faderift | [ OPEN ] And I'm on tonight you know my hips don't lie and I'm starting to feel it's right

WHO: Zevran, His Kestrels, and You
WHAT: Music, Dance, Shenanigans
WHEN: Current
WHERE: The Herald's Rest
NOTES: It's Zev and dancing. There might end up being shiftlessness, seductions, and intoxication.

[ The Learning ]

It wasn't an intentional lesson, this. There was music, there was wine, there was talk of dancing in the small cleared space between tables. Tossing about ideas of what to play, how to dance, when Zevran made mention of a method of training oneself to isolate movement that was more or less a dance and the younger Kestrels (all but Settimo) expressed their interest. He sent Vitta to gather a few coin covered scarves and belts in all manner of colors from his room and gathered the rest to walk them through it.

Anyone else that was curious might join in, Zevran was something of a hands on teacher, adjusting posture with a hand to the plane of a back, the curve of a hip, showing with his own demonstrations as much as by moving his students by feel so they knew how it was to stand, to move, to roll. Little things, hip rolls, undulating like a snake, how to pop one's hip or hold one's shoulders still while the legs and hips do their work- these he went through as best he could before Vita returned and he offered a proper demonstration.

[ The Dancing ]

After a quick duet, all rolling hips and wide, flirtatious smiles, the Kestrels took turns dancing either on their own or with someone else that had expressed interest. Zevran, likewise, was content to either offer pointers here and there or dance alongside- or against- anyone that would have him. There was wine, there was music, there was warmth in the building and he could think of no better reason than to attempt to have a good time. The show seemed more than enough for those that didn't wish to participate on their own- apparently anything was a good change of pace from Maryden's ballads now and then.

[ The Mending / The Resting ]

Learning to bend oneself in new and exciting ways, to move or not move as one willed- it could create soreness or the occasional sprain if one was not careful. Teresa took time away from the dancing and the drinking to tend to any that might have twisted something they should not, had slipped and fallen or overextended a limb in an attempt to learn this manner of dancing. Or, more often, to offer glasses of either watered down ale or water proper to those taking a break from all the dancing. Zevran himself would flop down on a chair time to time, shirtless and sweating, watching the group with a crackle of laughter. Now this? This was living.

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"Quite likely. There seems to be more than enough interest in this small gathering- a message on the bulletin will bring in a great many- even if they only wish to oogle." And there is much to oogle. The Kestrels are, as all Crows tend to be, quite pretty.

"Ah... right. Ogling." It's a strange word, but pretty appropriate for what would more than likely happen. "So you get to teach something, some get to learn and others will get a free show. Sounds like a great way to get people together," he says with a bit of a chuckle, a bit nervously.

"It is a fine way to bring people together in their mutual enjoyment of the body; of fitness, and relieves some tension that has been hanging about in the air. I'll have to post a notice before the night is through." Something with drawings so the illiterate might understand as well.

"Is that going to relieve tension or just make more of it?" Unless Zevran means that in a different way then... well, yes, it probably will. "I guess I'll have to watch out for that and a sign-up sheet. Even if I never get to being able to dance, having some more control would be rather good to have."

"Relieve some and make more of the fun sort. A good sort." The best sort, truly. "Especially over your core. It makes for an excellent workout and could be of use in your fighting."

Sam gives an amused huff at that, looking down at his feet for a moment before looking back up. "The sort you like making, yes? I assume this isn't just good with workouts and fighting though." He raises a brow at Zevran at that, even while his cheeks are flushing just a bit.

"But of course." Anything less is- well, not worth less but less interesting in it's own way. Having a goal and making it is worth quite a bit to him. Even if the Goal is bed. Especially if the goal is bed.

"Figured as much." It was a good show with how Zevran was right now, he can only imagine the other aspects of such training. "More of a reason for me to consider doing it, huh?" He probably won't, but still another reason to add to the pros of learning something new.

"One of many." Zevran rolls out his shoulders and gestures to Nico- repeating a fluid motion that trails from hand to arm to shoulder and down his spine. Nico adjusts accordingly- and adjusts those he is demonstrating the move to as well. "If that is what you would like to take away from this, of course."

"Not my original plan in considering doing it," he admits, taking a small sip from his drink. Learning this would probably help with a lot aspects of his training, but for the most part this was something he'd be doing more simply for the 'fun' and challenging aspects of it. "Something I'll certainly keep in mind though. Course it probably will look more like just wiggling for a while. Nothing too interesting about that." He snorts a bit at that, lips tugging up a bit into a grin.

"Ah, but there is much joy to be found in a proper wiggle- or the context of a wiggle- or a wiggling woman." Of which there are quite a few on the floor, learning from Teresa that seems to have picked this up quickly enough. "Or men, should you prefer."

"I'm pretty sure the wiggle you're referring to and what I'm imagining are probably different." The wiggling that the women over there are doing has some kind of form and idea behind it. Sam's pretty much picturing a rather goofy thing. "I'm pretty sure the only kind of wiggle I've done is getting into pants." A pause. "My pants," he specifies.

"And no exact preference really. Both look rather nice."

"You woo yourself before getting into your own pants? How decadent." Zevran crackles a soft laugh, nudging Sam with his elbow. Tightly fitted leathers do in fact take quite a bit of wiggling and effort- though there are some powders that assist. The innuendo is far more fun, especially if it makes Sam red.

Sam is in fact turning a bit red in the face at that, more so since Zevran was laughing as he was - it was a nice laugh - and ribbing him. He had been attempting to cut the man off from making an innuendo, but clearly he had underestimated Zevran. Despite him blushing he does smile, shaking his head a little at it all.

"Why yes. I go 'Sam you look good enough to put pants on' and then it happens." He tries not to laugh at that, but a small huff does escape before he sighs a bit. "I don't woo myself, let alone anyone else."

Zevran, on the other hand, cannot help but continue laughing. The mental image of Sam doing just that in the morning is charming enough for him to linger upon it- not for the leering but for the laughing. "You are wooless, as it were? How terribly sad; you are quit a charming man. This will not do."

"Hm, tell me about it," he mutters in agreement to the 'terribly sad' part. Sam keeps hearing that he's charming and other things, but it seemed rather null and void if no one was actually interested. Or at least it felt as such after that bit of a blow after Krem had broken things off. "Perhaps it's just me... I really have no idea on how to go about this sort of stuff."

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