Chapter Seven- Golden Years

[thetrudger]

[Filtered to Gwaine]
Gwaine! Get your ass to the tavern!

[And before he gets totally wasted, he decides to dictate to his journal.]

How many of you know how to dance?

[ooc: Open in person or over the journals. He’s sitting in a bar somewhere in the town.]

Comments

Geoffrey

[impetuous]

When you say it that nicely...

Gwaine

[thetrudger]

I'm always nice. I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm in the tavern on [insert street name], if you'd care to join me, my friend.

Geoffrey

[impetuous]

I'll be there. [ Just give him a few minutes while he asks his mother for permission. :| ]

[fishy_go_byebye]

I danced on the stars~

[thetrudger]

[Oh, Del! He smiles when he hears her voice.] You did, did you?

[fishy_go_byebye]

Mm. They were blue~

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She sounds a little grumpier than her usual charming self]

Depends on what kind've dancing you're talking about.

[thetrudger]

Any kind at all.


...Are you all right, my dear?

[eat_me_beat_me]

Don't know if it counts as "knowing" how, but I dance around if the music's good enough.

[She sighs softly] melodramatic bullshit.

[cantacquityou]

[He's in town, too...having a cup of coffee surprise! at one of the local teahouses.]


What sort of 'dance,' exactly?

[thetrudger]

Any kind of dance, my friend! Tell me the dances you know!

[cantacquityou]

Hm. Other than ballroom dancing, I am afraid I am not very versed in very many others.

[wishmadeinfire]

I do... but why do you want to know, Geoffrey?

_{[Aka, you sound a tad upset/drunk.]}

[thetrudger]

[Oh, no. He's not upset. Just drunk.]

Mm. Just curious. Although, perhaps people around her could do with a feast and a dance sometime.

[wishmadeinfire]

I would not object. Do you plan to arrange one soon?

[midhitgrope]

[Yep, someone's just slumping into a seat next to you, Geoff, and getting a beer. He looks over as he hears the question.]

Sober or drunk?

[thetrudger]

HA! [He claps the other man on the back with a grin on his face.]

If you can dance while drunk without falling over, I congratulate you, sir.

[demonologist]

What sort of dancing are you speaking of?

[thetrudger]

Wesley! Any sort of dancing at all. I do realize there are differences when we come from different times and worlds.

[heloise]

Like a fish in water.

[thetrudger]

Miss Lucrezia! And do you think you would honor this man with a dance, should the situation ever arise?

dictated

[inafadingcrown]

I do, of course. May I ask the reason for this inquiry?

forever

[thetrudger]

No reason in particular, my lady. Although I was considering a good feast and a dance.

[hard_talker]

Depends on how you define dancing, Geoff. [there's that familiar snicker]

[thetrudger]

[Geoff chuckles.] I suppose there are many differences with all the different worlds and times.