#007 The Roaring Twenties

[hosting]

[It's that time of the month again! The Host Club is once more opening its doors for business, this time with a couple of new additions and a couple of losses... The ballroom has been completely transformed into a 1920s style speakeasy.

A few hosts are serving behind the bar, namely Allen, Maladict and Cole, all of them dressed in this bartender outfit. The rest of the hosts are dotted around the room dressed in this attractive outfit, complete with the hat. There are two notable exceptions to this - one of which is Haruhi, who is dressed in a flapper dress, and Tamaki who is dressed in a white suit.

There are tables for playing poker, chips provided, as well as three American Pool tables to have a go on. By the door, there are racks of dresses and suits in 1920s style, in case any of the guests wish to take part in the theme themselves - manning the racks is Delta, instructed to persuade the guests to take part and compliment them on their new look.

Come on and all and enjoy the club!]

[ooc: Please wait for the sections THE SECTIONS ARE UP - one for host club members to mingle and discuss the theme, and one for guests. Feel free to threadjack around in both sections, talk to your fellow hosts, your fellow guests, and everyone in beteween!]

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[eternityalone]

[ Her manner of dress is suddenly something she recognizes, the light clicking of the beaded fringe suddenly catching to her hearing as she shifts uncomfortably. Her lips purse slightly, unsure of what she can say. ]

I'm no one worth waiting on, Gwaine. [ The tone has definitely slid forward through the decades, though it pains her to do so, she knows that she can't let herself be taken in so easily. With the training and experience of her years, she's slowly but surely pulling in those emotions, trapping them behind those walls she knows she needs. Swallowing thickly, she exhales through parted lips, an almost cold edge to her words. ]

To wait for my favor would be a curse. [ He doesn't know what she is. It's something she has to remind herself of when she deals with those that are here. They don't know of her true nature, of the way she's killed and not cared of those bodies she's put to the ground. If he knew, he would not think so fondly of her and maybe she should tell him, but it seems hardly the place here.

Of course, part of her would sooner keep her secret in order to keep him in her company.

Which is the difficult part. It's the part that makes her not turn and leave. Which she should've done much earlier. ]

[impetuous]

[ A curse? Katherine a curse? Were it someone else speaking of her in that manner, he would have punched them already for such disrespect. With Katherine herself saying it, he is at a loss. Why would she ever think of herself that way? Concern lines his eyes before he masks it behind the small crinkling from a smile. ]

With all due respect, I would prefer to be the judge of that myself. [ He sounds almost apologetic when he speaks next, but sincerity lines his words. ] Besides I am not one to tolerate such words pronounced against a woman. Not even the woman in question herself.

[eternityalone]

[ God, how is this guy even real? Katherine knows the tales of the knights, but truly - he's actually a real person and he's gorgeous. Frowning, she shakes her head. ]

Gwaine... [ Katherine can't even figure out how to dissuade him and part of her doesn't actually want to. ]

I would be the expert on myself, in this case especially.

[impetuous]

[ He arches an eyebrow. ]

Is this your way of dismissing me?

[eternityalone]

I believe it would be best if I take the rest of this walk alone.

[ It actually gives her a moment to think, to realize that she can't just let his charm and compassion get to her this way. She has other things to think of, priorities here in the castle and, although charming and endearing - not to mention attractive, Gwaine is not part of those priorities. ]

Your company was appreciated, but it is no longer needed.

[impetuous]

Ah, my wounded pride. [ He clutches his heart dramatically. ] You leave me a desolate man. [ He bows his head respectfully. ] Until the next time we meet.

[eternityalone]

[She watches him, the dramatics, and the kindness -- it's almost as if all that emotion she tried to reign in was for naught. In another life she would've been confused, but now she simply just bows her head and leaves his side. It's unsettling how one man can push her to those limits so easily -- and it makes her think, just for that moment, how little she's been doing in this place to keep herself guarded.]