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EVENT: A VERY NICE BALL.

EVENT: A VERY NICE BALL. | |
![]() Take a look around, and soak in the sights. The ornately carved ceiling of the ballroom has been obscured for the evening with tasteful black draping dotted with the gentle glow of strung lights. It lends a twilight quality to the evening, enhanced by the soft flicker of tea lights placed at the center of each table on the east side of the ballroom and the sconces hung on the wall throughout. Each table, too, features a soft cream tablecloth and a bounty of autumnal florals, perfectly arranged to match the golden chairs surrounding. There's plenty of seating for all, and no assignments — feel free to claim a table for you and yours, and free your hands of anything you may not wish to carry. The slow fade of music from the stage signals attention to a single woman illuminated by spotlight, whose silhouette should look familiar to anyone who's spent time in the city. With a small, tired smile, Mayor Drake welcomes you and yours to the city's annual Samhain Celebration Ball; her speech is short, but touches on the importance of the holiday, from the appreciation of the harvest to the welcoming of the new year, and reminds both natives and visitors alike to take time in the coming months to cherish their blessings — including this most immediate one, the promised Samhain feast. ![]() Once you've settled around a table, the ballroom welcomes you to chat with strangers and friends alike, encouraging conversation with soft instrumental music and the quiet, pleasant generosity of passing waiters carrying flutes of happily bubbling champagne. A little liquid courage never hurt anyone, after all. Dinner is an affair in itself, plated and served by hushed but skilled waiters whose capable hands whisk courses in and out with no more than a smile. No matter your dietary preferences or needs, there's an appetizer, entree, and everything in between available for you — simply raise a hand, and a member of the waitstaff will be at your side to assist in taking your order when you're ready. Linger as long as you like at the table; there's no rush to leave, but when you're ready, let the swells of the music from the stage entice you to the west side of the ballroom, where a dance floor's lit by the warm glow of so many twinkling lights overhead. ![]() The music itself goes on through the wee hours of the evening, so there's plenty of opportunities to fill your dance card with any number of partners. The songs themselves vary from gentle waltzes perfect for cheek-to-cheek swaying to faster rhythms suited for swing dancing's signature dips and twirls, and requests are always welcome if you've something particular in mind. There's even a microphone tucked to the side, just in case you feel the urge to croon with accompaniment to someone special as the night goes on. Of course, if you don't feel like dancing, or just need to rest your feet, there's plenty of entertainment tucked in the hall. In a small room just off the ballroom, you might find a collection of old-fashioned photobooth machines, ordered on accident and set here where they won't clash with the rest of the decor. They're operational, of course, and free of charge; feel free to take a few silly photos, but be sure to wait for them to print. There's the gardens, too, equally decorated with twinkling lights, though the effect is muted by the moonlight that trickles through the canopy overhead; the adjoining hedge maze and walking paths have often been a perfect site for quiet walks and romantic interludes in years past. While a perfect world might allow such a charmed evening to last forever, unfortunately all good things must come to an end, and as the late hour of the evening gives way to the promise of dawn, a familiar tune is played to signal the end of the event. As the lyrics go, you don't have to go home... but you can't stay here. Time to make your way to the exit, and see where else the night takes you. Whew, talk about words. Should you need a recap: be pretty, because this is a fancy event. Bring a friend or come stag, whatever you choose; eat, drink, dance (or don't) and be merry, for this is an event without any dramatic accidental consequences. Well, except the sprinklers... and maybe your own excessive consumption of champange, but that's up to you! |
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barely a minute later he's exiting the booth and shaking his head as the telltale sounds of a bruno mars song emanate from buffy's mouth. he crosses his arms as he goes to stand next to her.]
Do you always sneak up on innocent partygoers?
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Mm, no. Just the really cute ones.
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[because from his take, there seems to be a whole lot of particularly attractive people about in full force and tonight is no exception to that. another couple of seconds of standing around and the machine spits out the picture. he reaches for it and holds it out for buffy to examine.]
Not too bad. What do you think?
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[ But he's really not wrong about all the gorgeous people. The city had some mighty fine taste in might fine looking citizens. And all of them seemed to look like they were born in formal wear.
She took the picture and stifled a giggle. ]
I think the last one is a winner, and not just because I'm in it. You make startled really work for you.
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[he raises an eyebrow at her. it's tempting to just rip the thing to shreds, but she seems to really be amused by it. best make nice on this one.]
You should keep it. It'll be the only time you manage to sneak up on me because from here on out I'm making it my mission to return the favor.
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[ She would have been a little heartbroken if he had ripped it to shreds. Instead she broke into a wide grin and bounced just a little in her heels. ]
Thanks, Robbie! I am definitely gonna treasure it. I mean, you were my first for a lot of things in this city. [ But the smile soon faded as he started to threaten payback. ] Oh no, you do not sneak up on a slayer. If you're planning on starting this war you better be prepared to lose.
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[he's not joking. not one bit. this means war, buffy.]
I'm pretty sneaky. Remember you're not the only one who's familiar with things that go bump in the night.
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[ don't worry, she's already making mental notes because game on. ]
Uh-huh. You keep telling yourself that. Oh, I know that. But I'm still going to win.
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[though, does 21st century spanish really resemble that spoken by a vaquero from the wild wild west. robbie makes a mental note to suggest the will smith song to buffy. it's about damn time she annoy someone else with an ear worm.]
Them's fighting words. I hope you're ready to lose.
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[ he really does love her annoying him with that song. she has no idea if the spanish will match but at least she can try. her vocabulary right now is about ten words none of which make a sentence. ]
So what are we playing for? Besides bragging rights.
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[if she presses, he'll make mention that the most important are the swear words. never know when someone's talking shit. it's a valid concern and common occurrence as far as he's seen.]
Drinks on the loser?
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[ Or just start laughing, because it's probably more Vasquez that needs to brace himself. However she is all for learning the swear words in any language. ]
Sure, but I hope you're ready to be broke.
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[like every other spanish speaker in this city.]
Just you wait Buffy. Just you wait.