MASQUERADE, ANYONE?!?!?! (SCHOOL DANCE)

[seishounohana]

"Yes, yes we do," Emily smiled. Not being used to alcohol at all, this girl found herself a little more outgoing. Maybe she should take alcohol much more regularly. This could be the only way she'd even sound normal at all.

"Hmm? You mean funny? We can dance to this if you want."

"Partially... I guess the closest word to it is 'amusing'." She placed the downed glass on the table and smiled. "Dance it is!"

Emily didn't care much now about her dress being clingy. She had a mask on, and a smile. All because of a few hints of alcohol.

Now, she looked over the bartender and saw Ender make another order for... what sounded like another alcoholic drink. Maybe she should ask for one too...? Well if it's allowed anyway. "Apple Cider, Onegai~!" she said cutely hyper-like, raising her hand and waving it madly towards Keith. She was still somewhat sober, and really wouldn't push it if ever the bartender ever denied her the opportunity to get drunk.

Right now, she had this smile, and a happy feeling on her chest. That was all she knew right now.

[Veyugan ~*]

'No shit?'

Veyugan's body turned - staring at the glass that had just been put in front of him. The clouded green liquid seemed to stir within the glass all on its own. As if it were alive. Veyugan's lips cracked into a smile - satisfaction showing notably. How long has it been since he had actually had quality absinthe? Despite the strength of his photographic memory, he couldn't recall. This would be a grand occasion. A momentous occasion. His mind wandered momentarily - trying to picture what kind of hallucinations he could possibly see in this 'trance scene'. The masked figures would definitely make the trip freakier. Anticipation grew, his fingers slightly trembled. The glass was drawn to his lips - and the sweet liquor coated his throat. It was perfect. Thick, but not too thick. Sweet, but not too sweet. Veyugan nodded toward the bartender - telling him to put it on his tab. Whether the bartender acknowledged it, he really didn't care.

His body turned back to the girl as she commented his previous statement. Veyugan's eyes followed hers - bringing the dance scene into view. The chicken song. Veyugan couldn't help but laugh. Seeing the girls in their elegant dresses doing a childish dance made brought it out of him. His eyes remained glued upon the dancers as the girl would finish her drink. Her body would move - attracting Veyugan's attention. A bow?

'Going down so soon, why it's not even the first date!'[/color]

A devious smile would wash against his lips as she thanked him for the drinks, and turned - heading into the crowd of dancers. Something about her walk - now that she could breath and all - made Veyugan's eyes stay glued to her hips. The way the swayed made him want to literally pounce on her. Veyugan's tongue slid across his bottom lip. He could feel something.

Instinct.

Ah, yes. That animalistic instinct began to overcome him. The smirk grew wider as he downed the entire glass of absinthe in a few seconds. His body curved upward - bringing himself to a standing position. The chicken song dance had ended, and a more, upbeat techno song began to play. The rhythm stained his body - the beat vibrating within his core. Veyugan had become the music. Light footsteps carried him forward, his body 'rolling' to the beats. The advance was directly toward the girl in green - the skirt spreading with every step to show Veyugan the backside of her lower leg. Again, his tongue slid across his lip, before he bit down on it ever so lightly.

Veyugan flowed through the crowd - meeting no resistance in his approach toward the girl. His right hand shot up - grabbing hers. He would spin her around quickly - pulling her against his body. His right leg would slide in between hers - allowing their bodies to be that much closer. His hips would match her sway, and intensify it. Veyugan knew how to work his body - his hips in particular. His right hand would trek against her back, coming to rest on her waistline. He would exert a constant force - pushing her hips into his the entire dance. By this time - the left side of his shirt would hang loosely on his shoulder, allowing the top of his abdomen to show, along with his peck and shoulder.

The smirk would remain upon his lips as his eyes attempted to match the girl's stare. As she would look at him, the smirk would grow, as he once more bit lightly on his lip.

[Keith]

"Apple Cider, Onegai~!"

Keith sure was busy serving drink after drink. Luckily, there was alcoholic apple cider in cold storage in the cooler. Quickly, he would grab the bottle of the sweet tasting cider and place it on a dry coaster. Then he would pop the cap off the bottle.

"I'm assuming this is on your tab?" Keith rhetorically asked the person that paid for her first drink. Chances are that the drink would be on his tab.

Hey, the more drinks they order, the better!

He had almost forgot. Quickly, Keith would mix up some Bicardi 151 Rum and Wild Turkey Bourbon Whiskey. Mixing it together, there was the 252 and Keith would place it on a coaster for that man.

[Mitsuki Park]

What the--

Next thing she knew, she body was pressed against someone elses, a slight frown on her face as her little bubble was being invaded by someone she didn't kno-- Oh? Well, if this isn't a 'familiar' face.. Nice smirk, Abby. Hands automatically moved around his neck as she was slightly new to this...type of dancing, matching his sway and hip movements. There was a name for this type of dance.. What do people call this...? Oh, right, right. Grinding? Is this what that was? Lips parted as she took a sharp breath, slowly getting the feel of what she was supposed to do. It was odd for her though, as no one really was ever this close to her. Well...there was, but they all pulled away after a second - except that one time with Ghiste - and it seemed like he wouldn't be letting her go anytime soon.

Eyes directed upon his as her own little smirk appeared on her face. She wasn't so much the touchy-touchy person, but they say if you hug a girl for twenty consecutive seconds, she'll be more "comfortable" around that person. And what they were doing? Eh, close enough. She still - she knew - wasn't a physical person in general, so she tried to brush off the feeling of being slightly in discomfort.

Her breathing turned a bit more harsh as the beat picked up. Left hand played with a strand of his hair during the dance, trying to keep a bit of focus and her wits in this dance.[/color]

[Eurydice Sudeki]

((OCC: *Sniffles* I feel lonely... Hmm, I guess I just might not stay much longer... but meh here goes nothing))

*Sighs*

I really could be doing something else then just sitting around and waiting, couldn't I?.. Maybe I should just call him and tell him nevermind...

Eury's mind wandered in places as it usually did, when she had the time to think. Should she continue to stay and watch those around her mingle with one another and have a good time, or should she just go? That was becoming the question of the night for her. Maybe she would just go to another part of the ship; that wouldn't be a bad idea. The smile that she originally had on when she first came in, faded slightly as she lifted her red, black and gold feathered mask off a bit- letting it rest on top of her head.

Those crystal blues scanned the room once more, watching everyone enjoy themselves. It would make the night go by faster if she actually new people there; but alas she hadn't recognized anyone as of yet. And she still hadn't noticed Angel's arrival. Another small sigh escaped the beauty's lips as she took another sip of her soda, then placed her head down.

I think I'll just go sit somewhere..Yeah...

Leaning off the bar she made her way through the crowd her head still low, until she bumped into a couple that was dancing. The guy seemingly much bigger than the girl; Eury turned around to the blue haired male - a small glisten of sadness within her crystal orbs as she softly apologize.

"Sorry about that..."

With that she turned back around and found her way to one of the tables and sat down. Meanwhile Angel was just starting to have a good time on the dance floor. Her sculpted body swayed side to side to the beat, as her black hair flowed suit. Yea she was gonna attract someone's attention sooner or later.

[Veyugan ~*]

Veyugan's eyes glared into the girls - the smirk retained - lip still positioned between the rows of teeth. Her arms wrapped around his neck as they inched even closer. Veyugan's mentality had slightly changed with the rush of adrenaline and the oncoming of the animalistic instinct. The eyes most likely reflected this state of being - the smirk only intensifying it. The girl was pushed closer into Veyugan with the help of his right hand. Curious, Veyugan wanted to see how the girl would react to this. There was a slight hint in her breathing pattern that seemed to say she wasn't fully comfortable. Like Veyugan had said - he wanted to get to know that profile of hers. Not only that - but see how far he could push it.

Their hips pressed together quite firmly as Veyugan slightly changed his sway. His hips now moved in another dimension, rocking not only back and forth but - back forward and backward. To be honest - it was almost like having dry sex. Everytime his hips would rock forward, his right hand would apply more pressure against the back of her hips. The effect? Pressure from both the front and back - her hips being squeezed into Veyugan's.

His left hand - his free arm - traced up the side of her body from the hip. His fingers grazed against the outside of her dress, the back of her shoulder, up her neck, and into her hair. Veyugan slightly pushed her head forward, his left cheek pressing against her left cheek. However, he wouldn't feel any skin - thanks to his mask. A slight 'Heh' would be muttered as his teeth closed lightly upon the tip of her ear - gnawing slightly. Veyugan knew the ear was a very ... sensitive and very sensual place. Veyugan could picture that - this girl was feeling pretty damn good right about now. Well, that's what he was going for. However, she might feel very uncomfortable - if she hasn't gotten used to it yet.

[Mr. Kaar]

And thus, he arrived on scene, after putting on his mask. A green dragon face of chinese make. It didn't have a long mouth or anything, but from looking straight on, one mite think that. His attire spoke beurocrat... Right, anyways he made his elegent way through the crowed, though, if anyone knew the way Leon walked... It would be an easy spot and deffinitly pin point him as anything, BUT a beurocrat. A smile grew from under his 'scary' mask.

Thats when he spotted the certain movement of one of the people there... He loved it when things worked out that way. Making his way to the table where she sat he would stop infront of her (Or to the side) and put his right hand out with his left against his beck behind him. His posture would be straight and formal.

"May I dance with you?"

((OoC: Of course this is to Eurydice))

[Mitsuki Park]

Well, this was certainly...um...exotic? Whatever the word was, she noticed the difference in his sway, causing her to temporarily freeze. What was this...? Teeth clenched together as she took another sharp breath, slightly shivering while his hand crawled up her body. Head was pushed toward his, cheek against his mask... She bit down on her lower lip, eyes widening as she felt his teeth against her ear... Arms instinctively moved, hands grasping his shoulder, literally about to do something she would really never do...

Until a girl bumped into him, and her wits came back. Taking a deeper breath, she pulled away from him, fanning herself with her hand as she turned to face Abby with a light smirk. Oh, so close... With a wink, she moved flexibly through the crowds of people, who were dancing so close to each other it could've looked like a huge orgy. Stepping up on the stairs, she would check to see if 'Abby' was following along - just a quick glance - before giving a sly smile and moving toward the upper deck, to get some fresh air, and to get out of this heat.

Out on the desk, a gust of wind hit her, causing her hair and dress to flow gracefully behind her as she reached the ramp, leaning against it, right hand moving to her right ear, playing with her lobe, while her left hung off the ramp.

...Abby, Abby, wherefore art thou..?[/color]

[Veyugan ~*]

Veyugan felt a difference. She froze - shaking slightly as he made his 'sexual attacks' on her. She was taking the bait - it seemed. Veyugan's head pulled from her ear - his eyes staring into hers. The smirk returned, with an almost sadistic aura coming from him. Her arms moved - hands wrapping around his shoulders. She tensed - about to make a move. However, Veyugan wouldn't be able to tell what would happen - as someone bumped into him. The animal inside him paid no real attention to the person - his eyes were locked on his current interest. Veyugan bit on his lower lip once more. She was fanning herself. Ahh. He had gotten her a little warm. Seeing that one motion wanted him to see what she would have done to him. His mind brought up .. a kiss? It would have been one hell of a kiss.

A wink.

So, she was interested - or so it seemed. Hell, she might be playing Veyugan. If she was, she'd better watch herself. He had his ways of turning playing into lusting. There were certain points on the body he was aware of - that could turn any tease into desperation.

She began to pull away from him and into the crowd. Veyugan watched - giving her a little headstart toward her destination. When she reached the stairs - he came after her. His body more so flowed inbetween the people on the dance floor - not really interrupting anything. She glanced down at him - showing a smirk of her own as she turned and headed up onto the top deck. Veyugan's smirk grew wide - the whites of his teeth clearly visible. As he moved up the stairs - his shirt was lifted from his body - over his head and clasped in his right hand. He erupted through the door - coming into view of his nightly-interest. The shirt was thrown to his right - falling to the floor. His advance was straight forward - hips slightly rolling with his walk. Shit, he was still in the dancing mood.

"Heh. Where do you think you're going?"

Veyugan came up the her - wrapping his arms around her stomach - lifting her up, and turning. He walked a few steps to the smoke stack of the ship. It was warm to the touch - soothing, but not at all hot. Also, it wasn't straight up and down. It slanted downward - creating a perfect angle to lean against. He laid the girl against it lightly, his hips once more pressing into hers. His back arched, his upper body coming a little away from her. His eyes stared into hers as his chest heaved. The curving of his back made his abdomen flex - abs protruding outward. If she felt his abdomen - it would be like touching steel.

"So tell me ... What were you about to do down there?"[/b]

["Unfettered"]

"Thrush"? "Jonathan"? Who're They?

"Spezi??!?!?"

'Gotcha!'

Apparently, his 'plan' was working. Slowly, he grinned to himself, his face bowed over. Familiar? Oh hell, it should be. Quickly, his eyes shot a glance over at the girl. Mask pulled up. Calamity---No. Jenna. A grin, as he looked back over, as if that didn't even happen. Kind of a fun game of cat and mouse. My. Miss Scorn, certainly looked won-der-ful tonight. But she'd given the game away, much too quickly, much too fast.

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Masquerade, masquerade.

They had on these masks like a dancing parade.
Do I know you, and are you my lover?
Or should I guess wrong and believe you above her?

Oooh.

Masquerade, masquerade.

With fools dancing like fools in a sensual charade.
Grip the hips, bite the ear, enticing lips, grind the rear.

Masquerade, masquerade.

Dancing sex-orgy on display.
What of father? What of mother?
Don't tell sister you kissed your brother!

Masquerade! Masquerade!

Perverse actions ricocheted!
Experimentation and groping the physical,
Your dirty times spent ever so whimsical!

MASQUERADE!

MASQUERADE!---

...Masquerade.

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Absentmindedly, he pushed his mask up to his, pressing it towards himself. Was it comfortable? Well, it wasn't as irritating (he hadn't gotten as overtly sweaty as he would've liked), and he still had yet to follow in the dance. Draining the spezi with a touch of delight, he sighed. Eh. Carbonation? He'd deal with it later. For now? Well, granted, he was overdue. Whirling around, his eye traveled about the bar, watching the girl in the green corset talk with the guy in blue. A slight thing went through his mind, but only smiled.

Bitterly.

But a smile nonetheless. Hoping. Hoping that it was not who he thought it was. Hoping. Hoping that this was not a night that he would rue to have come to. But always hoping. And therefore.. he could not stop smiling a simple, odd though it may be, sincere smile. Even as she walked away with him. And now, thats the tricky plot, isn't it? There was Calamity here, talking with some dude. The suspicious, and might I add, rather attractive female in green waltzing away into the dances. And then of course, the dancers themselves, pulling themselves into their own frenzied dance-orgies, or actually trying to dance and have a good time. Included around there was a.. rather nice looking girl with hair waving about.---Jesus Christ.

A grin.

Over there, dancing seemingly by herself, was a girl in long black hair, waving about. White sheer shirt. Covering black shirt. Knee high boots? All going along with a rather.. matching black mask. Ooh. We have ourselves here a sure-fire winner. Lingering feelings melted away. Aye. Tonight was a night to have fun. There were no tie-downs, tonight. There was no past, no future. Only the deteriorating morales of living in the here and now. Taking at the example of the blue boy, he loosened up his collar and threw away his tie, as he stood up. Briskness, beat in every step. Who was the shy Jonathan Winters who never would've given a girl the time of day? Who was the "Thrush" who ravaged and fought with anything and anyone, despite all odds? Who was the boy who's heart was stolen by a catastrophe who needed him most? ..Who was the boy who let himself get caged, and loved his...

No one that he knew of.

That's right. I'm "Unfettered". Thats what I am now. What I've always wanted to be.

Look it up. Learn something. May be worth your time, once in a while.

Techno beat. Love drum. Feel the rhythm running down. Whatever chances, whatever lingering feelings he had for whomever, whatever? All gone in the night, for tonight. He knew what he was doing without the plan. Not assertive enough? Not confident enough? Too passionate? To crazy? Legs drummed with the beat. Hips swayed with the flow. Arms easily went into the air, like diving into clouds, and mingled about, dancing his way through. A strange smile on his face. Of what? Determination. God had given him long, strong legs and arms. A rather nice body. Why wasn't he using it? ...Just for the occasion, of course.

Body temperature rising. Tonight then... shall we let sin reign? Hmm... Captain? ...So be it.

Loosening up the buttons on himself. Getting ready for some play. A little bit of the touch he'd been missing out on for almost a good seventeen years. Tuxedo opened up? Check. White collared shirt, loosened? Check. A hardened body from constant 'disciplining', ranging from years back? Check. Rhythm? HÖLLE JA. Only need one eye to see that before him was possibly that 'something' he'd been waiting for. That smile never left his face, as he moseyed to her. Finally, towards this girl. Bodies swaying. Arms going about. He leaned his head back slightly in a backwards nod to beckon her to him. ..And maybe him to her. Something whirring in his mind, something suddenly... different.

...Tonight?

He was cool.

Literally.

[Eurydice Sudeki]

((OOC: Thanks Mitsuki for realizing I bumped into you guys... ^^))

Eury sat there for a moment or two, swirling her Pepsi around within her cup before taking a sip. Her mask was still off until she finally decided to pull it back down, covering those facical features of hers. Slowly but surely she was getting a bit restless, that urge to actually want to dance creeping up within her. Crystal blues orbs closed for a moment, as a figure approached her - soon followed by an oh so familiar voice.

"May I dance with you?"

Her eyes fluttered open as she quickly turned to the voice. A small gasp escaped her lips seeing his mask. She wasn't scared of it, but it did catch the beauty off guard. A smirk crossed her lips as she placed her hand in his and spoke.

"How fitting for you."

Standing up she leaned into him, her lips pressing against his for a moment or two.

"You look good, but you're late mister..."

She chuckled lightly as she nudged his shoulder with her free hand.

********Meanwhile[/u]*********

A giggle fell out of Angel's lips as her toned, matured and well trained body swayed to the beat of the music. Those long black locks every know and again going over her face due to her occasional spinning around. Due to the slit on both sides of her skirt, the skin of her legs showed. Yes indeed she was that type of women to 'entice' and 'attract' attention if she wanted it of course. That black laced mask sitting gently upon her face, the lights, the music - the environment as a whole practically made her forget about Eurydice. Or did it?

Mental note: Have some more fun, then eventually find E. Ok, set!

Hips rolled as she showed what she was possibly capable of, though she stopped in mid roll when her blue orbs caught sight of a male. Angel's head cocked to the right, blue orbs blinked a few times behind the mask; a small sound seeping through her closed lips as she looked at him.

"Hmm?"[/color]

Was that a 'come here' gesture? Is he trying to entice me?[/color]

A devilish smirk formed upon her light cherry color lips, as she stood up straight and just swayed her hips side to side. Even Angel had to admit that he was good looking indeed. Her lips parted as a soft yet seductive tone escaped speaking loud enough for his ears. Though the seductive tone in her voice is only natural to her.

"Heh.. You should know that cats don't come when they're called..."[/color]

And she left him with that, a wink and her body still swaying.

Hmm...Angel truly doesn't care that much about age sometimes.

[Jenna Scorn]

Her eyes lingered on that masked man for a long moment, and yes, he had noticed her as well. Tilting her head to the side, swallowing but soon letting her eyes fall back to the counter.

"You done, or you need another round so you can party right?"

Silent.

A few curled strands of pink fell down her back, and she'd look up towards Kevin. Those blue eyes finding his own orbs before nodding.

"Maybe just a few more."

Letting those dainty fingers curl against the fabric of her kimono, now, straightening it to her liking. Crossing one leg over the other as she'd lean forward, to rest her elbows against the counter top.

"So, you a regular at 259?"

["Unfettered"]

Cat? Mouse?

"Hmm?"

Certainly a site to behold. Right at this matter, age didn't matter. What did she look like? A senior? Older? Aye. She was quickly leading up into her prime.

"Heh.. You should know that cats don't come when they're called..."

Smile. We've got ourselves a feisty one here. And he'd fallen into her trap, the moment he approached her. But challenge was set, and he wouldn't back down. Hips were swaying. Not afraid at all to show that he had a body. Anonymous had empowered him. Time to see what German engineering was worth.

"Ach wirklich?" came the subtle-like whisper, loud enough to make the accent heard. "You are ze cat... doz zat make me ze mouse...?" Body coming closer to her, closing in. "Vell Mein kleiner Schwarz ist gestiegen," A grin. Left hand shooting out to grab her own, starting to move along with her. She'd given him the chance to watch her for a good few minutes. He was already catching onto her rhythm.

"..Doesn't ze cat... play with ze mouse?"

Challenge issued.

Already grabbed onto her, and started to move with her rhythm, but he hadn't really started dancing yet. Was he a grinder? Was he a smooth-goer? Was he just some bum who was trying to get lucky? She could easily push him away at this point, perhaps tease him, or instead, actually just dance with him. But somehow, despite all impossibility, he maintained. A plan? He kept his only eye on her throughout, trying to see if she'd look back at him. Never a cocky smile, just one that was ordinarily pleasant, but the movements were getting closer and closer to being in-sync with her own, and the music.

The heat.

Your turn, 'Cat'.

[Eurydice Sudeki]

German?..Hmm, now I wish I took that assignment to Germany so long ago... ah well..[/color]

His body had drawn closer and closer to Angel's, but she still didn't lose the rhythm in her hips. She heard both of his cat and mouse comments and couldn't help but to chuckle a bit. Her hand was now in his had he begun to sort of dance with her. It had been some time since Angel had some real fun. For some time it's been work, work, work.. with an exceptional, occasional 'play time' as she would call it. 'Play time' was when anything and everything goes in the book of Angel. And well, let's just say she was now commencing 'play time'.

"Meow"[/color]

Cherry flavored lips returned his smile as she herself moved in closer to him, leaving only half a step between them. Her hand still in his, all the way not realizing the fact that if this went anything beyond what it was right now - could we say someone was gonna in handcuffs? Well techincally he could be him, considering Angel is a bit kinky like that at times- but that's beside the point!. She could possibly end up in jail, IF[/b] someone said something about it. But alas it was 'play time' so yea, you get the drift.

Another smile appeared on her lips, as she spun around within the grasp of his hand.

Challenge excepted back.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon dropped from his straight posture to his regular one, as he had been discovered, which he knew would be all too easy once he spoke. He accepted her lips and smiled, and gave a cheesy smile when she said he was late. Grasped in his hand that was still held behind him was a little box containing something special. He would pull her out to dance floor still holding her hand. He would look into her crystal clear light blue eyes, and speak to her quietly.

"There is something I need to ask you properly before we dance."

He kept hold of her hand, dropped slowly to one knee and pulled the box from around his back. He would bring it up towards her, and keep eye contact as much as possible. He would then begin the ritual.

"Eurydice Stone?" He would quietly wait for her to answer, as was usual tradition, also because... Leon Sudeki was nervouse! But once she answered he would continue. "Will you marry me?"

And with that he would open the case to reviel the engagement ring. Nothing really fancy considering Leon's income, but it was the best he could do.