12 [Location: Central/Josef's place] Party Post

[loveawkward]

Entrances had been made. The people of Taxon, some of them at least, had arrived. As the sun was setting and casting the room into shadows, the lights began to come up. Twinkling white lights on the balcony around the pool, mood lighting throughout the room to separate the loft into differing areas for different events. Light music played throughout the main room, though at poolside was a section set aside for dancing as well.

Pausing to overlook the affair, for a moment, Josef felt like he was still back home.

Well, minus the bevy of beautiful women offering up a vein at the snap of his fingers. He was still getting used to that loss, which hurt more keenly than most.

((ooc: Come one, come all. Feel free to set up your own posts or use the starter areas. Josef's place is a massive loft, with three separate rooms including a bedroom with an oversized freezer in it. There is also a rooftop pool area with a wide wall overlooking part of the city.))

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[aintnoconvict]

Simply ogle? When this song is playing? No, no, never, it's impossible, so Glitch takes his slightly glittered and springy-haired self out on teh dance floor with a twirl and flourish.

And a smile for Bagoas of course, and for a memory of the ballroom that doesn't cause an immediate pang. He doesn't possess the younger man's pure fluidity but he does have his own grace and confidence, his own joy in movement and music.

[thepersianyouth]

One second, there is no one and nothing but the music and rhythm; the next, he catches out of the corner of his eye a familiar face, and he turns just in time to see the smile and return it in full.

There is something to the art of dancing to entertain and delight; another entirely to share the floor with someone else, and truly share it. It is a small sacrifice for someone who thrives on being at the centre of attention, when the mere presence of this someone sends one's heart fluttering.

He touches the fingers of one hand to his forehead in unspoken greeting, then quite unceremoniously hooks his arm with Glitch's - side by side, isn't that how it should be? - and bumps his hip in blatant challenge.

In so many words: shake that thing.

[aintnoconvict]

What is it the kids say these days? Challenge accepted?

Glitch bumps back with one of his breathy chuckles and briefly brushes the fingers of his opposite hand down Bagoas' forearm. A little greeting, a little welcoming, a little connection to make his own heart leap.

"Remember this, Bagrat?" he asks, breath carrying a hint of spirits and lime and mint, and gradually settles into the rhythm with some of the footwork they'd practiced. And some loose-jointed...well, "grooving" is likely the only word for it, neither leading nor following but finding a home in the beat.

[thepersianyouth]

Bagrat bursts into a happy bout of laughter at the name; utterly delighted and caught in a moment of absolute unmasked cheer.

"How could I forget?!"

He follows, then decides to up the proverbial ante with a bit of flair of his own - and what better way to do a tutor proud than to showcase what you've learned?

He shifts his hold on Glitch's arm, placing it at the base of his shoulder blades, his own resting along said arm and Glitch's neck.

He was particularly fascinated with that side-by-side dance Glitch showed him in the ball room when they danced for the first time.

Charleston anyone?

[aintnoconvict]

Only always.

The shift gets a full-throated laugh of delight and Glitch holds on tight, losing himself in the kicks, the steps, forward, back, right left, one two three four five six seven eight. Bagoas is a perfect warmth at his side, keeping the evening chill away (or is that the dancing, or is it both, or does it matter?).

And really, as much fun as he's had with other dance partners in Taxon no one else has been able to follow along with his instincts, really keep up, really made him bring out his best.

"Aren't we fantastic?" he asks, sneaking a quick nuzzle at his friend's temple.

[thepersianyouth]

The rhythm is addictive, the joy it spreads infectious, both intoxicating like sweet wine and Bagoas for one never wants to escape its hold. To share it with a fellow dancer only adds to its draw, and within minutes that might as well be years, he has taken the veil from his hair and tied it low on his hips.

And, oh that soft brush of skin means more than he thinks Glitch knows. It signifies more than just touch: it is acceptance, open and honest and completely uncaring of who might see.

To think such a simple token of affection could be more than he's ever had in front of others.

"Yes," he sighs, catching his breath on a twirl that brings them face to face. "Perfectly singular, the pair of us."

[aintnoconvict]

Horror of horrors Glitch misses a step, but really it's not his fault he's suddenly distracted and blushy. There are those eyes and that voice and those moves and...

No, he doesn't fully appreciate it since those little tokens of affection, the brief demonstrative moments are second nature. So much to learn, so much to teach, and as Glitch clasps Bagoas' hands and settles into the new dance he wonders how much time they have for it.

...but there once was a young lady (who was much wiser than she gave herself credit for) who freqeuntly reminded him that having happiness now would make any future better, so he sent his worries packing.

"Hope folks aren't jealous," he remarks with a sparkly little smile. "Or, y'know, intimidated by our skills."

oh look an inspirational/adorable vid :D

[thepersianyouth]

"Let them be!"

Bagoas lowers his chin, looking up at Glitch from under dark, heavy lashes, pride and maybe a bit of ego coming through in the curl of his lip. He's light on his feet as a doe, and so what if he isn't entirely in agreement with the standards of who's supposed to lead whom, then so be it.

and boom. Bagoas'd.

[aintnoconvict]

Suddenly it's like every synapse left in his head has fried (in the best way possible) because that look? That's a look to banish every worry...and a huge chunk of other mind-occupying things too, such as "other people existing" and "how to breathe".

Fortunately Glitch remembers that last thing with a bit of a gasp, and since he's never been big on conventions of leading and following he's more than happy to just try and keep up. There's a crinkly smile happening - with a bit of a wicked twist - and his eyes are shadow-free.

Undivided attention, Bags, just the way you like it.