[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

[nascensibility]

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering décor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]




[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

Comments

[mucked]

Crazy? [ amused, peggy allows herself a smirk -- her chin tips forward, and thanks to the volume of the aforementioned music she stands nearer to daisy than she might ordinarily do. all the better to hear you, my dear. ] Is that what you think of it?

[ a beat. ]

I rather like it.

[morethan084]

Totally.

[And she's totally being sarcastic. It's definitely not the type of music she dances to or listens to. She can appreciate that they all have great voices, and aren't being used with auto-tune, but what she wouldn't give for some Beyonce right now.]

Yeah? Seems like it's from your time.

[mucked]

Some of it is. [ peg concedes. ] And some of it is from a few decades later.

[ don't ask her how she knows. if she told you, she'd have to kill you. ]

[morethan084]

So does this mean you're slowly catching up to the twenty-first century?

[The music was calming at the very least. Which Daisy couldn't say about most of the songs she normally listened to.]

[mucked]

I wouldn't exactly call it 'catching up' -- [ after all, she has little resolve to push it much further beyond, say, the 1960s. ] But I've been expanding my musical horizons. So to speak.

[morethan084]

Well if you ever want recommendations, let me know.

[It seemed the song that was currently playing was one a lot of people felt like dancing to as more got up onto the dance floor.]

Wanna teach me how they dance in the 30s? Or whatever decade this song is from.

[mucked]

'41, actually. [ a beat. ] Or maybe it was '42. I can't recall -- but it was popular around the time I first saw field work.

[ casual, calm, cool. there are people in wonderland, still, with whom peggy would prefer not to discuss the nature of her work. but daisy, alongside the other shield and former shield agents, earn themselves a bit more of a forthrightness in her answers.

the song, incidentally? be careful, it's my heart by bing crosby. ]

Are you certain you're interested in learning?

[morethan084]

[It was crazy to think about how long ago that was. At least for Daisy. Her dad wasn't even born yet. Setting down her glass on the table near them, Daisy smiled wide. Excited that Peggy was actually willing to teach her.]

I mean, if you don't mind the possibility that I might step on your toes.

[mucked]

-- That's usually my line.

[ she flashes a mock-coy smile. ]

What makes you so certain I know how to dance at all?

[morethan084]

Are you saying you don't know how to dance?

[Because Daisy has a hard time believing that.]

[mucked]

Maybe I can. Maybe I can't. [ ... ] But just now I'm far more interested in what fuels your conviction.

[morethan084]

[Rolling her eyes, Daisy reached for her hand so she could lead her to the dance floor.]

Come on.

[mucked]

[ almost petulant, she holds her ground. it's hard to tell whether she's simply making it difficult on daisy, or hoping to outlast the other woman's stubbornness. ]

I meant it: tell me what makes you so certain I can dance, and I'll see if I can't scrounge up a lesson for you.

[morethan084]

Because what else besides your work did you have for entertainment back then?

[She's mostly joking.]

[mucked]

Are you looking to get a lesson in dancing or in soaking a punch, Miss Johnson, because I'm quite prepared to arrange for either option.

[ HONESTLY, girl. ]

[morethan084]

[Okay. Joke went too far.]

Sorry.

I just figured since you didn't turn me down, you weren't that unsure about your dancing skills.

[mucked]

-- You'll have to listen. [ she relents. ] Do you think you can manage that?

[morethan084]

I think I can manage, yeah.

[She likes that they can banter back and forth, even if sometimes Peggy scares the shit out of her.]

[mucked]

One song. [ oh, so now they're talking terms. ] I'll lead -- and do keep in mind what I told you, once, about me being a rubbish teacher.

[morethan084]

I'm sure you'll do fine. You helped win the war, in case you needed to be reminded.

[Now can they go actually dance?]

[mucked]

Rather a lot of people helped win the war, actually.

[ but, fine, now they can go dance. although not without a roll of her eyes and a bit of stiffness in her posture as she grabs one of daisy's hands and shifts the other to her shoulder. ]

[morethan084]

[Just take the compliment, Peggy.

Smiling in amusement when she places one of her hands on her shoulder, Daisy held onto it gingerly.]

I'm guessing this was probably frowned upon back in the day.

[Two girls dancing like this she means.]

[mucked]

[ a quiet scoff as she takes the lead -- tugging daisy into an angle complimentary to the steps. ]

Good Lord, how else do you think we learned? [ dancing with schoolmates to crackling radio broadcasts -- bumping into dorm beds and laughing all the while. of course, what daisy's driving at is something different than the mere dancing. but peggy isn't prepared to conflate those two concepts once again. ]

[morethan084]

Good point.

[Daisy toes that line of understanding exactly what she means while also totally making it about something more than just dancing. Daisy looks down just to make sure she isn't anywhere near Peggy's feet.]

Am I doing this right? I mean, it seems kind of simple, but...

[mucked]

The steps are always simple. The difficulty arises in the grace with which they are executed.

[ and peggy, despite all her brashness, isn't necessarily accustomed to leading. but after a bit of a faff, she figures out her rhythm and settles a hand at daisy's waist. the other presses gently against daisy's palm, enforcing a kind of classic silhouette upon the pair. ]

Where I step, you step.