after-party ♔ october

[wynn]

♬ Jeux d'eau - Ravel

WHO || Wynn, any and all Knights not currently on missions (if you are uncertain if your character would be at the castle for this, ask!)
WHAT || Squiring Ceremony Afterparty
WHERE || Knights Headquarters, the Ballroom
WHEN || October 1st, 2014, 6:00PM [backdated]
HOW || Prose OR Actionspam

The "afterparty" is rumored to be the real main event of the night. A black-tie affair in the lavish, opulent ballroom, it is every new Knight's chance to mingle and meet some of their new brothers in arms. Of course, a couple hours are provided following the ceremony for everyone to change, do hair and makeup, and choose from the vast array of formal attire in the closets of the balcony "dressing rooms" located at the top of spiraled staircases on either side of the ballroom. A separate dressing room exists for men and women, and they include full bathrooms (with, thankfully, very modern plumbing).

The squires are usually among the last to arrive, and the ballroom is full to the brim with a fancy array of people, of all shapes, sizes and species.

Hope you aren't shy. They're all here to meet you.

Feel free to make your own open threads for people to come congratulate your newly pledged knight.

ooc; also if your Knight wants to get all gussied up, you can make a Disguise (Cha) check for how good they were at hair/makeup/stylin', etc! This goes for... any time.

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[byrned]

[ Faye is probably a bit younger than the people he usually frequents with. Bit more like his sisters than someone he'd take to bed. But that said he's not about to refuse a bit of a flirt. Hell no. ]

Well you know I think it just got better now.

[reallywicked]

Hmm. [She gives a thoughtful hum as she steps closer.] I think mine might have too. Where did they find you?

[Ireland would be good guess. But she's a dumb American so she probably thinks he doesn't sound any different.]

[byrned]

Me? Oh, blew in on the last cloud from heaven.

[ yes that is possibly the cheesiest thing ever said, but it's okay, he knows it, and he clearly thinks its amusing because he's laughing ]

How about you?

[reallywicked]

Oh, I'm a knight, of course. Very experienced. If you needed someone to show you a thing or two, I'm available.

[byrned]

Oh yeah? And what sort of thing do you think you could teach me? [ Did that sound lewd? Well it was supposed to. ]

[reallywicked]

Where all the best quiet spots in the castle are, for starters. [She raises her eyebrows suggestively.] What sort of lessons are you in the mood for?

[byrned]

You know well that depends.

[ He leans in a bit. He's used to dealing with girls, be they his sisters or the ones that had one too many drinks in the bar. ]

How old are you?

[reallywicked]

Eighteen. [She says with a touch of that same inviting tone still lingering.]

[byrned]

[ He smirks at her still, playing along. ]

All grown up then?

[reallywicked]

Why don't you find out for yourself? [She steps closer, invading the little personal space she was allowing him.]

[byrned]

[ He's totally unfazed by her. Eyes lifting up and down. ]

How much you had to drink?

[reallywicked]

[She gives a lazy shrug of one shoulder.]

A glass or two.

[byrned]

[ okay, not completely hammered then, that's something. ]

You know, I think you're getting me mistaken. I'm a nice boy.

[reallywicked]

I'm going to call bullshit on that one. [She just has a feeling you're trouble. But she likes trouble.]

[byrned]

Okay okay, you've got me. But I try to be nice, that counts, right?

[ He smirks again, and there's that little voice that tells him to stop because don't flirt. Don't do that. ]

[reallywicked]

[That voice is something you shouldn't listen to, Matt. Faye steps closer to put a hand lightly on his arm.]

You don't have to be all that nice with me. I prefer to know the real you.

[The real him. The naked him. Same thing.]

[byrned]

[ She's not backwards about coming forwards, and Matt likes that. He likes a woman that knows what she wants. ]

And what about you? You nice?

[ Despite telling himself not to, he finds himself bringing his hand out and setting it lightly on her hip. Bad Matt. ]

[reallywicked]

Mmm, no. Not really. But I've never had any complaints about being a little wicked.

[This is not going to help her case about pretending to have a boyfriend so she can keep a genie enslaved. Oh well. This new guy is hot.]

[byrned]

Oh you're a real little firecracker, aren't ya? [ Said in the most Irish of Irishes you've ever heard in ur lyfe ]

So what are you drinking?

[reallywicked]

Vodka cranberry. [Because it's just the most stereotypical young girl drink you can ever find tbh.]

You?

[byrned]

[ He doesn't answer her question, but does smirk at her a bit. ]

How about I get you a refill?

[reallywicked]

Sure. [She hands him her empty glass to trade out for a new one.] Then we can take a walk and you can tell me more about just how good or bad you really are.

[byrned]

[ He takes the glass and shoots her a smile. ] Don't you go anywhere. [ And then he goes off and comes back really quickly because we do not need to tag him going to a bar and coming back again. He offers her out the drink, and it seems he's got himself one of the same. ]

Thought I'd see what all the fuss is about.

[reallywicked]

Hm is there fuss? Well, I hope we live up to the hype. [she takes her drink and gestures for him to follow her so they can go walk around the courtyard.]

[byrned]

[ He finds himself laughing again. Oh she's really got a bit of fire in her belly, hasn't she? He likes that though. Reminds him of a few of the girls from back home.

He walks with her, out into the -frankly bloody cold- evening air. ]

So how long you been around here?