Goodbye Dollet and Thanks for All the Fish! (backdated to Sept 28)

[om_nom_namur]

Characters: EVERYONE!!! And any "local" NPCs you want to make up
Location: A warehouse down by the wharf
Rating: G+? idk people will do as they will do
Open/Closed/Finished: Open
Summary: It's an excuse to pump dance music really really loudly, tbh.

The party was put together ridiculously fast, but everyone who decided to help went all out, and the place is pretty damn awesome. There are refreshments, strobe lights, a loudass music setup, and lots of space to dance. Come on in and have a blast! Garden will be sailing off in the morning, and then it's back to school. Time to get in that last hurrah!

Comments

[thatched]

"Every kind." He kissed her hand again and shook himself out of it. Reminding himself that Grell was-- offering more than any-- car no--matter how important it was-- she could bring so much more.

"Maybe some day I'll tell you about her. But tonight I think I'll just steal the next dance if you'll have me."

[redcinemareel]

"That sounds fair enough." She was curious about the tales he had about his car. Then again, when didn't he have a tale?

Grell smoothed her fingers over his jawline lightly with a smile, which was soon replaced with a look of skepticism. "That depends on the next selection."

[thatched]

"Are you doubting my ability to dance to anything, my sweet?"

He playfully nips at her fingers, pushing aside all talk of cars and recent trauma. She looks like she needs fun tonight and, damnit, so does he.

[redcinemareel]

Grell always needed fun. She'd probably needed more of it soon. There is a playful grin at the nip to her fingers.

"I think I would doubt you ability to dance with ME to anything."

[thatched]

"Then I'll have to prove you wrong," Thatch said, even more playfully sliding the hand on her back a little lower to the dip in the small of her back and pressing her closer.

"If it's you, I'll always find a way, sweet lady."

[redcinemareel]

"I'm hardly wrong, but when I am, it's oh so RIGHT!" Grell pressed closer at the hand. "Do you worst~!"

[thatched]

My pleasure.

[he bows his head and slows to a stop as the music does. The next song is a fast paced, eccentric dance song and he thinks for only a second before tugging Grell into a spinning kind of dance, moving at a fast pace and making sure she can just keep up and learn the steps before switching into something entirely different]

[redcinemareel]

[She could already feel that she may have bitten off more than she could chew. The spin is surprising, and it takes a few steps for her to fall in line with him, all the while she's grinning. Once they move to something different, the smile falters as she endeavors to keep up.

Just the sort of thing she needs!]

[thatched]

[he ends the dance in an exaggerated dip that almost lifts her feet off the floor and presses a kiss to her forehead]

Thank you for the dance, mademoiselle.

[a grin]

Now what's to stop me from throwing you over my shoulder and having my wicked way with you?

[redcinemareel]

[If she had the ability to be out of breath, she would be. There is a bright smile on her face after she's dipped, brushing the pads of her fingers across his hair line.]

Not very much. So long as your desk is involved~!

[thatched]

Deal. So long as your husband is also involved. [he presses a kiss to the hollow of her throat and adds a little bite for flavor] We wouldn't want to deny him the pleasure of at least watching.

[an idea]

I wonder how much he would kill us if we tied him up.

[redcinemareel]

If we tied him up fast enough, then he wouldn't be able to! [Surely they could pull it off!]

[thatched]

I'm worried about after. We have to live with him, you know.

[he pulls her upright but keeps a hand against the small of her back]

[redcinemareel]

He'll get over it. [She looks around for him, spotting him easily.] Shall we?

[thatched]

We shall. [and off they go to a thread that will no doubt he handwaved or completely forgotten. /sob]