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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[buffy_slayer]

She's shaking her head even before he finishes.

"No, no... Well, yes? But no." There's some fluster there, waving hands and blushing too.

"You and I, I don't know... are we on the dancing platonically at a not-pool pool party level?"

[loveawkward]

In truth he had assumed it was entirely about his nature and not that. Huh.

"Well, you're pretty much attached to someone I consider a friend, and I consider you a friend. A friend that may want to kill me but it isn't like that's new which leaves... we could be, though you should dance with Spike at some point. More than once."

[buffy_slayer]

"I wouldn't say attached, necessarily. We're, um, going through our waffles stage. Which should allow for dancing with someone else, I'm sure."

Buffy's shifting, and with every move light glints off of sequins.

[loveawkward]

Well, that was news to Josef. He had just assumed they were more than attached even though...

"Okay, you'll have to explain just what a waffle stage is," he admitted. "Consider how old my dating protocols are, after all." And there hadn't been waffles when he'd been actively seeking out comely lasses.

"And does that allowance for others include me?"

[buffy_slayer]

"I suppose that it might just." The serious words are tempered by the quirk of a smile, an almost flirtatious glance up at him.

"I can explain waffles then."

[loveawkward]

"Well then."

He straightened, offering his arm to her. "Shall we then," he asked, arching a brow. "May I have this dance?"

[buffy_slayer]

"Of course." She tucks her arm through his, and lets him lead the way.

[loveawkward]

He guided her through the loft to the pool deck. "See? I did offer you a pool party, didn't I?" Teasing her as he guided her to that set aside dance floor. "I admit, I'm not entirely up on modern dances."

[buffy_slayer]

She's stepping carefully, and laughs.

"You can just show me one you are familiar with, and I'll try not to dump you in the pool in the process."

[loveawkward]

"Well then. Let's visit a time... four hundred years in your past," he said, guiding her into his arms for a waltz. "No, about three fifty."