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who: Bryn Zethir & Guests
what: A Gold & Glitz House Party
when: Evening of June 1st
where: Bryn's apartment
warnings: Alcohol, tobacco, and weed.

[Welcome to Bryn's apartment. The door is unlocked, and personal belongings can be tossed up onto the bed just at the top of the stairs. The party's theme is apparent at once. As mentioned on the network post, gold and glitz is strongly encouraged (though no one will be turned away for lacking either) in clothing, jewelry, accessories, or however creatively someone would like to incorporate it. Those interested in participating but lacking anything gold or glitzy will find gold glitter body gel to spread on their skin, compliments of the hostess.

There's a bar cart by the front door with a sign that reads WELCOME in gold script. It's laden with short shot glasses filled with what looks like liquid gold. When imbibed, however, it tastes like a faintly peach-flavored vodka. The rest of the alcohol and mixers can be found in the kitchen. Clear plastic cups feature labels that can be written on in gold permanent marker, then filled with any number of beverages. Really, there's no real rhyme or reason to what's available, as guests have been encouraged to bring whatever they like and add it to the kitchen island. For those who don't drink alcohol, there's a sign on the fridge indicating that non-alcoholic drinks and mixers are kept within. Anyone looking to fill their stomach a little between drinks will find platters of finger foods available throughout the apartment. Gold macarons, cheese and crackers, sliced fruit and vegetables are plentiful, but guests who are quick enough may find they can grab some of the thinly sliced beef arranged around a bowl of spicy dipping sauce. Of note, there is also a plate of gold fortune cookies for guests. While it's noted there's only enough for one per person, the fortunes feature not only a fortune but a party challenge. Dance with a stranger? Eat nothing that isn't fed to you? Try your hand at inventing a new drink? Why not try it and see what happens? Play a game of party jenga for that matter.

Beyond all this, anyone attending is encouraged to mingle and enjoy themselves. There's ample seating throughout the apartment for people to sit back and enjoy their food and drinks, including a plush rug in one corner covered in floor cushions and pillows around a hookah with a variety of flavors of tobacco. For those who are more inclined to activity there's space enough to dance to the music that booms throughout the apartment. With the windows open the space stays well aired out and comfortable, inviting any who attend to linger as long as they like. By the looks of things the hostess has no intention of kicking anyone out no matter how late it gets...]

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Well, obviously. [He keeps his hand outstretched, wiggles his fingers again for dramatic effect. He's going to leave it there until she takes it or tells him to fuck off.] But the way I figure it, you're either gonna be a great dancer and we'll blow everyone's mind, or you're a terrible dancer who'll make me look even better by comparison. Either way Taako wins.

[Sound logic, surely.]

[ Boy, that hand is persistent. She eyes it, wondering if he has six to seven fingers, or if the drink was really just that strong. Hmm. This is not the night she set out to have. ]

Spiders don't dance.

[ That's out sort of in a defensive mumble, but not a very convincing one, since she's standing herself up at the same time. His hand goes ignored, but the invitation itself may just have been accepted. She unfolds gracefully from her seat, and weaves only once when she's up.

God. She's not actually going to do this, that would be ridiculous. She eyes Taako warily. ]

And this music is far from ideal.

I know a couple spiders that might argue that.

[He lowers his hand once she's standing up and moving, but he's got a shit-eating grin on instead, apparently pleased with himself that he got this particular result.]

What kind of music is your jam, then? We can ask the DJ to switch it up.

I feel sure Tchaikovsky would be too much to ask for in a place like this.

[ it's not quite the ... right vibe for this kind of party ... but a girl can try. Her critical gaze lands on the dancefloor itself next. ]

And this space — it is crowded, there is very little room.

[What's a Tchaikovsky.]

You're not putting on a stage production, just dancing! Would some liquid courage help?

[That can be arranged.]

[ He gets a Look for that, because please. Everything she does is a stage production. ]

No. [ God, no. She's had more than enough of that, that much is clear about tonight. ] But you must clear some room, or we do not dance.

Alright, alright, if that's what it takes.

[With a little salute, he makes his way back to the dancefloor and suggests to a couple of people that now's the perfect time to get themselves a drink. There might be some gentle nudging with magic, but no one needs to know that.

And then there's a slightly more empty dancefloor, and Taako waggles his eyebrows at Widow, because he's a shit.]

[ Well, it she was hoping that to dissuade this whole idea, so much for it. She still shouldn't bother with any of this, there's no point to it — but that doesn't stop her from striding forward at that waggling-eyebrow summons. It takes a lot more concentration than usual to keep her steps steady and she moves a little slower than she usually would, but it gets the job done.

She arrives on the slightly clearer than before dancefloor, and from there ... closes her eyes as she listens to the music. She's got to get a feel for it, obviously. Nothing at all to do with the way she hasn't danced in years and years — an entire lifetime. Her muscles may take some time to take the memories.

Taako, of course, is welcome to jump right into it whenever he'd like. ]

[If she's going to take a moment, he can be patient, although he's not exactly still, just moving along to the music in a way that's not entirely committed, waiting to see what talent his new friend has hidden under that bodysuit.]

Just go for it, bubbale, no one's gonna give a shit.

[ They'd better give a shit. But the frown smoothes off her of her face, and in a moment more she's moving. Her arms lift gracefully above her head, and then — here it comes — ballet at a party. Any wavering is gone completely, her motion is fluid and perfectly balanced, and when her legs swing into the dance as well it's evident why she'd needed the space. She even, somehow, manages to weave it around the totally not-ballet-appropriate music. Despite the lively atmosphere around them and the quick, energetic song, there's still a deep feeling of sorrow to the dance. Some people are just talented at being sad like that.

When her eyes finally open again her gaze falls on Taako, and she drops into a deep, graceful bow toward him, with one hand outstretched invitingly. This may or may not be his area, but his company is requested either way. ]

[Well, shit.

That's definitely not at all what he was expecting, and he's immediately reminded of the conservatory on the voidfish's world and the dancers there, although they were never quite as mournful. Compared to her, his dancing isn't like, amazing, but he's made this particular bed and he might as well lie in it.

So he takes her hand, and he'll dance with her as best he can, but she's definitely going to have to lead this one.]

[ And lead she certainly will. As she has no trouble with the unfit music, she has no trouble dancing alongside and with someone who moves in a completely different style. There's sort of an art to it, even, indulged in just because her mind is too fuzzy at the moment not to.

But it doesn't last. She doesn't even make it fully through the second song before she drops back to the flat of her feet, drops her arms back to her sides, and flutters her eyes open again. ]

I think I need another drink.

[Well.

That was fun while it lasted. Taako laughs, a little caught off guard by the weird string of events he just subjected himself to, but it's not enough to ruffle his feathers so much he can't quickly recover.]

That can totally be arranged, c'mon.

[Operating under the assumption that she'll follow, Taako is going to lead her to the kitchen, where most of the alcohol and mixers are being kept.]

What's your style, bubbale? Something sweet, something strong? Lemme work some magic.

[It's not going to be the world's fanciest drink, but he can whip something up.]

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