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

[touchofcashmere]

He's such a gentleman without even trying. Worse yet, meaning it. Still Stede has to keep his focus. He can't be distracted by every pleasing facet.

"Oh, you know, it has its moments." He glances at the doctor cautiously. "Yourself? I'm surprised no one's asked you to dance." Should he? Should he? This was not really music someone could waltz to but...

[lightconductor]

"I haven't any notion how one dances to this sort of music," Watson says, with a soft laugh. Frankly, he's suddenly feeling a little bit on the spot. Besides, he has two very lovely men who he is very fond of, and they are here, and one is behind the bar. "I hadn't put any thought into asking anyone to dance."

It's a peculiar question to be asked, isn't it? His own habitual flirtation couldn't possibly have anything to do with this, of course not.

[touchofcashmere]

Here is his chance. His moment. He'll need to take it before it's too late, while he still has the nerve.

"It's not difficult. Just moving your body to the music." He tries to imitate Ed's little roll of the hips but is not sure how well it played out. "I could show you...if you like..."

[lightconductor]

The look on Watson's face is... well, startled, to say the least. He is entirely unused to being asked to dance by moderately famous 18th century pirates, or by men in general, for that matter. A number of responses occur to him, ranging from polite deferral to awkward explanation that he's not romantically available, but also there's no way Stede means that, surely? No, that would be unthinkable.

What he settles on, as any number of expressions ranging from anxious to puzzled to flattered flit over his face, combined with a self-conscious glance down at his walking stick, is a puff of laughter. "Well. Why not?"

[touchofcashmere]

Oh God. Oh God it's happening. Oh God what is he doing? He doesn't know what he's doing. Oh God he can't do this.

And then out of the corner of his eye he sees Ed nearby with a book in his hands as if he's trying to watch clandestinely. His chest floods with warmth and his bones with courage. He can do this!

He flourishes a bow, then rises to smile an hold out a hand.

"Shall we, John?"

[lightconductor]

Watson is baffled, and it shows. What is happening. Why did he agree to this. What has he gotten himself into. Well, too late now. He takes Stede's hand.

"I suppose we shall." His eyebrows are up somewhere in the vicinity of his hairline.

[touchofcashmere]

For some reason that only fuels his courage. The mild surprise, not laughing at him but intrigued by what he has to offer.

Just as well as when he takes Watson's hand and leads him on the floor a new song begins to play. He is well conscious of Watson's injury, even if he doesn't know the extent of it. He takes the man's hand in his and puts the other at the small of his back to help guide him as a proper lead should.

It takes him a moment to get into the odd yet stylish syncopation of the music, but when he does the movement is mostly in small easy steps and moving mostly his shoulders. His pleasant smile grows into a grin as he's genuinely having fun.

He then gets an idea and has to lean in to speak in Watson's ear so the man can hear him over the music.

"What do you think? Try for a spin?"

[lightconductor]

What is even happening here. What is this. This is some sort of crazy dream. Watson has never danced before and not been the one leading, either, so there's that whole level of things as well.

"A spin? To this music?" Watson gives a little bit of a laugh. "Surely you can't manage it."

[touchofcashmere]

"Let's find out!" He is confident, but his confidence is a bit more than his ability to do so while taking Watson's leg into account stumbles only a little, especially as he tries to avoid getting stepped on as he's still barefoot.

"Sorry. Overdid that a bit. You alright?"

[lightconductor]

Watson gives a soft bark of laughter. "Yes, yes I'm fine. Are you all right?"

He's pretty sure he missed actually stepping on any toes, but it's best to make sure, right? He glances down, just to be sure. "Perhaps we should just keep things simple, hm?"