[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

[thecourier]

[He's come to prefer it, too. How he deals with displays of affection have been shaped around his relationship with her and what she enjoys, and Dan has never had any complaints about keeping his gestures more subtle in public.

She speaks, and he chuckles softly, lowering their hands but not letting go of her fingers.]

An' that's the only thing I got any care about it doin'. Everythin' in here looks great.

[nascensibility]

Thank you.

[She says with a great sigh, briefly glancing past his shoulder at the decorations that seem to be holding up all right. Everything is ostentatious, but then, she supposes that's the sort of thing people like to do when celebrating the new year. Be ostentatious, and all that.

Evelyn squeezes Dan's fingers and she gives him a quiet smile.]

You look marvelous.

[thecourier]

Feel overdressed an' like I should be spinnin' a roulette wheel. [He admits with a crooked smile. It's true, but he doesn't look even a fraction as uncomfortable as he did the first time she saw him dressed up like this.]

But it makes you happy, don't it? Worth it, fer that.

[He'd do a lot of things just to make Evie happy. Dressing up in a fancy suit once a year really isn't much to ask at all.]

Anythin' needin' t' be done last minute? 'M at yer command.

[nascensibility]

[It makes you happy.

Damn him, he always knows just what to say. The party alone was intended to assuage some of her desperate nostalgia, a need to control a small fraction of their unreliable environment. A means of finding stability for the purpose of giving herself a gift, and he's quietly obliterated the gravity of that with the revolutionary act of dressing up.

Evelyn leans into him, pressing a lingering kiss to his mouth in silent thanks for the gesture. He is always selflessly giving to her.]

No. [When she pulls back, she is beaming.] Just enjoy yourself. Do some mingling.

[thecourier]

[It's unusual that she's so free with that kind of affection in front of so many people, so he enjoys it, not holding her in it but gently touching the line of her jaw with the tips of her fingers while her lips linger against his.

When she pulls back, she's beaming, and he has that lopsided grin on his face that he usually reserves for just her to see.]

I will, I will. [He tells her, but for now seems content to linger by her side.] Let's say I go when 've had my fill 'a lookin' at you in that dress.

[nascensibility]

[She likes him best like this: warm and unguarded, the sort of friendly guilelessness that defined their first meeting and the unabashed charm of a man who states compliments as though they are facts.]

That could take all night.

[She points out, preening slightly.]

I realise it isn't my usual, but I did want your attention something awful.

[thecourier]

Dang, sweetheart.

[The smile fades off, settling into something soft and warm that tilts the corners of his lips subtly upwards. He rests his hands gently on her hips and shakes his head, just a little.]

Y' could show up in jeans an' a sweatshirt an' I'd only have eyes fer you.

[She's right, though. Having enough of looking at her isn't a thing likely to happen any time soon.]

[nascensibility]

[Humming, she worms her way closer.]

You know, I don't think I've ever worn- what do you call them? Jeans?

[Evelyn was bothering Sam by calling them "cowboy trousers." But honestly, is she wrong?]

[thecourier]

[This is nice. It's not often he gets this kind of attention in public and while he certainly appreciates it, he still keeps things subtle.]

Not that 've seen. Y'd look real nice in 'em, though.

[Because, you know.

That ass.]

Reckon y'd be up fer givin' 'em a try?

[nascensibility]

I might be.

[Evelyn can sense the tone of that suggestion and lightly bats at his shoulder. Having seen the sorts of "jeans" some women - and some men - in Wonderland wear Evelyn isn't altogether thrilled by the prospect of wearing something so form-fitting as to detract from one's imagination, but she can also imagine they are more comfortable than twill.]

You could help me pick something out. I'm afraid my sartorial sensibilities are somewhat behind the times.

[It isn't something that Evelyn minds, exactly. She rather likes wearing clothes of her era to maintain what little temporal identity she has left.]

[thecourier]

[He'd be more than happy to help her pick something out - something suited to her personal levels of modesty, of course - even if it's just so he can see what she looks like in them.

Grant a man his curiosity.

Dan's expression shifts, though, into one of half amusement and half confusion as she goes on, and he chuckles.]

Sartorial what, now? We still talkin' about clothes?

[nascensibility]

It means of or relating to clothes or fashion, yes.

[Evelyn says simply; oftentimes (less so these days) Dan will be unfamiliar with a particular word, and she will explain it to him. His world isn't exactly known for its schools or its verbosity, though she would hazard that he could do some mean and creative cussing if need be.]

For example. [She adjusts his collar.] Your sartorial choices this evening are ones which I find diverting and pleasing.

[thecourier]

[Sometimes, he makes comments on the words she uses despite knowing the meaning, because he finds the way she speaks to be so elegantly overdone at times that he can't help but gently tease her over it.

She'd be right about the cussing, though.]

Hmmmm. [He hums, catching hold of her hands as they tweak his collar.] Lookin' pretty divertin' an' pleasin' yerself, if y' don't mind my sayin' so.

[With her... sartorial choices, and all.]

Should'a brought a big stick.