3 Kazoo - Adult Ballroom Social and Epic Kids' Game Night

[nutkrusher]

Who: Everyone
Where: Wardrobe, Gym Car, Music Car, Games Car
When: 3 Kazoo, Evening
What: The much-awaited-and-discussed Adult Ballroom Social (and children's side event)
Warnings: None

You've seen the flyers. You've heard the announcements. You've ordered additional party reinforcements if you wanted them. Some of you have even helped her to prepare. And now it's finally here - the Adult Ballroom Social that she's been planning these many, many week-and-a-half.

But you wouldn't know it only took that long to throw it together. She's gone all out for this one. Including the wardrobe that's been opened up, there are four cars that have been set aside for tonight. The main ballroom floor is in the non-training gym, which has been cleared and decorated for the occasion. The music is being piped in from the music car, where it's still playing for those who would prefer a more intimate and private setting. Meanwhile, the game room has been set out for the kids who would otherwise be left out of this adult and near-adult event.

Comments

[agathokakological]

Crowley scoffs, but after what they'd been through, the angel is right. "It's certainly better than being trapped on an island." he sighs, looking for a corner to sit in away from the crowds.

The music car is a lot less crowded, but there are still quite a few people about. Crowley points out a few empty seats in s back corner, where they can still enjoy the music but not be bothered. "How's that?"

[salutosinedelectat]

"Better than that whole mess, at least." It's still surprising that, in all things considered, their time spent in the islands really wasn't that long. Heavens, even the time since when they were trying to stop the end of the world wasn't that long ago. Funny how time drags on when you're not having fun.

Aziraphale offers an agreeable hum, and they make their way to the slightly more private seats, upon which he sits with a calm, comfortable sigh.

"Suppose we don't know how long this is bound to last. But the quiet moments aren't completely unpleasant."

[agathokakological]

"As long as every leap across the astral plane lands us a bit closer to normal, I think I'm content." he replies honestly. He isn't thrilled to be stuck anywhere, but he has made meaningful connections on the train that he would certainly miss.

Crowley sits close to the angel, finding it very difficult with his pleasant buzz to not crawl entirely into Aziraphale’s lap. He sips happily at his wine before humming in thought.

"I'm actually dying to know... did someone else dress you? You look almost too sharp for yourself. That's not a bad thing."

[salutosinedelectat]

Whatever normal might mean for them.

At the question and comment, the angel's eyebrows go up.

"Well. None taken." He points with another generous sip from his glass. "I'll have you know that I did dress myself, as I often do."

[agathokakological]

Crowley laughs with a loud cackle at Aziraphale’s response, which was well worth the comment in his opinion. Teasing one another was one of his favored hobbies, as long as Aziraphale was never truly insulted.

"It's just not often we look like we're from the same century." he teases again, laughter still in his voice. His fingers reach forward and touch gently at his lapel, teasing up to the fabric around his neck. The fact that it hadn’t been a bowtie alone was incredible... but paired with the suit, well... Crowley was obsessed.

[salutosinedelectat]

The angel gives him a look, but not the kind with any bite. The kind of look that's soft around the edges and is perfected through years (centuries, millennia) of carefully crafted familiarity.

"I thought it looked rather dapper." He holds his glass in both his hands, glancing down at the suit - and the demon's hand. "And, well...I'm not against trying new things."

[agathokakological]

"It does." he confirms enthusiastically, taking a moment to himself to finish the wine in his glass. The bottle remains unopened beside him, but he's not ready to open it yet... not if he can get a little handsy for a moment.

"Is that so?" he asks, almost as teasingly as his other questions had been. "And what other new things would you be willing to try?" he teases, "I like this new you."

[salutosinedelectat]

The faint tentative notes of music played by some passenger of disputable experience are easily forgotten in favor of the delightful buzz and teasing words.

"New me?" He sounds curious, quite earnestly so.

[agathokakological]

Crowley stammers a moment, not expecting to be questioned, "Well, ah, you know. The outfit. The... uhm... adventurous disposition?" he giggles. "You didn't answer my question."

Crowley's fingers stop teasing for a moment to fetch the wine, miracling it open with a snap. He fills his glass, taking another big sip before offering it to Aziraphale.

[salutosinedelectat]

Oh. Adventurous. Well, that's a concept. Specially one that's being applied to him, from someone like the demon. Huh. He sits there like that for a second or two, just thinking it over.

He comes back to when it's time to take the bottle and freshen up his drink.

"Well, I...wouldn't know, really." Glass topped off, he sets the bottle back down. "I suppose that's the nature of the thing, isn't it? Not knowing what comes next. Guess we'll just have to wait and see."

[agathokakological]

Crowley's cheeks flush red and he grins, trying to hide his sheepishness with another sip of wine. "Guess we will." he mutters, his free hand sliding around the back of Aziraphale’s chair so that he can sit closer.

"Cheers, angel," he offers, cuddling close, "To whatever comes next."

we can do a small skip ahead, unless there's something else you want to add?

[salutosinedelectat]

The angel's smile is wide, cheeks flushed in a way that can easily be excused by the drinks. The feeling of Crowley's arm moving behind him has him glancing, and adjusting his sitting in a way that just maybe has him sitting a bit closer, definitely touching.

"To a bright future." He raises his glass, reaching out to clink their glasses together.