[OPEN] We'll Take A Cup of Kindness Yet

[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:

[The morning of December 31st, all residents will receive a handwritten invitation slipped under their door.]



You are cordially invited to attend a party
celebrating the New Year

Wonderland Ballroom
8 pm - 1 am

Semi-Formal Attire
Buffet & Bar
No RSVP Required

All Ages Welcome

For inquiries, contact E. O'Connell

[Punctuality in planning is important: the ballroom itself will only be ready for guests at exactly 8 o'clock, bedecked in glittering golds and the red-green of Christmas' vestiges, still clinging to the old year. Dining tables surround a central dance floor, bars and buffets dot the edges of the room and both holly and mistletoe are expressed liberally through the interior.

Mingle, dance, eat and be merry! The New Year will come in at midnight - the band will play and the drinks will flow for long after.]

Comments

[seeingthings]

I just want to have a plan, even if it's a loose one.

[This is what he does. Even if he doesn't always follow it when things get crazy. <.<

He just needs to make sure they don't get crazy.]

You ready?

[His eyebrows lift expectantly.]

[unpreach]

[ She bobs her head, unable to argue that logic, even if she wished the night didn't have to be quite so... planned.]

Ummm... [Kate looks back towards the bathroom, lips pressed together, the desire to go back and check her appearance, causing her to hesitate.] I... sure.

[Maybe she'd kept him waiting long enough.]

As I'll ever be.

[seeingthings]

Then let's go.

[He offers her his arm, chin lifted in an ever so proper manner.]

And don't worry. There's nothing wrong with being fashionably late.

[When in doubt, always act like you 100% know what you're doing.]

[unpreach]

[Her eyebrows crawl up her forehead, Kate doing little to mask her surprise but she only eyes him for a moment before a smile settles in place and she steps forward to link her arm through his.

This would do little to make people believe they weren't more than... friends? If they were even that, but she didn't give it too much thought for now.]

You're the expert. [Look she really thinks he is. She doesn't know the suit obsession came from Uncle Eddie.

And do de dooo off they go.]