Dance with the OC above you 💃

Dancing huh. Oliver wasnt bad at dancing. No child that was born of good breeding really was however he bad never been confident in his dancing ablity. When he was younger a toe step would mean a slap over the head for having the audacity to make a mistake when "His brothers picked it right up." In her eyes Oliver was always doing something wrong. So he was unable to think of dancing as anything more then a stressful activity and it was obvious he wasnt having a good time. 

His posture was ram rod straight and though he didnt step on any toes or mess up miserably he also wasn't as graceful as other dancers would be. He felt bad for his partner, an older man with what appeared to be a pot belly. As he seemed jusy as unuse to dancing as Oliver was. Deciding to spice things up a bit and maybe show off oliver spun his partner and dipped him without breaking a sweat before bringing him back up. "You dip beautifully love." The blonde said with a cheeky smile on his face. Bowing to his none existant audience of which cheered at him with love and admiration. 

When in reality there was only silence...

Sprocket and dancing? Oh, expect something along the lines of 'Actually good and professional dancer?' Well, you've got the...robot! Sprocket took the other's hands into his metal paws and looked at them with cogwheels for goggles. "Are-are-are you rea-dydydy?" His voice was indeed glitchy, but he didn't mind. Sprocket smiled, his tail perking up as his voicebox played a classic waltz. He smiled, holding the other's hands a bit tighter as he completed the waltz.

"Wish to da-nce with me again? Here's a phone numberrrr!" Sprocket handed them a small slip of paper, written on it it said "SPROCKET'S BURGERS AND ENTERTAINMENT! FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY!" With a phone number to the resteraunt. Sprocket walked off in a unstable, but robotic fashion.

Marcus’s team was hired to be extra security for a very fancy ball. Rumor has it that there may be intruders attending the ‘rich people’ party just to ruin it. So it was important Rylex had to be there. However he was running late to this event. Earlier he got into a heated argument with another at a park. Which lead to a fight. It got pretty nasty and he got busted up pretty good. After his ordeal at the park he rushed into the party to find out it was going to be a masquerade ball! Since he didn’t have a mask the host gave him one of the cheep ones and he quickly puts it on as he rushes in, still busted and bruise.

As he enters the ball, out of breath, notices everyone had a mask on! Servers, aristocrats, everyone. Rylex takes a deep breath and tries to blend in with the crowd, as he pops and dusts the suit he had on. He didn’t want to look like security to the intruder. It was difficult to look for suspicious activity, but he sworn to be on high alert. And needed to be at his post soon. But there were many people about, making it difficult to shuffle through the crowd. Chatting and laughing with each other. Some out on the dance floor. The tinted lights are dim, music booming in the back. Everyone having fun and enjoying each other’s company, but one woman… She had on a black wolf like mask… All on her own by the corner, holding her drink. The young soldier’s mind zones in on her, blurs everyone out. He slowly moves towards her. Taking long confident strides. Without saying anything to the lady, Rylex gently takes her drink from her and just whips it away. Then takes her by the hand and leads her to the dance floor, his head bopping to the beat of the music in the background. Then starts to move his shoulders and hands so the lady dances to his movements. Then gradually pulls her in closer to him so she’s in his arms. He softly twirls her and places his hands at the small of her back and leans her over and he leans in. At this very moment, Rylex had forgotten why he was here. He saw behind this mask was his Ms Brown. Those memorizing eyes glimmering in the faint light, him staring right back at them. Then plants a kiss on her.

While Madame Dubois was chattering and commenting about the venue, Rylex tried his darn bestest! To listen and pay attention. But that young boy just ain't got the attention span to last. It was proven more challenging than surviving 1 month out in the woods... So he pretended. "Ohhh yeee. I feel you Miss Governess. Yeee."

"Oh don't chu worry 'bout a darn thing Miss Governess ma'am. We are trained soldiers and we tackle and eleminate any threats. I know dis pretty face-" As he winks and smiles to show off those perfectly white and straight teeth. "-be mak'n people think I can't do much. But I assure you Miss Madame. Rylex all business when I be on duty."

Then when she starts to talk about the venue he got more anxious. What is a young man like Rylex to do. He can't hold a conversation he was barely even listening to... Oh boy... "Oh I don't know Miss Governess." Reaching out to scratch his head... "I do be gotta be doing my duty to protect a pretty thang like you. But if you insist Miss Governess. I can have the next dance." Trample the floors? Rylex didn't think much of it. As the thought had gone and pass.

"Ohhh, Ms. Dubois! Such a pleasure seeing you here!" Weiss acted as if he's ever seen this poor woman before. In reality, we both know neither of the two have met, but .. what kind of an awful scheme is this bastard breweing?

Weiss looked down upon the Madame, being understandably too fucking tall to look at her using eye-level. He firmly planted a hand on her shoulder, continuing to look back up and scan the event that was taking place in front of the two. In which was, a shotty little convention; people were playing various genres of music on the stage, albeit, more hoity toity type music .. much to this man's dismay, of course. Trouble is how out of place Weiss was, sure, he was 'dressed' for the occasion, but the crowd of people that the event attracted were much more sophisticated compared to this sap.

Nonetheless, he removed his hand from her shoulder and shot her a side-eye. "This genre of music isn't exactly my style, Madame. Classical is great and all, but I just can't fucking get into this shit. Pardon my French, of course." Proclaimed Weiss, unknowingly speaking to a native French individual. Ignorance is bliss, my friends.
"You're such a nice young lady, however. And rich at that, too. I'd honestly consider myself to be rich as well, but I'm sure your stack of cash is more well deserved than mine, eh?" He abruptly shoved a hand into his pant pocket and cackled softly, and honestly, this statement wasn't wrong. In the slightest.

His eyes suddenly shot towards the center of the room: empty. Most folks were already dining at this point, either that or chatting up a storm with fellow colleagues or friends of friends. This was %100 more of a social event rather a dance party, but the bassist digressed.
"Do you do much dancing? As in, old fashioned ballroom dancing -- you know, that fancy garbage that people did back in the day." 

Dear God,

Weiss nodded his head towards the aforementioned area, gesturing Dubois towards it.
"I, myself, am not the best at the ballroom shit. Though, such a sophisticated and wonderful young lady like yourself could teach me, maybe? I have plenty of girlfriends," yikes, ".. and I'm sure a few of them would be absolutely baffled if I came back and showed them that I knew how to dance properly. Now, how do you do this?"

Heim lightly placed the Madame's hand into his palm and raised it ever so slightly, moving his other hand towards her shoulders. Awkwardly enough, it didn't look stupid?
"Seems to me you're a fucking natural at this. Now, we go with the music, don't we? This song .. doesn't exactly have a specific beat I can place, though." Weiss' eyes darted to the side as he legitimately tried to place how the hell people were suppose to dance to this. This wasn't rock. This wasn't metal. This was classical music, in which, Weiss had absolutely no knowledge on.
Irony is painful, is it not?

vv HAHA PLEASE hon i am. so sorry .. no one should have to go through that lmao ..... poor amber 😔 beat his ass plx

There are several issues with the man Amber's left standing next to at this dance. Because of course the one time she'd choose to come to one of Vi's mother's parties she'd get stuck by herself. Her girlfriend was off God knew where, likely stuck at her mother's side, and Amber had been left alone surrounded by demons. Because leaving the only human here alone surrounded by demons was a great idea!

Regardless, the actual issue was that she was left alone without a dance partner and her only option was not only a man, but a man who practically dwarfed her in height. He was over two feet taller than her, and Amber wanted to die having to crane her neck up as far as she did just to get a good look at him. And she most certainly did not like that sleazy grin. It was attractive when Vi did it, it wasn't when men she didn't know were doing it.

Nonetheless, when that sleazy-grinned blonde offers out his hand (Amber tries not to notice how much larger his hands are compared to her own and especially tries to ignore his nails. Did he even try cleaning them? Jesus), Amber...hesitantly takes it. Worst came to worst, Vi would have his head on a pike if he tried any weird shit, but it still didn't help that Amber felt slimy just touching him. Eugh. He reminded her of her ex in the worst possible ways. This wasn't going to be fun at all.

"I really don't know how to dance," she tries, as she's tugged out into the crowd of dancing demons. Thankfully, Hell provided much better music for dancing rather than boring ballroom crap, so it's not like she has to be twirled about, but his grip stays firm, so she assumes whatever they'll be doing will involve them being close. Great. "I feel as if you'd be better with someone who...can keep up with you..." 'And isn't at your waist in height...'

He insists, however, his toothy, Cheshire cat grin making Amber's spine shiver a bit, but she swallows the urge to punch him in the dick and simply smiles a strained, tight-lipped smile back, simply...grasping his other hand in whatever dance they were to attempt at performing. She couldn't exactly grab his shoulder, considering her head reached...his waist. God, this night wasn't going well at all.

"Fine, fine, just...don't step on my feet. Or...on me. And keep your hands mostly to yourself." 'Unless you want a particularly angry succubus chasing you through all seven circles of Hell...God Vi's gonna be pissed if he goes the slightest bit out of line...'

At least it'd likely end soon, right?

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IM SO SAD XANDER’S SO SWEET WAIIIIIIT,,,,

If I remember I’ll do a follow-up tonight that was SO sweet I’m going to cry.
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Amber, to be honest, was only a bit frustrated because the second the music began playing, all she could think of was just how achingly familiar this felt. But she couldn't entirely grasp just why. 

Well, no. She knew why, she just wasn't quite sure how shit that happened to her 14 years ago was making her react like this. Maybe it was the fact that Xander had that...fatherly vibe to him. He kind of had similar traits to Amber's father as well, red hair, kind face and pale blue eyes, it all just felt a bit too familiar, even if vague memories of a five-year-old Amber weren't much to go by. But...she smiles regardless, tentatively reaching forward and accepting the outstretched, six-fingered hand with her own. His rambling was making her giggle, but she greatly appreciated his patience.

"Sure, old man," she teases lightly, eyes slightly bright. "The polka doesn't sound...that bad. And I'm sure...plenty of kids still say that." 'You know...80s kids.' But Amber wasn't going to say that out loud. Best not ruin the moment.

^{^ MY HEART AS WELL!?! HELLO.... I CRY that's so CUTE (thanks for not breaking this old man's hip slangs)} 
"I've heard you're kind the piano player," Xander mused. He beamed Amber a quick smile.
"Oh, I tried some piano too when I was younger but… it's not my type of instrument." Xander chuckled out a peal of polite laughter.
"Actually ma'am I was horrible at it. I keep forgetting to use the foot pedal," he paused and illustratively pressed his foot against the floor. "-Kept missing the keys," Xander confessed. He fidgeted with his glasses.
"I.. I got some piano music though. Ma'am. Wait, I'll show you my favorite!" Xander got up from his chair and walked over to his gramophone. He dug around his LP's before pressing one on the machine. Xander placed the needle. Then took a step back. Soon enough the chamber started to fill itself with a jolly-fully piano piece. Quick and high-pitched.
"I always play this ma'am when I'm feeling grim. I know, an odd combination, don't you think miss Amber?" Xander asked. He turned around and faced her again.
His smile faltered.
Being a foster-father of one made Xander aware of bitten down frustration. Anger. Melancholy even. He did not know anything about his guest's past. Plus it wasn't in his nature to pry. But her pursed lips and crossed arms were enough to make Xander worry. (Though... Let's be real, this man is always worried.) Or maybe it was the music that made her grimace?

"Oh," Xander said. Then his smile grew again. "How... How about a little dance miss Amber? I'm sure old and not your type," Xander said with his smile audible in his voice. He gave her a wink.
"But I can teach you the Kettwick-two-step ma'am. Or the polka."
Xander warmly laughed at her reaction.
"Though, ma'am I'm not sure if younglings like you still dance the polka! In my day and age…" Xander breathed out.
Then he held out his hands to the freckled-guest. His smile beamed from underneath his mutton-chop beard. "But it will be fun!" he promised her.
"The polka isn't that hard to master. I'm sure you'll blow your friends, demons alike, right out of their socks!"
Xander paused. His arms still outstretched.

"That's something you kids still say these days, right ma'am? 'Blowing someone out of their socks'?"
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I care for these two though !?!

The Tsaritsa's Grand Party in Snezhnaya.

A sentence that Yún absolutely dreads.

It was one thing to be invited due to her allegiance with the Fatui (claiming to be their ally) and due to her title of Liyue's Mist Flower. It was another to be invited as a plus one by a Harbinger, of all people. Still, it would have been a big 'scandal' and gossip fodder if her own husband hadn't done so, much to her dismay. So, she decided to suck it up and instill every bit of training she had gone through for moments like these.

And that is why, for the past few hours, she's been ganged up on and interrogated by most of the higher Fatui Agents (just below the Harbingers) and had even bumped into the sixth and fourth Harbingers at one point. Needless to say, Yún was tired and the party wasn't even half-way through the night yet. She tries not to let the lethargy show, as one of the nobles had begun showing off what she assumed to be his works and assets. Honestly, she doesn't quite remember and care, as one word enters her ear and exits the other. Despite her closed off eyes, Yún looks around to see if anything can save her from the dreadful socializing she's been subjected to for hours (as she prays for Childe's own sanity, given that as the eleventh Harbinger, he's sure to be given even more socializing responsibilities) when she finally spots a familiar man.

"I apologize, but it seems a friend of mine has arrived." She bows politely, not really caring about the stuttering man she leaves behind. Liyue's Watcher fast walks, not quick enough to be inelegant but not quite slow enough to be caught in another social greeting. She taps the man just as she was about to be called over by another interested party.

"Mister Xander, I see the Tsaritsa's invitation has made its way onto Drakenburg." Yún smiles though a bit strained at the older gentleman, hoping that he understands her problem.

"Ah, Miss Yún--"

"I believe I owe you a dance from before?" She cuts the other man off, as she leads the Half near the outer circle of the ballroom. "As a citizen of Liyue, we value greatly in keeping our contracts--our promises." With that, she shuts the annoying man up and leaves him behind, finally sighing in relief at escaping the droll she was about to experience.

"Forgive me for that, mister Xander." She bows, before continuing, "It seems my reputation has preceded me. Trying to get away from parasitic fellows has been the main event of the night for me, unfortunately." As the music shifts to one of a formal dance, Yún pauses for a moment before facing the older man once again.

"Well, it would be quite a bit more time before my husband finally disentangles himself from his Harbinger responsibilities. Perhaps you would like to dance and keep me company for a while?" Sighing, she also adds in fondly, "And I am sure Childe will appreciate you keeping all the... pests away from me."

LMAOOO man Brown and Yun vibe so well when they're not out fighting each other to the death.... she's just attracted to those kind of people huh bless <3333

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julydreamzzz I think your character's page is locked? At least I get this message: LINK every time I try and open their page! Can you maybe edit your post to include a direct link to the character your using?