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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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[The fact that they're at a party with so many other people around doesn't slip Wanda's mind, but for the moment she feels enough in her own little world with Dick that she can't feel them. Her awareness of their minds and thoughts and emotions may as well slide right off of her for how focused she is on him now.

Her heart beats a bit faster the moment it's clear that he understands what she was alluding to. He blushes, but her cheeks heat too, even as her eyes close as he leans in toward her. Fingers intertwining with his, Wanda leans forward to meet him partway without a care for how eager she might seem. The last time she kissed him they were on their last date, before he'd gone out of town. That was just far too long for her to wait...]

[ There's an odd sense of anonymity that comes with the buzz of activity around them. Or maybe it's just that the party is attended by mostly perfect strangers, none of whom, by his sense, are all that interested just now in what they're doing over here. But for once he's not worried about eyes on them. He's not worried about casing the room for threats. He kisses her, softly at first, but unhurried. Unshy. He won't leave her any room this time to wonder about his intentions. ]

[Next time she wants a kiss, she'll simply go for it. Next time, she'll lean in to press her lips to his without asking for it from him. Laying there on the couch in some stranger's apartment, tucked in close against him, everything feels right. He doesn't leave her any room to worry that he didn't want this, or that he's not enjoying it.

It's like this is how this sort of thing should have been all along. Not just being on a date with someone or going out to a party, but being with someone. Strange, she never thought she'd ever be the sort to smile against someone's lips but there she is, doing exactly that.]

[ There's a sweetness there now that he doesn't want to let go of. That he knows will slip away if he lets it, because people like him don't get to have this. An evening shared without a thousand outside pressures calling him away. The easy simplicity of wanting someone and being wanted back. A kiss that makes his heart flutter.

It would be easy, too easy to disappear in the heat of that moment, but when he feels her smiling he has to pull back, if only so he can try to catch it in action. She has a beautiful smile. ]

You know if this was all a play for a little more of my attention... [ Too much distance already, he has to steal another kiss- ]

...I'd say it's working out.

[She's enjoying herself too much to feel any sort of bashfulness at being caught smiling the way she is. It's for him, after all. Why shouldn't he see it? For all that this is new, there's still that part of her that's seen enough, lived through enough to not shy away from good things when she has them. Leaning into it seems the better choice, in the end.

Besides, when she smiles, he smiles back at her and she can't help but love. It inspires her to do so more often.]

Considering it was a play for a kiss, maybe two, I'd have to agree. [But, interestingly enough, it's not all that she wants. They're close, there's the kindling glow of intimacy between them...but she's minded to take a bit of the plunge herself this time. Carefully, Wanda rises up from the couch just enough to turn, to settle herself on his lap with her back to the arm of the couch. She drapes an arm behind his shoulders, letting her fingertips brush against the nape of his neck.] This is my play for more of your attention.

[ Wanda has a way of surprising him, in unexpected, nice little ways. But there's no shyness to the way he welcomes her into his embrace, letting his arm slip around her, drawing her into a half-hug. Apparently he needs to leave more often. Or never leave again.

There's a dangerous thought. ]

All you had to do was ask. [ Luckily leaning in to kiss her cheek is an easy cover, with the added bonus that he gets to kiss her again. He hasn't stopped smiling, still teasing and light, when he pulls back. ]

Though if we're running against a two-kiss quota I think we might've passed it now.

[Even as receptive as she'd expected him to be, it's a relief that he accepts her shift in positioning so readily. His arms open at once to welcome her, and Wanda curls back into his embrace with surprising ease and comfort.

Each kiss is returned without hesitation, and her free hand slips up to trace along the line of his jaw, finding it hard to stop touching him.]

Well, then I suppose that makes us an overachievers.

Maybe you just bring it out in me.

[ Because somehow they've passed almost an entire evening together with no catastrophes or interruptions. Because things like this never last for Nightwing, and if he starts to think about that too hard he'll lose the moment here.

It's enough to feel affection again. To give it back to someone in an easy, uncomplicated way. Is it his turn to smile against her lips yet because if not he's taking it anyway. ]

Hmm. Wonder how long we can keep this up before somebody shoos us out with a broom.

[ Not that he's really in any hurry at all to get the warm weight of her off his lap. His other arm comes around her, and he strokes her cheek with his thumb. ]

[If he thinks hard about it, however, he might realize that if he includes their their evening at the rave, they've now had three sort of date interactions that have gone interrupted. Surely they could consider that a trend at this point...

Wanda returns every kiss, content to rest on his lap, to sit in the half-circle of his arms as she turns in toward him a little bit more.]

Maybe we should find out. What do you think? [She leans in, kissing the corner of his mouth, making her way back to his ear. Her words are soft and low, but she's not trying to be sexy. There's still a smile in her voice as she continues.] Could consider it a game. See how long it takes or what it takes before someone suggests we go elsewhere?

[ He entirely loses the thread of the conversation there, a little lost for a minute as she's working her way back to his ear. ]

I, uh- like the way you think. [ For all that nothing particularly scandalous is happening over here, kissing anyone in an easily observable space falls a little outside his standard level of comfort for moments like these. But Wanda's enthusiasm is having an effect on him, and somehow right now it's a little thrilling rather than just unsettling. Somehow he can't think of a real reason not to go with it. Not to let the moment breathe for itself.

There, he's got it together again. He leans in as if he's about to return the favor, then draws her hand up and kisses her fingers instead, eyes dancing. ]

Could be a prize for holding out until closing.

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