Let's Have a Party!

[runs_on_batteries]

Who: Everyone!
What: Throwing a party
Where: Gym carriage
When: Early Evening- early morning, Apple 28

It was three days after the incident with the train and right at two weeks since they'd been allowed to get off this train and roam a new world. Sure somewhere in there, they'd had a brief reprieve involving a new platform and mess of newcomers, but that had hardly counted as a break from the train. So, the point was, they needed a chance to blow off some steam. What better way than organize a party and roll out the last of his ale to share?

He'd recruited Sarai and Maglor to play their harps and/ or sing for music; Ignis, Ash and Evie to make hors d'oeuvres, Dread and Peter to bring in some chairs; and rigged a lamp and some cloth to make a disco ball-like display in the room (which he made Peter to promise not to touch).

Now he just had to get the guests on the dance floor... to harp music? He misses 'regular' music. Sigh.

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[runs_on_batteries]

It was really sort of breaking his heart that Ash thought so little of herself. He didn't believe for a moment that she had no interesting or great stories to share. They had to be! Who else got to learn about an ass kicking Easter bunny? That alone made for an interesting story.

"My darling, those are the best kind of stories. No one wants to hear about perfect endings and strolls through the park. It's when there's real adversity and tough decisions and the loveliest of bunnies taking on the world that are the best ones."

He brought her close before giving her another spin. "Does it bother you when I call you 'Bunny'?" Normally he wouldn't care, but he actually liked Ash and didn't want to offend her.

[bombashbunny]

She shook her head as he said that those kinds of stories were the best. They may make for interesting campfire stories, but she knew plenty of people who only wanted stories of heroics and happier than not endings. She was just a person doing the best she could in the worlds she's lived in.

"I know plenty of people who would disagree." It wasn't an argument, more of a playful poke. "Most of my life I was little more than a guard or gun for hire, there really is very few epic moments in my life. All of the excitement is reserved for the Warriors of Light and their adventurer friends." Ash knew she was nothing special.

When he started the question she had a slight concern that it was something a bit more serious, but when it was just that she was just slightly amused as she spun. "The guys at Skysteel always called me their grease bunny. I was always fond of it." She must have been literally the only Viis in Foundation. She was definitely a little bit of a spectacle there. "It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I've been called far worse things. It's nice to be given a name that isn't some title for once."

Some part of her liked being here and having no expectations put upon her. She didn't have to return to work, she didn't have to look for contracts. She was just here. The engine failing was scary, but she hadn't been expected to fix it like she would have an air ship. "It's a little nice to be here and not have the weight of expectation bearing down on my shoulders the way it did in Eorzea and Norvrandt." She said it as if it were a secret she were confiding.

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony smiled at her push back. He wouldn't expect anything less from her, Ash was good at speaking her mind. For someone else, he'd argue further, but he trusted she got his point. And really, this night wasn't about that. It was about fun and relaxing. However, the other part about not having any epic moments bothered him.

"What you may see as routine would be new to me." He disagreed. She was someone very special.

"Grease bunny?" He asked and laughed. "We call mechanics in our world 'grease monkeys'. That's amusing both our worlds came up with something so similar." He wondered if they also used that saying and had adjusted it since she was a bunny or if it was something they believed they'd dreamed up entirely for her. "And what about your title of being the prettiest dancer on the floor? You can't foget that one. We should get you a tiara and everything for it."

He nodded, finding that perspective understandable, but he was having trouble relaxing. While they were on the train, there wasn't a whole lot going on but the mission had left him curious what lies ahead. So it was hard to let down his guard- especially when if he did relax, his nightmares might come back. Still, this was Ash's feelings on the matter and not his. "It is nice, sweetheart. We should make the most of it as long as we're here. And look at us now? We're doing something completely unproductive."

[bombashbunny]

It was apparently that Tony wouldn't be letting this go. It amused Ash a little, though mostly she'd never really been given the attention before. Very few people asked her for stories, more just asked her to fix things or slay things or gather intelligence. She found nothing about herself impressive, but her job really did pale in comparison to those of the Warriors.

He may have just convinced her, though for another time. "That may be. Buy me a drink sometime, I'll tell you a story or two." She gave him a wink. She couldn't give away all her secrets in one dance - she liked spending time with him and this was a good excuse to spend time with him.

Her expression lit up to amusement as Tony explained that they were grease monkeys in his world. "Why monkeys? That's..." She smiled and shook her head. "That's funny. I just always ended up the most covered in grease when working." It wasn't because they didn't work, she just tended to be the one to solve the more difficult issues. Those also tended to be the messiest ones. She shook her head vehemently as called her the prettiest dancer on the floor. "Oh, no, no, no. I by far am not and I am no princess." Almost an afterthought: "Besides, a tiara would look weird with the ears."

She didn't fully agree with that statement. "I wouldn't call getting to know each other a bit better unproductive. We have to live together now. I can't say I'd be comfortable with a stranger sleeping below me." That wasn't entirely true - she was used to being among strangers. She was an adventurer, after all. "But if this is how I spend my down time I can't say I'm disappointed. There's always more time to work, but never enough time to play."

[runs_on_batteries]

"It's a date." He'd be happy to exchange drinks for a story or three. While he didn't have access to alcohol currently, he was sure it wouldn't take him too much longer to figure it out.

He was glad she was equally amused with his world's wording choice. "Haven't the slightest idea. Well, from one grease monkey to a grease bunny, I've found dish soap works and petroluem jelly." It wasn't the prettiest solution, but it did seem to help. He shook his head as she argued against his claim that she was the prettiest on the dance floor, but the remark about the tiara did have him laughing. "Alright, alright. Second best. You're right. I am quite beautiful." He knew that would get a laugh or two.

For all of his good points, he had to admit she had him on that one. "I might have to concede this point.. although, I'm not completely uncomfortable with the idea of someone sleeping underneath me." He gave her a wink, but then laughed. "I haven't had someone in a bunk below mine since college." Which, he wasn't going to do the math and find out just how long ago that was. No one needed to know that, especially him.