It's like paradise, spread out with a butter knife :: [OPEN]

[bonhomme7h.livejournal.com]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Réjean has decided that more people ought to celebrate and help raise a bit of dosh for one of his favourite bars. See: flyer.
Where: The Apache.
When: Misdi night and into the wee hours of the morning.
Warnings: Discussion of Pickman's manky feet.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Tonight, the bar is packed with people from all across the city, different cantons and cohorts, all out to celebrate surviving the fungal plague. Patrons are encouraged to buy tickets for a door prize with the proceeds going to repair the damage tunnelling ants made to the cellar.

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[cerebric.livejournal.com]

"I liked it," he points out, but Charles isn't too attached to the song and would rather take in the new experiences and people rather than stubbornly hang on to something trivial. He watches with both patience and curiosity as Ilde changes the song. Tilting his head as the song begins to play, Charles listens carefully.

"For such an upbeat tune, the words are a little sad. Is this song one you dance to?"

[rhinemaid]

"To this? Slower, but- sure." It's a quick break from too energetic, and the sweetly-creepy tone of the artists' work in general appeals to her.

[cerebric.livejournal.com]

This song is one Charles is more familiar with. He doesn't know it exactly of course, but the overall feel is something he's heard before. It's strange to think that his first inclination was to judge this as something before his time.

He holds out a hand, arm wide in both sweeping invitation and as a means to separate them should the young woman prefer her personal space. "I'm afraid I'm still a bit lost. Would you be so kind as to show me?"

[rhinemaid]

Ilde gurgles a laugh - it's a strange sound the first time you hear it, not a human sound - and puts her hand in his to draw him out onto the dance floor without pausing to hesitate over it. She's been trying to convince people to dance with her all evening, and she's perfectly happy to demonstrate as much.

"Like this," she says, and personal space is shortly going to be a thing of the past, Charles, FYI.

[cerebric.livejournal.com]

Charles is happy to dance and he easily follows Ilde, giving her hand a light squeeze. He allows her to lead as she demonstrates and his mind files away both the laugh and the dance steps.

She's clearly not human, but what exactly Charles isn't sure, though he wants to find out. "Apologies in advance should I step on your feet." He doesn't expect to at all.