THE BALL

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[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

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[to choke or not to choke... but the Heimlich proves successful! the chunk of meat flies from his mouth, landing somewhere among the mingling guests, likely to never be seen again. he sags in Saïx's arms, breathing hard, his face slowly going back to its pale shade]

... t-thanks.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he falls into his chair with a groan, his breath wheezing in his throat]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he fumbles for a glass of water, sipping at it to try and wet his throat and tame his coughing. his breathing slows to a normal rate, leaving him to rest his head on the table]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[kinda twitches, just a little]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

Dead yet?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Not yet, princess.

[it's a raspy groan]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I can put up with Juliet, but not Princess.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he yelps in pain, biting his lip and kicking right back]

Fine, Juliet.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[his legs stay on his side of the table, as does the rest of him. so if you wanna stab, you have to get off your ass, darling]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he lifts a hand... but only to grab his drink. he sips it slowly, breathing slowly through his nose]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Glad to see you're so content.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

I get irritable when hungry, content when not.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

So next time you're pissed, I should throw you a steak?

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[he grunts under his breath, glaring right back]

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

It better be very good steak, if you do~

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Or prime rib could work. High quality meat and all that.

[lunalunasai.livejournal.com]

True.



... I want steak.