[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

[dangerouslyunhip]

[Teddy offers her a sympathetic smile as his gaze follows her own, pausing midway through his glass of sparkling cider. He's positive he's seen Kate wear shoes just like that, and MJ probably has more than a few similar pairs as well-- he does not envy girls who have to walk around in those things.]

No kidding. I thought mine were tired, but at least I get to stay flat on the ground. If you wanted to kick 'em off for a few minutes, I don't think anyone would notice. I can stand guard for you.

[meanestgirl]

I appreciate that. I think I just need to get my weight off 'em for a bit, though.

[She smirks a bit as she goes to sit, and for the moment, that's good enough.]

I would swear them off entirely but they make my feet look so, so pretty.

[dangerouslyunhip]

Willing to suffer for beauty, huh. As long as it's a conscious choice, I can respect that.

[Yep. Still here with the not envying-- and he thought his shoes pinched.]

Can you dance in those things?

[meanestgirl]

Oh yeah.

[Dancing was never out of the question, and while she knows that her feet will not be fond of it later, girls are always prepared for things like this.]

I've been dancing in these since I was a kid. I've had lots of practice.

[dangerouslyunhip]

So you're basically a pro by now.

[He grins, pausing to take a sip of his drink.]

I didn't realize they started you girls so young. Don't you get like, training-heels?

[meanestgirl]

[She laughs a bit at that, before nodding.]

Sort of? They're a much smaller and more reasonable heel. Less likely to break your ankle, but still appropriately formal.

[dangerouslyunhip]

[Honestly, not the answer he was expecting!]

I was mostly kidding-- for real?

[Heels are serious business, apparently.]

[meanestgirl]

[She laughs, before nodding.]

Yeah. I mean they make heeled shoes for little girls. I think I got my first pair when I was six or seven?

[dangerouslyunhip]

Rough.

[He makes a face, briefly, like he can't quite believe that.]

Sounds like torture for your feet.

[meanestgirl]

[She shrugs, then smirks.]

The ones I had when I was a kid weren't too bad. It's when I grew up and decided I wanted to be five inches taller that I started having regrets.

[dangerouslyunhip]

[He smirks in reply.]

Decided to stand by your mistakes?

[meanestgirl]

[She laughs.]

It's not like I'm binding my feet or starving myself. There are worse beauty traps I could have fallen into. And as I said, they can be really pretty shoes.

[AKA she is a normal teenage girl. Who knew?]

[dangerouslyunhip]

Guess there really are worse fates.

[He's pretty clueless about this kind of thing, being a teenage boy who only cares about dressing in jeans and flannel, but he can respect making sacrifices for the little things you love-- just like he used to give up buying pizza at school so he'd have more money for comic books.]

I should probably get back to my date-- if I leave you, are you going to be able to walk a straight line?

[He grins, clearly teasing.]

[meanestgirl]

[She laughs, before nodding.]

I think I can manage. Go enjoy your date.

[She will just hang out here and wait for her date to come track her down so she can convince him to dance some more.]