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]

Where could I possibly want to be more than here, in another dance with you? [ oh, but what a challenge! a poor dancer, is he?... admittedly yes just now, but that's because, ] But Miss Clarke, how unfair. You're such an enthralling conversationalist, I was completely distracted from trying to impress you with dance. What a truly sly tactician you are.

Let me correct that right now, shall I? [ he has thick skin when it comes to insults but he does have a measure of artist's pride, he would want to show his ability as best he can, especially to someone he does genuinely like regardless of if the feeling is even remotely mutual. and he does love this song! the charisma of duran duran fits clarke well, but this is more his personal jam: silly and energetic and playful, lyrics about someone so irresponsible. it's perfect for him to shed some more tension and freestyle a little number like this, perfectly cheerful and warm and free.

song, flight. dance. the last isn't exactly his livelihood like the others but entertainment and art is his field, he loves to let loose and simply be in the moment just like this, with carefree choreo, simply moving to the music with a flow of body and the whisk of his cloak, a few feathers appearing and disappearing with wind, fancy footwork and jiving with the beat. and of course, he would also be singing, lovely and clear. ]

Something's bugging me
Something ain't right
My best friend told me
What you did last night
You left me sleeping in my bed
I was dreaming
But I should've been with you instead

[ and with that now, he would offer a hand to clarke again to simply dance with him. recalling now her genuine smile when she had been in the sky wearing his wings, allowing his winds to carry her aloft. that moment of thrill that he would always want to share whether with birds or his people. that look he would remember on her, a warm moment even throughout the danger of life on this ship. ]

[skaikru]

( you ever distrust someone so much that everything they say and do instantly throws your bullshit-meter into orbit, never to truly come back down? pretty much every single word of venti's rebuke further aggravates a vein that stands out along clarke's tightly held jawline, and it's becoming a true hero's feat not to roll her eyes directly in his face. if he'd cared so much for her plans and tactics, what kept him from telling the truth over a few bottles in the shadowed depths of a bar? or at any point between then and now? or why not ask to leave the dance floor together and sit somewhere quieter to expand upon this subject instead of rising to literally every piece of bait dangled in front of his nose.

venti being a good or bad dancer (he's way better than clarke, for whatever that's worth) isn't the biggest issue here. she's mostly just embittered and desperately clawing for something to cow or galvanize him with. the problem being everything seems to roll off venti's shoulders along the folds of that stupid little green cape, and it gets old after a while. if she's impressed by his dance routine — specifically, the freedom of it; the lack of inhibition in every movement, the carefree delight that goes along with moving to a beat, the seemingly impromptu but polished spectacle of it — it doesn't show. and if she's a little bit tempted to take that hand he offers and just... who knows, give fun a whirl, it's only obvious in the amount of time it takes before clarke retreats a half-step.

there's no waking him up before she go-go's.

either feel oddly unseated, or weirdly proud about the absolute efficiency clarke uses to turn on her heel and meld back into the crowd, venti. it's supposed to suck being left in the thick of something, and despite herself, clarke hopes it resonates with him. )

[wimdy]

[ don't leave me hiiiiigh don't leave me dryyyy

or do, because he deserves it. it may as well be he's exactly the example of awful caprice and unreliability in a god. he is disappointed that she doesn't accept, but maybe he's spoiled by that one, it's too demanding to want and have a second dance after all. he supposes he'll appreciate the one he was graced to have.

in the meantime, he has the rest of the party and another dance to fuck up another relationship with a girl he likes, so there's that. he really does deserve everything coming to him. ]