[OPEN] Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over

[lar]

Date & Time: Saturday 31st, starting at 9:00 pm o'clock
Location: THE PARTY WAREHOUSE
Characters: ERRBODY
Summary: Ella throws a party. It is awesome. Get your asses in here people. With subthreads for maximum OCDness.
Warnings: Drunk people, loud music, teenage drama! Nothing bad overall though.

[ It was seriously happening.

Food? Check.
Drinks? Check.
Lights? Check.
Music? Check.
DJ ClaudsterRedhead? Check.

There was no time for yet another complete check up, it was now or never. Ella fought the urge of making it a "never" and decided that whatever happened was already out of her control. Best intentions and all, whether it turned to be a great party or not depended on the people that would come. All she hoped was that the guests didn't destroy the place; she was kind of thinking about a future party to come and finding one good spot had been difficult enough.

But enough dillydallying, it was party time! ]]

((OOC: PLEASE WAIT WHILE I PUT THE SUBTHREADS UP. GO GO GO))

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[clario]

[ she lifts a disbelieving eyebrow. ]

I asked you to dance. Grabbing is implied.

[bumbles]

Well, you m-might've... wanted to d-do a um, a d-different dance. Without grabbing.

( Never mind that she... told him to lead or something. He's not sure if he's protesting indignantly or joking, but it might be a mix. Gosh he was trying to be respectful. )

Sometimes um, g-girls complain about uh, about g-guys being t-too grabby.

( His sisters, but he doesn't feel the need to specify. )

[clario]

You mean your sisters?

[ it's a guess based on what he's told her of them and her own memories of her and rocket constantly getting into each other's hair. ]

I'll tell you what. The day you get too grabby, I'll hit you. Until then, relax. You'd think I smelled and you didn't want to be near me.

[bumbles]

Uh, yup.

( Okay, that gets a quiet laugh of out him. )

W-well, um, I d-didn't want t-to um, to say anything.

( Is he making a joke? He is. Give the boy a cookie. )

[clario]

[ she mock gasps and pinches his arm. ]

[bumbles]

( The poutiest of faces! Although he doesn't say ow, just looks incredibly woeful. )

That h-hurt.

( No, it didn't. ) D-do um, do you p-pinch everyone you uh, you d-dance with?

[clario]

[ she struggles to keep a straight face. ]

When they behave so appallingly!

[bumbles]

M-maybe um, maybe in m-my world I was b-being polite.

( See this is what happens when he starts to relax a little, he gets ridiculous. Soon there will be puns, and does she want that? )

[clario]

[ maybe she does. what then, huh? what. then. ]

Says the man that didn't want to touch me because it was too "grabby."

[bumbles]

M-my um, my w-world is very strange.

( So gravely. But at least he's relaxing a little, so the dancing is gradually becoming less awkward, and then he grins. )

You smell n-nice, for the record. I m-mean not like... I've b-been uh... smelling you. ( He makes a face. That'd be so, so weird. )

[clario]

[ she laughs. ]

Thanks. You smell nice too. Not that I've been smelling you either.

[ teasing, she adds: ] Are you sure it's your world and not you that's strange?

[bumbles]

Okay. G-good. I'll um, remember.

( As if he might advertise this information. )

Uhh. N-no, that's-- p-probably um, probably right.

( A little quiet, a little sheepish.He is kind of weird, kind of a mess. )

[clario]

I'm not a bastion of normalcy myself so you're in good company.

[ she glances pointedly down at their feet. ]

And you're a better dancer than you led me to believe.

[bumbles]

Oh. G-good.

( Awesome. That he's better at dancing, or that she's weird, too? Maybe both. ) You aren't um, d-doing too uh, too b-bad either.

( His toes feel distinctly un-crushed. )

[clario]

It's not my first school dance.

[bumbles]

N-no, this is um, b-better. School d-- d-dances were scary.

( He didn't really. Go. To any of them. )

[clario]

Was your girlfriend that bad?

[bumbles]

I've, um.

( Wow, this is awkward and the look he gives her kind of suggests that maybe he thinks she's making fun of him. )

N-never had one.

( A girlfriend, that is. )