Halloween 2017

[Ingrid]

Ingrid was attempting for something a more refined. In her movements. In her bearing. In her persona.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-11-18 22:06:49		Ingrid dances rolls 1 to Dexterity + Expression -1 Untrained (10 Again)		7		failure

So far all she's done is demonstrate how out of practice she is with long trained dresses.

And she knows it.

And can't resist the laughter pouring out at her own predicament.

Times like this one realises how young Ingrid actually is.

[Sand]

Fingertips settle lightly on Tuesday's hands, using that and half a beat of time, the primal beat that Tuesday was on was found and joined. With a delighted laugh at everything- music, dancing, company - the declaration to give a show was fulfilled.

3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-11-21 06:32:40		Sand rolls 5 to Dance Party! (Dex + Exp) (10 Again)		10, 8, 6, 8, 2, 3		3 successes

Sway, roll, don't forget to move the upper body, step, keep the body contact for the show (and let's not lie, the selfish enjoyment), but don't squash.

Of course, as awesome as the duo dance was, a glance to Aurora showed rather quickly who was the true performer of the group. Laughter draws her attention sideways and before it is stopped, a chuckle at the predicament of the last two of the group.

As the music transitions into a new song, decibel level lowers just enough that only a small shout is needed to be heard. "I'm dying of thirst again- anyone want a drink?"

But remember, the show must go on.

Through the shout, a small sway, fingertips still touching lightly the skin of Tuesday's hand.

[Tuesday]

Steps are stepped and no ties are crushed. So win in that front.

The touch starters Tuesday more then the Obrimos' hands on hers had been when Tuesday had the witch's hips between hers.

Her heartbeats hard. Heard over the roar of the music.

"Drinks! Yeah!" called as her mind span.

Was this part of the act? Or....welp. I'd it was the latter Tuesday would tell Sand of her penis club preferences before Amy hurts could hurt.

"Lead in Lady Goddess!" calls the cat burglar, throwing her arm around the witch's waist.

In for a penny. In for a pound.

[Aurora]

She simply nods. There were times when she wondered if the crowd noticed her attire, most eyes fixated on whatever stunt she was doing. But it could still be fun, and the leather would be a good barrier from fire. Not that she had burned herself lately, it had been years since she had slipped up, but you never know.

Amusement dance in her blue eyes as watched the elven princess.

And then the enchantresses seems to follow suit.

Maybe some more drinks were in order? It always seemed to loosen people up, sometimes for the better, sometimes not.

But Sand and Tuesdays show? That was one that was going to remembered. Two beautiful women dancing together always drew attention.

Chuckling, she nods, “Sure! More drinks are always good!”

Though she was a little sad to be leaving the dance floor. Seems she had just figured the whole dancing thing out.

“I say we need some shots!” she shouts over the music, arms held over her head.

[Circe]

Circe was a little distracted by the ladies making a, grander performance then she had. Especially how the other duo had been dancing together. That was a distraction to say the least.

That'd stick in her mind for a while. Circe was rethinking the whole ignore mortals thing. And the drinking? That was a great way to start making things fun.

"I won't argue with the drinks! Oooh," she beamed a massive smile at Madison. "I am totally in favor of shots too. Tequilla for me!"

[Ingrid]

Ingrid lags behind, wrestling one last time with her dress.

"Did someone say shots?" The Enchantress said as she appeared at the group's shoulder. "I'll say! Shots! Stronger the better!"

[Sand]

1 affirmative. 2 affirmatives. 3 and 4.

Laughter at the call for the cactus based alcohol, rare to be wanted in today's age of flavored vodka and fireball.

"Indeed!" with grinning agreement to the command to lead. Despite the relative ease with which 5 attractive dancers were able to push through the rest of the costumed party, care was taken to not force Tuesday into random folks or force the others to separate.

"I heard one for tequila- any one else on that train? I'm going to stick with the whiskey theme." Looks around, allowing others to chime in with drink choices to place before turning to the bar and repeating the order.

Upon the delivery of the ordered drinks, carefully handed out (liquor abuse is a party foul), her own glass is lifted. "Cheers too... Halloween? Nose wrinkles. Toasts. Not a strong suit.

Maybe one of the other ladies had a better toast?

[Circe]

While Sand/Hecate might be wary of rudeness, Circe had no qualms about just shoving her way through the crowd. A smile or quick compliment was usually enough to prevent a glare, though the elven princess still got a few.


Circe accepts the single shot of tequila, "My thanks," she beams a smile at the bartender. As for the toast. Just Halloween? That seemed a little, well, common. They could do better. "To the day that lets us dress as we like and enjoy being something different," and downed half her shot.


It did sound better to Circe. And the tequila was acceptable. Better then the swill that gave the Fairest headaches but not the best tequila she'd had by a long shot. And Hell, if the mortals complained about it then Circe would just claim that she's used to dealing with green tunic wearing mutes who never complained before to her.


That got a giggle from the elven princess.

[Aurora]

The massive smile was returned, seemed she wasn’t the only one who liked shots.

And then Ingrid agreed and the small group began to move back towards the bar. Drinking was always more fun when everyone wanted to join in.

Tequila? While she understood why it was a popular choice, it was never one she had acquired a taste for.

Whiskey? A better pick, taster in her opinion, but not what she wanted.

“Rum for me!” she orders, and when she gets her glass, she raises it as well. “Cheers to Halloween and new found sexy friends!” if anyone hated what she said, they could get over it.

Nodding to the elven royalty, "There seriously needs to be more nights like this! A club in town that always has Halloween nights."

She then turns back to the bar for something a little more….interesting.

Irish Car Bomb, Guinness with a shot of Jameson. The half full glass of the dark beer was set in front of her along with the shot of Irish Whiskey. There was a wicked glint in her eyes as she drops the shot glass into the beer and drinks the whole thing like shot.

These drinks were going to hit her hard, she thinks with a chuckle. So a good thing she didn’t drink here, but she figures it was still best to call it good on drinking. Before she got to drunk and made a big fool out of herself.

So she orders a water to sip on. It wouldn’t really help, but it would help her not order another drink. Though she was close to slipping into the bathroom and working a little Life magic.

[Tuesday]

"Thought we were doin' drinks not shots!" calls over the music and between the press of bodies at the bar, "Kitty wants cream!" said with a barking laugh,before ordering a White Russian.

Waiting for her beverage Tuesday's eyes go wide at the sight if Aurora chugging down the beer. Fuck. A few guys were eyeing her, proably imagining things and thinking about gag reflexes and the blond's apparent lack of one.

Tuesday smirks and wonders of her cabal mate would spark done Life her way if she said fuck it and got shitfaced.