Dance with the OC above you 💃

Jays dress paled in comparison to Fitzgerald's. She thought he looked utterly stunning in his attire and JV let the bogging feeling set in that she could've done better. In the darkened lights of the room, where almost no one else was, she cleared her throat and held out the palm of her hand. "Would you like a...dance, sir? She grew nervous when he had failed to notice her question. Meekly she asked again, using a stronger voice this time. "Sir? would you fancy a dance...or something, I'm not really sure.." 

   He muttered something along the lines of a "Whatever" and took Jay's hand. He seemed unimpressed with everything about her, and the sweats that slid down her forehead was like and endless sprinkle. The dress felt to hot and suffocating, but she would try her best to enjoy the experience. She always was the positive one in these types of situations, but that's alright. He wrapped an arm around her upper torso and took her free hand while her others had rested on his shoulder. It was such a formal dance, Jay hardly knew the proper way place to put her hands and what way to sway. 

   Fitzgerald took her face in-between his hands when he felt the her tense up from the nerves, "Careful" he warned her, he was right. They had almost crashed into a vase due to her careless turn. "I'm sorry," "It's alright.." she grasped the side of the table when she parted from the man. He wore the most unreadable of expressions on his face and it made Jay worry. What could he be thinking? What he disappointed with the dance, was it good enough? "Is it okay with you if I rest?" She didn't want to end the ordeal that had just barely started, but she was cramping up up in the lower abdomen and really needed to take care of that, like, right now. 

"Yes, I didn't expect you to stick around anyway," Oh, hehe

She rushed into the stalls of the ladies room, she could feel it, the discomfort and pain. She may be extremely embarrassed for ditching Fitzgerald, but standing in front of him in this state would be even worse. she had to save herself some dignity. Why did it have to arrive at this exact moment?

Maribelle had been taught how to dance when she was little, roughly ten or eleven when her lessons began. Not that she ever liked it. The closeness of slow dancing was daunting to her, and during her father's parties she opted to stay in her room and hide, unless if either him or her uncle dragged her out to the gardens to be with everyone else. This was different, but even then it was terribly nerve-wracking for her to be here. It was times like these that she wished she could cut a few inches off her height. At least she was clean, her hair combed out, her scar and dark circles covered by make-up, herself in a gown of floral brocade. It was expected of her, she supposed.

It was also expected of her to not refuse another person's offer, and in this case, it was a dance. Of course it was a dance. She looked up at Jay from where she sat in her chair, and assumed the other girl just felt sorry for her. Maribelle had been sitting silently in the background, anyhow...

She blinked tiredly at Jay, before rising to her seat. A feeling of chagrin slammed into her when she realized she loomed over the smaller party. Not by much, mind you, but still enough to annoy Maribelle, despite her keeping a mostly straight face. She didn't say anything to Jay's offer, either, and instead took her hand in Maribelle's own gloved one. Not once did she even look at her partner. What a fun, engaging dance this was going to be.

Having now moved to an open space on the dance floor, Maribelle positioned herself steadily, standing a little too far from Jay, but hopefully not enough to be noticeable. She was still able to reach in and rest her hand gently on the other party's side, her other hand remained clasped around Jay's. She was... sort of determined to lead the dance. She hadn't before, but she assumed it would be easy if they just went at a snail's pace. With any luck, Maribelle thought, Jay would grow sick of her and leave her.

Maribelle stepped to the left, not really bothering for synching with her fellow dancer. The movements were slow and basic, at least, with little turns here and there as they navigated through the fringes of the crowd. Every now and then, she would glance at Jay's face, but for the most part kept her expression dull, her gaze elsewhere. She was probably thinking about food. There was a group at a table she observed before, eating lobster. She hadn't many chances to try lobster for herself. If she ever had a chance to begin with.

She wondered if lobsters could dance. She thought a dancing lobster would be kind of cute.

"I hope you are well." She murmured to Jay. Her tone was... more monotone than usual. Robotic. Ouch. "This night could have been so boring without you, I think." she said, "I would have stayed by the catering table, but I know my place is here, yes?"

oh yeah mr krabs.

Dudley wondered how Maribelle would react if she'd learned she was dancing with a crab. Would she think it was weird? Cute? And on that matter, human dancing sure was interesting! All they did was bump into each other constantly! Although to be fair, he did that because his focus kept shifting to the table full of lobster. It just looked so tasty! WAY tastier than any he'd seen, and bigger too! He was practically drooling at the mouth thinking about having some.
After the umpteenth bump, Dudley looked at Maribelle, finding her looking off into the distance. He followed her gaze to the lobster table, quickly coming up with an idea. "Hey, why don't we just go eat some lobster?" he suggested with a wide smile. "This dancing was fun and all, but I think that'd be more fun, right?"

Dean wasn't sure of how he got himself invited to such a ritzy ball like this, let alone why he even attended but here he was, donning an uncomfortable suit but still donning obnoxious makeup. He didn't even know much about ballroom dancing- and then Brown approached him and asked to dance. He agreed, with a nervous gulp, and started to lead, stumbling a little every now and again. "I really don't have much experience in this kinda stuff- but I bet you can tell, huh?" He said. "If you'd rather lead or show me some pointers, you're totally welcome to."

"Hey kid whatcha doin' here?" Roswell said. He lifted up his nose a bit. The can dean was holding smelled, sweet. Incredible sweet. Like candy, liquid candy? Roswell's stomach twisted and his teeth starting to ache.
"Yer want to do..what? A dance?" He started to laugh. "Oi wud never thought dat an auld paddy loike me, wud be invited ter a dance." Roswell let out another laugh.
"Gran' so sprog. yere on."Roswell said with a smirk. " 'av yer youth ever 'eard av de waltz? 'a! oi already tart yer wouldn't nu it!" Roswell stretched out his hand.
"Come, oi can teach yer de basics... bet it gives yer sum..admirers," He said with a 'wink'. 

He just witnessed how rude that man was to that girl, who seemed to gather all her courage to ask for a dance. As a chevalresque he can be, he immediately stepped there.

"Can I ask you for a dance?" bowed in front of her. He looked like a prince, eventhough he was more of a criminal in reality. But for parties he certainly made efforts. Al also hoped she didn't heard from him, so there won't be prejudices. In his mind it crossed, that she looks so young... but he certainly hoped she's not too young. Not like he had any secondary intentions with this dance, he just knew how troublesome can be some people. 

"I hardly see you outside your lab, " Xander said. A bright and wide smile crossed his lips, "except the one time we met, of course of course, " Xander mused. "But I have to say that I'm glad, no honored, that you came, " Xander's smile softly tinned as a nervous expression darted his face. "It's, my birthday after all, " Xander's words drifted off. Just like his gaze. He stared right passed M. Pourife and the nervousness in his mimic had been swapped for a sadder look. He hadn't ask for this, such a great feast in his name. How he hated it. Back home, home home, the old musical theater and de Buik, they hardly celebrated things like this. You'd get a pat on the shoulder. Maybe a cake, if they could spare the money. Now, the entire city hall was filled with people. Rich folk that took this change, his birthday, to enriched their own agenda. Xander quickly shook his head. Trying to get back in to focus. "It's a bit odd don't you think, my friend. All those guests, and I hardly knew any by name, " Xander said. He then quickly laughed, from the irony. He'd been calling M. Pourife just that 'M.Pourife', with no clue if it was the man's first or last name. He smiled quickly disarmingly, "but at least I've heard the food is pretty good. They even baked me a cake, two-layered, " Xander said. "I haven't touched it yet. It will make things so..offical, my age, this feast, " Xander continued with an almost innocent smile. "But I hardly imagine that you, left your lab, as the head-physician, to hear me blabber about cake and party's, " he told the other party. "They are going to play live music and, for a change I don't have to perform, " he said with a chuckle. "Would you like to join me?" He asked. His throat crammed shut and Xander swallowed uneasily. What an odd request. What would happen if he refuse, would their friendship be over? Would Xander end the evening alone eating his cake, being a year older. Stop overthinking he command himself. But like always, Xander did overthink. "I've learned some dances from time to time, so I won't be stepping on your toes, " he said with a fast chuckle. Great opener.

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Xander swallowed uneasily. Then frowned carefully. He had néver seen a demon before. "Sixer?.. Sixer," He said. A carefully smile crept on his face, "Thats' a nice nickname madam! Me, lucky? Oh oho," he said now more opened up. More in his element.
"A dance? With an old mortal like me? ..Sure!..Sure"

Otto welcomed the dance with open arms. He was no breakdancer or anything of the like, however, always preferring to take things slowly. He did so at a snail's pace, really. He stood before Seung-Cheol, however, a hint of hesitance on his visage as he studied the other, taking a small step forward to begin.

Then, he chuckled.

"A shame that you must cover your face, my darling." He commented, as he placed his hand atop the taller man's shoulder. He continued to smile that pleasant smile and hum along to the pretty tune of string instruments. He didn't want to say that the mask was a bit ridiculous, and that it made him uncomfortable to not be able to see his partner's face, but, hey, whatever. Otto deserves to feel uncomfortable. "I suppose it might be necessary if you're in costume, assuming this is natural where you're from... But, still, it would be a delight just so see what lovely features reside beneath that mask. You've already a handsome build."

Otto guided Seung-Cheol towards the rest of the crowd, his hand gentle in the other's. He stopped there, and with his hands remaining on Seong-Cheol's own hand and shoulder, he looked up at him, his smile growing into a sweet grin.

"Speaking of which," the nobleman continued on, stepping forward, "You should tell me a bit about where you're from. I heard you were from... USA? I've never heard of it." If only Otto could go to Earth without exploding. "It has a cute name, but I suppose that's all I really know about it." He was pronouncing it incorrectly, which was the worst part about all of this, aside from having to dance with Otto. Yoosah.

"Where I'm from..." He took another step forward with Seong-Cheol, but then paused and took in a deep breath. Dare he gloat? Why... Why, yes! Of course he was going to gloat! "I'm a fairly important figure." And yet, in his mind, "fairly" was an understatement... "I'm a lord, a magistrate, I like to think I have a place amongst more powerful people, only a step below in position to those from the north. My wife is one of them. A... mighty woman she is, something that is quite uncommon."

Otto cleared his throat, gazing over the other man's shoulder for several moments, before sighing. "Alright... Well, if you want to know how I see it," he added, "There's something timid about you. If I give you a few glasses of wine, would it loosen your lips a little?"

i WILL write a follow-up post