Dancing All Night

[mindofathief]

Who: Everyone
What: A slumber party at the Observatory so the Heroes can experience something nice for once.
Where: Old Observatory
When: Night of May 12th - Morning of May 13th
Warnings: If your character comes, there's a huge change they'll catch the sickness from someone else who's infected but doesn't show the symptoms. Duster will have many regrets in the future.

[All those that had been invited to the Observatory tonight would see all the windows on the bottom floors lit up before sundown. Duster and Zelda had spent most of today setting up bedding and rearranging the furniture in preparation, and then Duster had to run back home to change into his new suit.

There were multiple rooms with lights set up. One has a corner turned into a makeshift stage where musicians could perform. Two had tables of food. Several rooms were left alone for partygoers to have private moments (Tamekichi suggested that). There was also a box of beer bottles as a sad attempt at a bar, with an empty bottle marking the area where party games were to be played, Spin the Bottle included (all that was Tamekichi's suggestion, too).

Duster greets the arrivals at the door with a soft smile, wearing a periwinkle suit, a white dress shirt, a red shit, and black dress shoes.]

Welcome to Club Ixen! It's time we had some fun.

Comments

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny grins, chuckling in self-deprication.]

Yeah. Drunkenfist, maybe? Uglyjerk? Loudmouthdunce?

[unyieldingspirit]

[she huffs out a laugh, leaning back.]

Perhaps Loudmouth, then. But I do like the idea of giving you a name for your fists, too.

[she reaches out, meaning to take a hand if he'll let her.]

[charming_jerk]

[Johnny's hands are very calloused in several places, from years of fighting, and even more of guitar playing. Very hard working hands. You'd never think he came from a wealthy family.]

Is that a thing people seriously do? Seems kinda weird.

[unyieldingspirit]

[She wouldn't, but she traces along his fingers, feeling them out.] Your hands are nice.

Give people titles? Well- I suppose it's a matter of reputation… Guildmaster Hamon was very well known in his days on the bloodsands, or so I've heard. [she hums for a moment.] But I do believe it. He's older now, but… I saw it. The way he moved… it was incredible. It's not hard to see why he got it.

[charming_jerk]

I dunno if I'm on that kinda level yet. Maybe someday, but I'm still just a glorified street thug now.

[Considering all his training on Exsilium, and the Job classes in Crystallis, that wasn't quite true. But Johnny is usually one to undersell himself.]

If I got a rep for anything around here, it's as that guy who plays guitar in the Third District square 'n annoying people there.

[unyieldingspirit]

Mm… I don't know about that. [she meant to let go, but- for now, she smoothes out her fingers against his palm.] You've been a good friend, after all.

So something related to music, then! Johnny the… Vocal, perhaps?

[charming_jerk]

[His face was getting a bit red with her doing that. He also laughs at that suggestion, because his mind is in the gutter sometimes.]

Uuuh, I dunno about that one! 'Sides, I think people think of me more as a guitar player than a singer.

[unyieldingspirit]

[she grins up at him, eyebrows rising, having not quite followed along that path.]

No? I'm not so familiar with the instrument… How does it sound?

[charming_jerk]

Um, well, it's a string instrument. [He's finding it hard to describe.] I didn't bring it tonight. Not my party. But if you wanna hear it sometime, stop by the square some afternoon when I'm playin'. Or come by my house.

[unyieldingspirit]

But nothing like a harp, I assume.

[she nods, relaxing (and incidentally letting go of his hand).]

I'll be sure to do that.

Now… I think it's your turn to ask me something, isn't it?

[charming_jerk]

Oh, right. Game. Forgot. Well, truth or dare, I guess.