What is family without a birthday?

[thatched]

Characters: This Family ™ (Marco, Grell, Ace, Thatch, Namur, Espio, Fionna), anyone else that wants to stop by.
Location: The Quad
Rating: PG-13 probably
Open/Closed/Finished: Open
Summary: Ace no Birthday Party~ Come join the fun~



Despite everything that had been going on, a party was needed and so a party was had. Thatch finished placing the last of the presents on the table, similar to the one they'd used for Namur's party, and turned up the music so as to lure any passersby. The more the merrier, since Ace would like that and who knew how many parties they'd be able to do in the future? And with who?

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

"Let's see y' try, Smolt!" Namur smirked. If she thought he'd done anything but get better in his own way she was about to find herself dead wrong.

[fionna_time]

You were going to get an eyeful, Namur. Fionna has since learned how to shimmy better, and though she has no idea its called something else, can double down and work her booty pretty well. Turns out that having a little bit of extra weight when dancing was a good thing!

In any case, its clear Fionna's gotten better, can actually dance as if she's fighting and can make turns she never could before.

[om_nom_namur]

Namur blushed pretty deep and promptly ignored it, nudging Fionna off balance so she'd stop. "C'mon girl, that looks like yer tryin' t' take a shit an' can't get nothin' t' come out. Look, go with the music, move yer feet. Y' wanna show off the kind a control y' got do somethin' like this!"

He hopped back a couple times then sprang backwards, landing on his hands with his body perfectly straight, drops to his elbows then pops back up to his hands with the beat, spins on one hand, and hops back up, loosening his shoulders.

[fionna_time]

Fionna nudged him back. "Hey, just because you don't like how it looks doesn't mean its not hard to do! You still have to know how to pivot your muscles just right and how to move your legs! It's not my fault you gotta be all weird about it fish guy!"

Granted, a part of her is most definitely pleased as punch that she got Namur all bothered. That was a bonus.

"You think I can't?" You're in for a surprise Namur: over time, Fionna's balance has gotten excellent, flipping twice and then doing a split, then, with her legs alone, rising back up and falling into cartwheel.

[om_nom_namur]

"Didn't say it wasn't," Namur murmured. That was a good move though. He whistled through his teeth, took her hand as she came out of the cartwheel and sent her into a spin. "Let's see if y' can keep up." Namur started into a quick jive, trusting her to know the steps because he'd be damned if he remembered where he learned them.

[fionna_time]

Good, because Fionna had no intention of letting Namur get out of this so easily. She took the spin, pivoted on her right foot, and then met his jive easily. To Fionna, jive was more about hopping and matching your partner's movement with a swing in your step. Fionna did this, letting her skirt sway as needed.