get ready everybody 'cause here we go

[dashing]

WHO: Saoirse, Herian & open.
WHAT: a combined birthday hangout.
WHEN: 30th Haring.
WHERE: The Hanged Man.
NOTES: Drink up now and turn up hungover to the Firstday feast. Open invitation over here, no need to reply to the network post or even have prior cr in order to attend. Please add any warnings to subject lines if they come up.

"Party" would be an extreme word for it; the more accurate word would be "casual gathering of people with liquor readily available." It is The Hanged Man, though, so who knows what shenanigans could unfold.

They've taken over a corner of the inn, and though there isn't much in the way of decorations - making sure the place could be easily accessed after all that snow was work enough - there are a couple of strings of bunting.

Don't get too wild; it'd be unfortunate if Herian had to interrupt her own (shared) birthday celebration in the sake of preserving the Inquisition's reputation. (Or do get wild, and simply shrug it off as The Hanged Man's influence. Whatever.)

Be sure of one thing, though - at least one round is one Herian. Maybe. If you're a close friend, or look particularly glum.

Comments

[sulena]

"Prompto, I promise when I speak of these things with you that I am sure. Believe me when I say my feelings for you are not in jest or something I plan to second guess. You are stuck with me, if you will have me."

She says this with another smile, warm and kind with a hand coming to brush a loose strand of hair out of his face. "And as it were I know a person or two that could perhaps help with it," she says with a thoughtful look. "They are not professionals in name since they are elves, as it were, but they do wonderful work."

But most importantly! She slips the locket on, clasping it in place before working her braided hair into a proper bun that allowed her to pin it up with the hair clip, a grin on her features. "I suppose what you say is also true. This is why you must dance with me before the night is over."

[crowncitizen]

He huffs out a breath that almost sounds like a chuckle. In retrospect, it does sound like he's questioning her. Which, he kind of is, but only because he's still boggled anyone would want this with him. "Right. As long as you're sure. 'Cause I'm pretty sure you're the one who's getting stuck here." Ahahahahaha yay for shit self-esteem.

He nods, leaning into her touch a little. "I'll totally take your word for it. Whoever you think's best, it's good enough for me." He trusts her judgment, and it's not like he'd have a better chance at finding someone anyway. This is way outside his wheelhouse.

There's little denying how ridiculously pleased he feels, seeing her put on what he gave her. The comb looks lovely in her hair, and the locket hangs well around her neck. Score one for Prompto for being able to pick out jewelry!

"How could I say no? Though I'm not super familiar with the dances here, just... as a warning." Translation: he might step on your feet and he is gonna be so sorry.

[sulena]

She watches his curiously for a moment, brows knit together and lips slightly pursed as if trying to read something written across his face. For the moment, she stands there silent with her hand absently touching his face and hair before giving him a small smile. "I suppose we'll just be stuck with one another then," she says warmly. "I certainly do not mind such an arrangement."

It gives her idea for painting though but there was, at least, more importantly things to consider for now and that meant taking his hands and briefly moving to spin them around with a happy laugh.

"Just follow the music and you will be fine!"

[crowncitizen]

He leans into her touch, just so happy that it's there, even though she's regarding him a bit oddly. Given how affection-starved he is, he'll take whatever he can get. When she smiles, one spreads across his face to match it; it's an automatic reaction.

And then he's getting pulled and spinning around, snapping him out of his thoughts. Which is a good thing, because they were kind of sad. He laughs, though there's a touch of nerves in there.

"Kinda famous last words there!"

[sulena]

His response is met with another burst of laughter from her as she leads them out on the floor, closer to the band where other guests are already dancing and clapping along to the music. It isn't often that she is the one enjoying the music instead of creating it so this is a nice change of pace and getting the chance to dance with Prompto? She wouldn't trade it for anything.

She keeps a hold on one of his hands but moves the other to rest on her waist and her hand to his shoulder. "Just follow my lead and you will be fine."

It's his only warning before she begins to move to the music, leading him along in the turns and twists following the other couples around them.

[crowncitizen]

On the one hand, he's in over his head. Prompto's never danced like this, not really. And he's so afraid he's gonna stomp on her feet by mistake. On the other hand, he gets to dance with her! And be close to her and just have fun. Which is what wins out, and why, even as half-panicked as he is, he goes along with her, grinning and laughing as he follows along, trying to keep up.

At one point he almost stumbles, barely managing to stay up. "Sorry! Two left syndrome's hitting me hard right now."

[sulena]

"You're doing fine!" Because despite Prompto's near stumble, Saoirse manages to keep herself and keep them moving to the music. Magic, as it were, came to her naturally but she believes the same could be said for music and it likely shows on her face.

After all, she is able to dance with him without a care in the world and hold him close as they dance together. It's only when the music stops does she also slow down, breathing hard but smiling brightly up at him. Perhaps it isn't such a surprise then when she steps in close, squeezing the hand she still holds and kissing him fully as she should have done earlier. Oh well, plenty of time to make up for mistakes.

[foundmyselfagain]

From somewhere in the crowd:

"GET A ROOM."

[sulena]

And from some alternate universe where she'd do such thing:

in tandem with "would never actually say this" AU

[crowncitizen]

"Sure. You're not using yours any time soon, right?"

[crowncitizen]

She's amazing is what she is. The way she just moves with the music, as if she were a part of the melody and a continuous extension of the music. He wonders if he looks like a blundering dork next to her. Probably, but at least Saoirse seems to be enjoying herself. And he's just happy to be able to do this with her, and that she wants him near.

The song ends, and Prompto grins and laughs, the adrenaline from the dancing still coursing through him. He's catching his breath, too, watching her smile. And watching, then, as she draws near. They're in the middle of the tavern, with so many eyes on them. But Prompto doesn't care, or at least, not enough to pull away. Kissing's still sort of new to him, but he's feeling more confident as he returns her kiss, a little breathless but earnest.

They're probably being stared at, but he has nothing but eyes for her when they pull back. "Huh. Guess I must have danced better than I thought," he teases.

[sulena]

There is a moment where Saoirse considers the crowded tavern and the fact they are surrounded by both her friends and Herian's friend that might have made her reconsider her actions. Then again there is the part of her that remembers her time in the Circle so vividly when every action was watched, judged and considered a possible danger.

Here in Kirkwall she had to be perfect for both herself and for the others she cared for least she was made Tranquil for the smallest misstep or, in some ways better, outright killed for her actions. It went make to the alienage as well and where instead it was the humans of the city looking down on them.

It's why she's not afraid in the end to kiss him like this, to show her feelings freely and without fear of backlash. For once, in a very long time, Saoirse feels absolutely freed of her worrisome burdens that have hung over her for so long. Prompto, she knows, certainly helps with his smiles and thoughtful looks that help her to smile even more.

"Well... you're certainly better at kissing, at least!" Speaking of teasing.

[crowncitizen]

An arrow straight through the heart! Prompto pulls back a bit, mock offended and hurt as he clasps his chest. "And I always thought I had good moves!" Well, sort of. To be fair, this isn't the style of dance he's used to from back home.

But he quickly drops the act and laughs sheepishly. "Okay, yeah, it wasn't my best moment." However, her compliment isn't lost on him. "Still... I'll take being a good kisser over a good dancer." And just to emphasize his point, he bends down and kisses her cheek.