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

[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.