugs the shirt on and combs his fingers through his hair-- then looks at Ed and feels-- terrible. That shirt-- it's not him. It's sort of sad that he's doing this out of friendship and Stede can't help but think he needs a better quality of friend.

And then Ed all but growls in his ear, gripping his arm firmly as if they're on the same level. As if they're the same people. And also it doesn't help that the growl goes straight down his spine and prickles the hair along the back of his neck.

Since it is dark and they are close enough so it makes no difference, he puts a hand gently on Ed's shoulder and leans in close to his ear in a not quite kiss. You have to get in close just to be heard after all.

I'll save the last dance for you...

[and he gives that shoulder a little squeeze before slipping around him to gingerly cross the dance floor. He's barefoot and getting stepped on would really hurt but-- on the other hand he could take it. He straightens. He's Stede Bonnet and he's a fucking badass... who suddenly smells like the greatest pirate of all time, but he won't think about that or pull the shirt up to bury his nose in the collar.

No. He's going to go get himself a doctor.]