[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]

I may very well take you up on that offer, Ms. Romanoff. [ the one unspoken, lurking there underneath their words. but not tonight. ]

For now? I suppose it's fitting that we don't venture too far outside the theme.

[ she smiles at a burst of warm trumpet in the soundtrack. ]

[outstandingbalance]

Expect you're right.

[She smiles as well. She can't claim the music for this evening isn't welcome, for what it is.]

Figure before long here, I'll have to find someone to take me out on the floor.

[mucked]

I'm afraid you're on your own -- on that count, at least. [ her look sweetly apologetic. ] Couldn't even begin to tell you who would step our your toes and who wouldn't.

[ well. apart from one name -- but she's the possessive sort and won't share his nimble feet and clean lines with anyone. if she has her way about it, at any rate. ]

But there are a startling number of dress uniforms in play tonight. Perhaps you can start with one of them.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha isn't interested in poaching, though something about Peggy's reaction raises her eyebrow curiously.]

So I've noticed. I suppose I'll have to see what I can find. Though when you put it that way, makes me sound like a chaser.

[mucked]

There's no sin in a bit of a chase. [ her smile is lopsided. ]