A formal dance.

[pendragon]

WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: The Atrium, Haven's Hub.
WHEN: Today! The dance will go on from the late afternoon until the early hours of the morning.
WHAT: Have your top hat and cane? This is a formal ball. The origination is a drunken Vandal and battle-worn Saber.
WARNINGS: Could be anything from bar fights to drunken swearing to people tripping over their own feet or people making out in a corner.

Welcome to the dance!      The Atrium will have its doors open in the late evening. For the first two hours, Vandal and Drift will be acting as receptionist and bouncer. After that, the doors close. At the reception desk, you will be required to sign your name and also hand over any weapons that you are carrying. (Within the building there is an inhibitor placed. No one will be able to use any weaponry on their person.)      The Atrium is decorated in royal purple and black, with accents of white and pearl. The decorations are standard fair for a ball. There's hanging draperies, table clothes, and colored lighting. Towards the outside of the circular Atrium, everyone will be under a glowing white light. Towards the middle of the dance floor, there is a much softer lavender that illuminates the immediate area.      Vandal and Saber organized and planned, and then helped with decorations. They will also be over seeing the event throughout the entire night. Vandal will be handling the reception desk and registration. We have Frenzy as our DJ in the Atrium, and Miko will be playing electric guitar for those who decide to visit the bar. Saber, Ironhide, and McCrane will be acting as security. They would be the best to contact should you have any.. safety concerns. Our bouncer, Drift, will be "on call" for security once his primary assignment is done. Kay organized and lead the decorating, and Ravage and McCrane helped with placing them. Melan and Joe gathered needed materials. Skidaddle is the one to blame for having the supply of available hats at the doors for any Cybertronian who tries to get past the one piece of attire rule.      Feel free to post in any sub-forum area you think your character would be present in (with or without an opening post), or merely tag others. Prose or action-spam is okay (and you may want to include this in your initial posts if you want others to tag you). Bonus: include links to garments your character may be wearing. This is entirely up to you! Have fun!      Make sure to add your character to the tags! (That's the registry.)

SHORTCUTS TO THE SUB-FORUMS:
Reception Area
Dance Floor
Lounging Areas
Bar
Walls

Comments

[spacerhero]

He didn't get the reference. They really hadn't even had sex in his reality. Damn.

"Yeah. Accommodating bunch of 'bots," She muttered into her glass just before taking another gulp.

"How long have you been here, Garrus? A year? More? Less? Teaching kids to fire guns, making friends with synthetics, getting together with someone who won't die if they swallow?" She could feel herself getting angry, exactly what she had been trying to avoid, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. She swallowed down the rest of the drink and slammed the glass on the bar as she stood, holding on to the countertop for a moment so she wouldn't fall over since the world was spinning so rapidly.

"Forget it. I'm gonna dance, and fuck you if you say anything about my dancing. I'm a good dancer." He would find her accusing finger in his face as she said the last bit, a glare leveled at him as she tried to turn to walk away while still watching him, but stumbled.

[heatsink]

Garrus doesn't say anything as she speaks, though the clamped mandibles probably served to guess what was on his mind. Did he.. screw up again? He didn't try to correct her, that'd.. probably be a bad idea.

Instead, he turns around and follows her, noticing she may have just taken in a little too much of her drink. Oh, Shepard.

"I could... dance with you?" Garrus stop what are you doing.

This is a bad idea.

[spacerhero]

His suggestion causes her to whip around to face him again, and to her credit she doesn't sway or fall over. She was about to say something, to yell at him again, but instead she gets caught in a moment, and she just looked at him. Really looked at him.

A deep sigh escaped her as all the tension left her body, shoulders slumping and face relaxing into a somewhat sympathetic look. "You don't even know why you feel bad. You're just trying your damndest to make me happy..."

Three unsure steps took her back to him, and she wrapped her arms around him, letting the side of her face rest against his chest in a gesture that was more for comfort than romance.

"I'm sorry. I just miss you so much."

[heatsink]

The brow plates over the turian's eyes rise a little as Shepard embraces him. He wasn't startled persay, but he certainly wasn't expecting the change of heart like that. Then again, she had taken in quite a bit of alcohol. Emotions tended to do what they want at this point.

But before he begins to think on it too much, Garrus gently wraps his arms around her in return. He still had no damn clue what was going to happen with the whole.. kissing thing. All he knew was that Shepard needed a little comfort right now, and regardless of what happened, he cared about her.

"I'm here now."

He leans his neck forward a bit to rest his head beside hers.

[spacerhero]

She wanted to spend a moment like that, in his embrace, and pretend the rest of everything didn't exist. He was hers and she was his. Except it wasn't that way here, and even in her drunken state she knew that.

Finally, she pulled away, taking a moment to brush her hair back into some semblance of order and pretend that everything was cool.

"We should talk. We need to talk. Not today. Tomorrow. When I can think straight and the world isn't trying to pull me down." Because she felt like gravity was increasing on her right now. No really.

"But for now, how about that dance?"

[heatsink]

Tomorrow? Tomorrow was good.

Although Garrus wasn't quite sure where this was headed... No, scratch that, he was quickly figuring out exactly where this was going. A good part of his mind would probably be reminding him about how crazy this was come tomorrow morning, but right now there was this.

And he wasn't about to mess up this time.

"Sure. Just a warning, my dancing's a little rusty.", ie he kind of sucks too. But they can suck together.

[spacerhero]

"Your rusty is my sharp," she chuckled, taking one of his hands in her and dragging him down to the dance floor.

Tomorrow they'd talk, but tonight would just be fun between friends.