And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*glares at all of you*

If you're expecting a happy, shiny hostess, you're all out of your goddamn minds. Bar is in the back. Pool table's to your left. Jukebox is to the right. And if any of you pull anything, I swear I'll shove the closest weapon so far up your ass, you'll think you swallowed an armory.

Like you're not all dead already anyway.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*heads off with gun in hand to watch the door for suspicious characters gunning for my son*

Comments

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

(OOC: I'm loving it!)

*raises an eyebrow* It's not that hard. Find the rhythm of the music, follow the beat, and move as your spirit dictates.

Of course, some forms of dancing are best performed away from public view.

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*another devilishly charming smile* That sounds like a good time to me. *stands, holds out hand* A dance, then?

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

That would be lovely. *stands*

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*pager goes off*

Oh damn. A 419 at the Tangiers... *smiles apologetically*

Duty calls, Lancelot. Will you be here tomorrow?

(OOC: I have to go--need to get some sleep. Will you be on tomorrow?)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I'll be here any time you need me. *leans in* Just say the word.

(OOC: Yep. Will be on the computer aaaall weekend, lol. See you!)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

It's truly ironic I should meet a gentleman, and have it interrupted by work. I'm gutting my supervisor. This was my night off. *sighs* I'll be back when I can.

(OOC: Okay! I'll be on once I get up and have had caffeine.)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I have been called many things; gentleman is not usually one of them. I'm flattered. I will talk to you later, Sara.

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*sits around, twiddles thumbs* Damn. Where's Gawain? I have half a mind to throw knives with him.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*looks around, spots Lancelot*

Hello again. Mind if I join you? *smiles*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

Of course I don't mind. *makes room on the couch with a grin*

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*sits down with a groan*

I never want to process another scene again. *grins* I threw enough nasty glares at my supervisor to guilt him into letting me leave.

How was the party after I left?

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

Rather empty. Meaningless. There was a pirate, but he left. It was nothing without you.

(OOC: *gags*)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

(OOC: bwahahahaha! he really wants to get laid)

That's one of the better pick-up lines I have heard. Kudos. *grins*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I try. But it's true. The lights dimmed when you left.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*eyes narrow suspiciously* The pirate probably stole the cords leading to the power supply. But keep trying. :D

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

*wry smile* Oh, you're good.

(OOC: Must eat lunch. Will only take a little bit.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

That's why they pay me the big bucks. *smirks*

(OOC: Good idea, actually. Be back in a bit.)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I'm sure your skills are well worth every penny they pay you. Your charm and beauty are extra.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

You find me beautiful? *is genuinely surprised*

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

Of course! *also surprised*

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*smiles slightly* It's odd...I honestly can't remember the last time I was called beautiful.

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I could say it as many times as there are stars in the sky.

(OOC: This is so fun.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

No one could ever say it that much. But it's a nice thought. *stands up*

Would you like that dance now?

(OOC: Yes it is. I'm tempted to write this up as a story. *grins*)

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

Dancing sounds...good. Now, remember I'm new at this.

(OOC: Oh, DO it! I would, but I know next to nothing about CSI, lol.)

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*smiles* It's not that difficult. Pretend there's no one else in this room, if that'll help.

*places his right arm around her waist and holds his left hand* Now . . . just . . . move with the music.

(OOC: Okay! I'll probably set it in like a dream landscape--it would be the only way these two would meet. A lovely dream for them to cherish during the dark times of their lives. :) )