THE BALL

[mouselikeyoda.livejournal.com]

[Today is the day of the ball, and as such the entry to the Grand Ball Room is wide open, a sound of music echoing through the halls. Not too far away are signs pointing to the general area, intended to help those who are new as well as remind those who are interested.

The room itself seems incredibly clean, thanks to a few enchanted brooms, some of which are still there to clean up any messes from the food. Speaking of food, there is a large table with many delicious meals to choose from, from classy foods to simpler snacks such as chips and even a bit of treats for the children and others who enjoy sweets. And of course, beverages are present, such as punch, water, soft drinks, and even a bit of wine for the adults. Off to the side is an ice box, which may in fact contain sea salt ice cream.

Similar to the last ball, there is a comfortable area set off to the side for those who would rather relax, maybe take a break from dancing. It consists of comfortable chairs and couches for the guests, and even smaller tables for beverages.

Of course, the main attraction is the dance floor itself, which is dimly lit by a chandelier and the occasional candles here and there. The aforementioned music at the moment is classical, a sort of waltz and seems to be coming from no apparent source-- but one may notice somewhere in the ball room that Mickey himself is present, dressed not only in proper masquerade attire, but also with a familiar hat.

Anyone is welcome to enjoy the ball. However, if trouble should arise Mickey does have a Keyblade and would be more than willing to intervene; this is meant for enjoyment, not violence.]

Comments

[dawnrise]

It might.

[Now she's just being difficult for the sake of it, but, shock and awe, she's dancing.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he's doing his part to be gentlemanly and not grope you inappropriately or anything*

You're not wearing the scary shoes girls sometimes wear. You'll be fine.

[dawnrise]

[Good thing, because she'd end the dance right there if he did.]

That's what you say now.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*swaying~*

Hey, Princess had this pair of heels that were terrifying. I swear they had four-inch heels and these little straps, and my ankles hurt just looking at them.

[dawnrise]

[Makes a face.]

I know what kind you mean. I don't plan on ever wearing those.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

See, so you'll live.

*and with that the song comes to an end and he gives you one last spin and even dips you because he's awesome like that*

[dawnrise]

[Her grip tightens a little bit, but it's not painful! She just wasn't expecting that.]

Was that necessary?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*once you're upright he just smiles and gives you a courtly bow*

Thank you for the dance~

[dawnrise]

[Rolls her eyes.]

The one you forced me into.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

You didn't fight me about it, so that means you must've enjoyed it, even a little.

[dawnrise]

I don't think the King would have appreciated a scene.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Awww... come on, Riku-pi. Just admit you enjoyed it.

[dawnrise]

Never.

[Smirk.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

I'll get more punch then~!

*he knows you liked the dance*

[dawnrise]

Alright.

[She'll never admit it.]

why do you have another post at the bottom of the page?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he just knows~ and will play errand boy to fetch more punch... and maybe some snackable things*

[dawnrise]

[[ooc: Long comment is apparently too long for subject lines! Chat encouraged me to post with Anfemme-possessed Riku, but then never actually poked her. I forgot about it! Should probably delete it, actually.]]

[She's content to sit over here and play security guard. As usual.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*will just be stuffing his face since being alert and tense is hungry business*

[dawnrise]

[So classy, Ri.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*HE BUILT UP AN APPETITE TWIRLING YOU AROUND*

[dawnrise]

[Hey hey, what is that supposed to mean?]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*... nothing! have more punch!*

[dawnrise]

[Gee, thanks. Actually, she's looking suspiciously over at the food.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*blinks at you*

Are you hungry?

[dawnrise]

No.

[Sips some punch, glancing back at him.]