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!

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[thatched]

"Fair point, Sweet Maiden." He spun her out and then spun her back, ending in a small dip before pulling her upright again and sweeping into a faster pace. He took the hand that was entwined with his, however, and kissed her knuckles.

"I owe you thanks, by the way."

[redcinemareel]

She flowed with the twirl and dip before returning to her previous place, tilting her head to the side slightly. Along with her small smile, there was an eyebrow raise.

"Just thanks?"

[thatched]

He noticed the eyebrow but wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. Was this a flirty line or a line intended to remind him of-- what had happened and what she'd done to help him? Or both.

"To put it simply, my sweet, you saved me." Which was close enough to the truth that he didn't see a reason to say otherwise. "If you want something from me, name it, and I'll do everything in my power to see it done."

[redcinemareel]

Grell and saving people usually doesn't go hand in hand, so she was a bit taken back by that statement. She may have tripped over his foot in the process, too. Oops. Once she regained her footing, she'll sigh softly, not noticing much how her fingers were idly playing with his shirt collar.

"There aren't many things I truly want that are attainable, or have not been already attained. However, I do have one wish."

[thatched]

That's okay, a true man doesn't notice when a lady trips, he only steadies her which he does, and goes right back into the dance, though slowing a bit so she can find her footing easier. He noted that she was playing with his collar but didn't know what to make of it.

"Aye? What's that?"

[redcinemareel]

She looked to him over the rim of her glasses, which just made his face blurry since she couldn't see, but the effect was there. Slowly, she binds the fabric into her grip and pulled him down very slowly so their noses were at least a few centimeters apart.

"DON'T do that again." Not that she wouldn't help him if he did.

[thatched]

That made his palms sweat a little. It was his car. She didn't understand. She couldn't. It wasn't just anything. But, he understood the answer he had to give.

"A-aye."

Next time he would do it himself somehow. There was no use risking the lives of others for a car. Even if it was Blue Minuet. But he'd move it. He would find a way, somehow.

[redcinemareel]

That quiver in his reply was enough for Grell to know that he would do his best to uphold her request. She releases the fabric, straightening it out since she wrinkled it. "I'll save you a thousand times, Thatch, but not after your vehicle." Once she was satisfied with getting the fabric to as smooth as possible, Grell looked up to him a bit solemn. "It can be replaced, if need be."

But not him.

[thatched]

It couldn't be replaced. That was why she didn't get it. It was history. It was like the Moby Dick. A part of him that he'd worked toward. Put money toward. Something for Namur and him so they could actually get around. It was what had got them through so much.

It was fine that she didn't get it. He grinned at her words while she straightened his shirt and tried to push the cold inside him to more managable levels since they didn't matter right now. Instead he cupped her chin with his fingers.

"You're a dream, sweetheart." And he meant it. Sometimes a nightmare, true, but not always. Sometimes she was just too damn sweet. He gave her a brief kiss to the forehead.

[redcinemareel]

She also should have said 'repaired' but oh well. Grell knew better than to think everything lasts forever, so it wouldn't have made much of a difference. If she were to hold onto everything that held sentimental value, she would have far too many things and would never move forward.

Maybe she wouldn't 'get it', but she understood, and simply refused to let something that could be replaced be the reason for potentially losing family. "The naughty kind~?"

[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]