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Post by Low Key on Sept 9, 2014 16:05:58 GMT -5
Again with the sneaking up thing. Low Key jumped visibly as Claire once more materialized right next to him. How did she keep doing that? The one thing he could solace in was that it was a pleasant surprise. He laughed nervously at the teasing and blushed slightly, wondering exactly how much she was enjoying playing with him. On an unrelated note, his turtleneck was suddenly feeling very tight. Using his hoof to stretch out the collar, he stammers, "Oh! Uh, um, hi, Claire! I-I'm sorry, I j-just don't know how to dance, i-is all! Also, I don't really have any pony to dance with." In spite of how nervous Low Key was, he did his best to remain subtle and silently hoped that Claire would take the bait. Or he could just always buck up and just ask her, but... she was just so high above him.(( That song was playing through my head as I was typing this XD )) |
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 9, 2014 20:40:51 GMT -5
Claire glanced back on the dance floor. It was a bit emptier now, with ponies taking places by the sides or by the snack bar to have amble, meaningless conversations. The music wasn't as horribly bass heavy as it was when Claire started the party, but it still had a rather firm rhythm. The kind of rhythm that you felt in your soul, Claire's mother would say.
Claire looked around innocently. "Goodness, that will never do! If only there were SOME pretty mare you could dance with." She smiled mischievously, still not meeting Low Key's eyes. Traditionally, in Claire's universe, stallions asked mares to dance. Of course, Claire didn't quite believe in this tradition all too much, but she was interested to see if Low Key would, perchance, ask her to dance himself. It was always worth a good ol' college try. "I'm sure that any pony you ask would be happy to." She tacked the phrase onto the end of her statement. One of her front hooves lifted up cutely to assist with her little charade.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 9, 2014 21:32:45 GMT -5
Low Key's heart was pounding. So she was playing the same game, too? Well, he realized that he had two choices: buck up and pop the damn question or just stand there like a beta wimp for the rest of his life. If there ever was a time to prove his stallionhood, this was it.
He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves and forces the words out in a shaky, unsure voice, "C-Claire, m-may I have this d-dance?" Despite his best efforts, Low's nervousness was all too apparent. His face and ears were flush-red, his hooves were damp with sweat, and his core muscles were uncontrollably shaking. He had asked mares out before, but all of them had ended in failure. The ironic part about all this was that Low was not afraid of her denying him, but actually of her accepting. He had never gone that far with a mare, and the thought of being put in such an unfamiliar situation scared him half to death.
His motivations unclear, Low Key awaited Claire's response with bated breath.
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 9, 2014 22:27:38 GMT -5
Claire stared at Low Key for a moment. It was true, he looked a bit of a mess. Claire was a little nervous that he was going to pass out...Or something like that. She looked back out to the floor, then back to Low Key. She had been so confident, but...Claire had no idea how to dance to this kind of music. Her mother had put her in ballet for 12 years, but this was nothing like ballet. There were no pretty pirouettes accompanying the crash of symbols, no high arabesques in skin-tight leotards and pink tutus...
Okay, now is not the time for a flashback. We're at a party Claire, not ballet rehearsal.
She snapped back to reality, realizing that she still had not answered Low key. She tried to play off her almost-awkward stretch of silence by relaxing her position the tiniest bit. "...Hm...Of course." She said finally, with another nod of her head and a bounce of her mane. "Of course you may. Let's go!" Grabbing Low Key's hoof suddenly, she dragged him out to the center of the dance floor.
The crowd hushed a little, looking a bit curious. Claire usually didn't do any dancing at her parties (She was much too proper to be acting like some kind of buffoon), but Claire enjoyed the professional air Low Key gave off. She decided that he would be an appropriate pony for her to be seen dancing with.
But, she found herself a tad uncomfortable. The music was so alien to her, she wasn't too sure where in the world to begin.
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Post by Low Key on Sept 9, 2014 22:58:15 GMT -5
The moment he heard Claire's reply, Low Key's initial response was ecstatic, "Oh Celestia, she said yes!" Just as soon as that had registered, another response checked in, and his nerves returned in force, "Oh Celestia, she said yes." Before he could say goodbye to Cherry (Which he probably would have forgotten to do anyway considering the level of shock that he was in), he was being dragged onto the dance floor.
Even before he got there, he could feel more than a few ponies' eyes upon him and her. Oh Celestia, they're all staring at me. He could feel their gazes boring into him, judging him, wondering exactly what was so special about him that the "Goddess", herself, had chosen him of all ponies to dance with.
Speaking of dancing, did he happen to mention that HE DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO DANCE?! His nervousness grew as his eyes darted left and right, searching for somepony, anypony, that he could emulate. It just so happened that he could see a small group dancing around off to the side. His adrenaline-addled mind quickly figured that if he and Claire could infiltrate them, they could perhaps pick up something. At the very least, they wouldn't stick out like a sore hoof.
It has Low's turn to drag Claire as he guided her over towards the group, "L-Let's go dance with them!"
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 9, 2014 23:18:01 GMT -5
Claire was relieved at the tension break. She hastily followed suit behind Low Key to a group of joyfully dancing ponies. "I hope you don't mind if we butt in." Claire put extra chimes in her voice. The group seemed excited that Miss Claire Dupont herself was joining them, but Claire felt a little less excited. The ultimate goal: To not make herself look like an idiot in front of all these ponies.
After a moment of quick observation, Claire shook her mane back and began to echo the group of pony's movements. One pony spun around in a circle while waggling his head, to which Claire mimicked. Another one waggles her hips from side to side, and Claire waggled hers similarly. It seemed to be working fairly well, but all those years of ballet made Claire's movements strangely more graceful than the others. It wasn't particularly bad, but...It sure stood out.
What in the absolute hell am I doing... She thought. She felt a bit silly, but no one seemed to be laughing at her in particular. She cast a semi-desperate look at Low Key. Come on!
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Post by Low Key on Sept 9, 2014 23:30:28 GMT -5
Low Key looked to all those ponies they were dancing with for inspiration. There was almost no style to their dancing, just a lot of jumping and shaking. His nerves were growing with every passing second, but then a realization occurred to him - If these ponies were dancing around like they had no idea how to dance, then who's to say that they would notice if he started dancing horribly? He takes a deep gulp and starts emulating the nearest stallion.
This was absolutely silly, and he knew it. After a few seconds, though, he could feel another emotion growing inside of chest. The longer he danced, the more and more he could feel the adrenaline in his bloodstream melting away and being replaced by serotonin. It all made sense now - nopony here knew how to dance, and none of them cared. They were here to have fun, and that was what mattered. The truth now crystal clear, Low began smile and dance, doing whatever came into his head. Should any pony of culture be watching him, it would definitely be an embarrassing spectacle, but he could care less. He would have to do this more often!
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 9, 2014 23:58:01 GMT -5
Claire was more than relieved to watch Low Key let loose and have fun dancing. That's what parties are all about! "Hey, hey!" Claire exclaimed over the music, her voice a bit ragged from her being out of breath. And out of shape. "You're not too bad at this!" Low Key's free spirited movements helped coerce Claire to be a little more liberal with hers. Her self-conscious wobbles turned into full-fledged spins and leaps. Fine, so maybe this dancing thing was a bit enjoyable. Just a bit.
Claire almost stumbled on her dress; The floor-length extension was certainly getting in the way. Without another thought, and while still rocking rhythmically in place, she reached behind her and ripped the see-through extension off completely. It came off cleanly with a quiet ZZZZZZZRIP. Ah well, dresses were replaceable. She threw the detached fabric to the side, her dress now much shorter and much easier to move in.
Dancing back over towards Low Key, she giggled joyfully. "Isn't this nice?"
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Post by Low Key on Sept 10, 2014 0:15:46 GMT -5
By this time, Low Key had a large, goofy smile on his face. He looks up at Claire and exclaims, "This is amazing! I never thought it would be so enjoyable, but it is! Haha! I feel alive!" He resumes his dancing completely letting loose.
The serotonin, the bass, the sweat - even though Low Key had never taken drugs before, he was pretty sure he was high as a kite. The rest of the world melted away as he let the sensations flow through him.
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Post by Claire Dupont on Sept 10, 2014 0:35:32 GMT -5
The song drew to a close, and Claire's body halted. The room however, did not stop spinning. "Eh..." Claire murmured, shaking her head to get her bearings back. She was exhausted. Her malnourished body was in no shape to do anything more than walk, let alone dance so vividly. Her tiny shoulders heaved up and down, her cheeks, ears, and hooves were flushed bright red. Her eyes glossed over for a minute as she looked around. Her head was reeling, and she concluded that that was probably enough dancing for the rest of her lifetime.
"That...was fun." She heaved. She probably didn't look too attractive, what with her all red and sweaty like she had just finished her first triathlon. "Thanks for...hah...asking me."
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Post by Low Key on Sept 10, 2014 0:52:17 GMT -5
As the song ended, Low Key came back down to earth and chanced a look over at Claire. She indeed looked worse for wear, even worse than him. He had been a little worried of her rather fragile figure, and it seemed that she was even more out of shape than him.
Running his sleeve across his forehead, he mops up a sheen of sweat. He groaned as he realized that his turtleneck was probably soaked, not to mention that his sport coat was starting to become itchy. His head still fuzzy from the flood of "Vitamin Feelgood", he says in between pants, "I...should be...thanking you...Claire." He gives her a warm smile and continues, "I had a...real fun night, tonight. You should hold house parties more often."
He shifts the fabric of his sport coat and frowns, "Unfortunately, I'm going to have to take my leave. I'm in desperate need of a shower." His smile returned and he teased, "As do you. Although I do admire your new look." It felt good to finally get a few jabs at her, and his toothy grin betrayed his satisfaction.
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 10, 2014 1:04:09 GMT -5
Drinks count: 6? 7?
Sugar was in a world all of her own. The beat smashed into her very soul, and the sight of dancing ponies was making her queasy. Though, that could have been that overindulgence in food she just chowed down on, ignoring the dialogue of the other ponies. What her sights set on instead was a lonely little mare at the window.
Sugar recognised her as the pony she'd almost decapitated on accident with her drill... thingy. What'd she called that again? She couldn't remember, but she hadn't had time to apologise or anything. So, loading a plate up with food (She chose things that weren't greasy. Cherry didn't look like she appreciated fiendishly fried foods, so Fabulously fresh... stuff would have to do) she began her arduous waltz over to the little mare in question, plate held in her teeth.
When she finally arrived, staggering a little from a loss of balance (And the fact that she's a lightweight), she managed to put the plate down without spilling all of its contents, which she considered a victory, and smiled drunkenly at Cherry.
"Haai~" She sang giddily, shoving out her hoof, "We... We never introduced ourselves. M'name's Sweet. Sugar Sweet."
It struck how how weirdly similar that intro was to a famous spy movie character and she had to suppress a giggle.
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Post by Cherry Flip on Sept 13, 2014 16:29:32 GMT -5
Cherry quickly backed away from when Claire had came over, allowing the tall pony to quickly be taken to the dance floor by the equally akward pony she was talking to. Phew outta her mane...and that door looked clear open. Quietly and slowly she began to move. Only pausing in her spot when that pony with the crazy drill came over. Though by the looks of it...well...drunk per say. Cherry blinking at the mares odd walk towards her and set a plate of food down. Glancing at it slightly and back up to the drunken mare. A bit concerned more than odded out by her state of being.Leaning back with a jolt when the mares hoove shoved out at her before lightly lifting her own to shake it slowly. " Ah yes....Cherry Flip. Nice to...meet you? With the er...drill right? " Akwarldy giving a tiny shake before letting her hoof drop down quickly to her side. Curious about the giggle.
Oh how badly she wanted to just run out that door, but she didn't want to cause trouble again. And well...it seemed this drunken pony just might need help by the end of all this. At least a place to sit down with how much she was wobbling. Cherrys motherly instinct kicking in to help the mare at least sit down before she toppled over somewhere. " It seems you are...enjoying the party? "
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Post by Sugar Sweet on Sept 13, 2014 16:49:26 GMT -5
Sugar's brows furrowed as she thought for a moment, before smiling broadly
"mmph! THe drill! th' drill. That's what 'm celebrating!" She said happily, "It worked! Worked..."
She remembered then why she'd come over... sort of, and sobered up a little. Rather, not literally, but she did look marginally more serious, and she pushed the little plate stacked with food more towards Cherry.
"Hungry?" She asked seriously, squinting at the little pony and swaying a little, "Wanted to talk... 'bout drill... and you. Hungry?" She repeated her question looking at the food she'd brought Cherry again, then at Cherry again, pushing it forward a tiny bit more.
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