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]

Wow. Just.. wow. Peter acted this way sometimes when they talked about dating too. What was it with kids these days? He didn't understand. He might have been Peter's age when he graduated college, but he was already interested in girls by then.

Tony looks at the other man, very obviously confused by what's going on. "Why not? What are you being so anal retentive about?"

[siriusly]

"It's not being...anal!" he protests, nose crinkling. "Does everyone on your planet dance or something?"

[runs_on_batteries]

"The fun ones, yes. It's how you enjoy a party and get ladies- or men- to go home with you afterward. That and alcohol. I used to be notorious for partying in my world, so I do admit I don't understand your reluctance at all. Are you worried you'll look foolish? Think you'll accidentally fall into a relationship? What's the deal here? Peter usually acts the same way but now he's all head over heels for Gwen." Hint hint.

"And might I point out, there are a number of attractive young women on board who might enjoy some company? Not physically, necessarily but companion-wise. For instance, have you met Lightning over there? Or Ash?" Tony sort of wondered if the carpet matched the drapes (or the ears) on his roommate. "So, stop getting all squeaky and just help me out here."

[siriusly]

Manabu pinches the bridge of his nose, muffling his annoyance and obscuring his embarrassment. This really is like being back with Sirius Platoon -- David used to egg him on like this all the time!

"I'd rather not," he utters, grimacing as he realizes he's glancing where Tony gestures and huffs, looking down.

"I don't dance. I don't want to dance. It's not fun, okay?"

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony looks at Manabu and sees the young man is dead serious about this. It didn't make the slightest bit of sense to Tony, but then again he'd never known shyness a day in his life. Perhaps, that's what this was? He didn't know.

"Suit yourself."

So he tosses back his ale in his glass and goes over to Ash to dance.