Underworld Event: New Sweep's Eve Karaoke! This ORP is open to all shop trolls.
Chittentown is a city of hidden treasures. One of the latest jewels to it is the addition of a lively trendy nightclub and bar located deep below in the old tunnels. Redecorated from an old storage center, there are no windows but plenty of space and extra rooms in back for anyone too tired to make the trip home at the end of the night before the sun rises. The mood is dark and mysterious and the space is decorated with black furniture everywhere. The only color comes from the rainbow of lights brightening up the dance floor and stage. The rest of the lightning is minimal and just enough to see where you're walking.
Underworld, as it's known, has a large dance floor in front of a raised stage that hosts various performers, including the owner Cerpin Sugall himself shredding on guitar. There is a selection of snacks and drinks available from the bar, though the beverages tend to be far better than the food. Loud music pumps through the building most of the time encouraging trolls to start dancing though there are tables off to the side to sit at. The club regularly hosts different themed nights in an effort to drum up excitement so check back for the latest events regularly!
There is a hemoanon dress code encouraged at the nightclub. Most importantly, no blatant symbols allowed! This is to ensure the space is free of political drama and to keep the identity of its patrons private. Clientele are encouraged to dress in all black (or shades of gray) and veils and masks are provided at the door for those who would like to keep their face a secret as well. Obviously, the staff can't police someone's freckles or tattoos so some of the hemoanon rules are broken from time to time but for the most part, they are sticklers on symbols.
The latest event is tonight's New Sweep's Eve Karaoke Bash! Come by and hop on stage to sing a few songs to express your feelings about your friends, quads, the sweep in general or anything else you want to rock out about. Cerpin has bought a state of the art karaoke machine with virtually every song in the world loaded to it. So don't worry, we've got the backing tracks for any song you can think of. Come by and bring your friends for a night of fun and festive celebration as we see the new sweep in with the loudest party we can make!
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Participants do not have to send their characters on stage to earn credit for this RP thread. However, you must hit 500 words and interact with at least one troll per shop guidelines to count it as a completed thread towards growth. Those who choose to participate with the karaoke portion of the ORP, please include a title or link of the song your troll is performing on stage for the rest of us to enjoy! The action in this thread takes place on New Sweep's Eve over the course of one night, not several nights. The party is big enough that you should be able to play multiple trolls in it if you so wish but please keep their interactions to a minimum (if any at all) and hit the RP requirements separately for each troll if you would like to count the thread for more than one. (Cerpin and Amonee would each need 500 words to count the thread). Kid trolls are allowed to join this event as the bar is serving only non-alcoholic drinks tonight since point of this event is karaoke, not boozing! I reserve the right to restrict future events to teens and adults only and include alcohol.
Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2016 5:05 pm
It was perfect. Cerpin Sugall had spent the last week preparing his nightclub for the loudest flashiest party he could afford and it was finally time to show it off. Tevini had complained, of course, but he doubted even she could walk through the doors of Underworld and complain that it looked 'boring'. A state of the art karaoke machine took up the stage and he'd even gotten a camera hooked up to display the performance on some of the TV monitors around the place.
"Welcome to Underworld, friends! Tonight's all about seeing out the old sweep and ringing in the new one with all the gusto you can muster up." He chattered into the microphone on stage, pointing out over all the faces in the crowd to get some excitement pumping in the room. "Come on up here and party your biscuit out with a song! No shyness tonight, really let loose and let down your hair!" The rockstar grinned, clearly he'd rarely ever felt shy before in his life. With the announcement over with, he stepped aside to let the first of the bunch take to the stage and start karaoke night off strong.
He was looking forward to seeing who else liked a good party, who else knew how to dance and who might go home with who tonight!
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There is no queue for getting permission to sing some karaoke by the way! Just assume the last person's song is over and hop on up for your turn! You can sing multiple times as well if you like.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2016 5:19 pm
When Cerpin wanted something, he certainly got it.
Standing behind the bar, Tevini watched her roommate cheer on stage, showered in rainbow lights. He'd spent so long renovating their hive and she had to admit it was pretty spectacular. None of it was her style but she'd kept a space in the basement for her things. The rest of this warehouse was technically his to do whatever he wanted with.
'It's so loud.' The inventor winced while waiting for customers to start ordering. She was rather nervous, not a lover of crowds, and hoped she wouldn't mess up anyone's drinks. The one upside of getting stuck in this position was that she was basically protected from being dragged on stage to sing in front of everyone.
OOC Stuff
Tevini is acting as the bartender for any trolls who want to come hang out or need a break from the dance floor!
Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2016 1:27 pm
"No Shyness Tonight!"
Yeah. Right.
Curled up in a couch was Mahmud Seshat, with his mother tucked safely behind it. While he sat and watched the other people mix and mingle, Ommy cooed and fussed with his hair. For a little bit he squirmed, and tried to subtly hint to his mother to stop embarrassing him. Finally he just pulled on his beanie and walked away instead of dealing with her, choosing instead to lean against a nearby wall for a short while.
There was something weird, seeing what one helped build all up and running. Underworld was awe-inspiring, exciting, terrifying... for someone like him, who didn't deal with crowds and people as well as he wished it was something of brightmares. Yet at the same time, Mahmud desperately wished he didn't feel so awkward being here because it truly was, for lack of better term, amazing. As he watched other trolls chat, interact, and mingle he touched the wall, taking in how firm and solid it was. It provided at least a little comfort to Mahmud. Having something that was stable in this loud, mutable environment.
Cerpin had been kind enough to invite him here, and he would have felt rude turning down an invitation like that. Underworld was a hit location, and after getting to know him a bit better Cerpin was a pretty cool guy (who, notably, did not want to bash his head in). What could he do? He had to show up, even if it felt like he was ever so terribly out of place here. Everyone was so fancy, and while he did his best to try and match the hemoanon dress code, Mahmud still felt far too nervous to interact with anyone. Even if he did have cool shoes with wheelies in them, he had a feeling this crowd wouldn't be impressed by that. They were older, wiser, onto more grown-up topics. He'd talk to Cerpin if he could, but given the attention he was getting... well, he probably wanted to be left alone.
Instead he peeled himself off the wall and walked over to the bar, interacting with another troll he recognized. Tevini. Mahmud wasn't really well acquainted with her, but she had seemed nice enough when they spoke from time to time. "H-hello Tevini..." Given her expression, it was easy to guess Tevini wasn't huge on being somewhere this loud either. That was at least a comfort. She was still older though, and probably not all that interested in what he had to say. "It uh..." Shoot, what did he say to her? "Loud, hunh?" Yeah. Smooth move, kid. Mentally slapping himself for such a stupid comment, Mahmud tried to quickly recover by asking "A-are you getting bored back there? Did you need anything?" Wait, it wasn't like he was working this event! What was he even doing?! "Like... need me to ask... someone... something... get someone for you..." The more and more Mahmud stammered, the further he dug himself into a hole. Pity it was only a metaphorical one, because he sure did wish he could fall into one right about now.
Doutei
I hope you don't mind the awkward little interaction. Lets get this thread rolling! biggrin
A couple of trolls trickled in but the majority of them were enjoying the show rather than joining it. Perhaps the crowd simply needed a little boost of energy to encourage others to hop on stage to belt their biscuits out. It looked like Mahmud had made it and he was glad to see the orangeblood moseying around. It was too bad he'd decided to join stick-in-the-mud Tevini instead of rocking out with Cerpin. Stretching his shoulders to loosen them up, the rockstar snatched up his guitar from backstage and strapped it across his body. It was show time. Grabbing the mic from the stand, he cleared his throat.
"Looks y'all are feeling pretty shy still so I'll be starting us off! I wanna see everyone on their feet bouncing, got that? Let's make some ******** noise!" The purpleblood grinned, giving a cute guy in the front row a wink as he made eye contact. The boy looked over the selections to pick a song. It might as well be something upbeat and something he was currently going through. The mob of trolls wouldn't know the ebb and flow of Cerpin's personal life but it always felt better to sing something he was actually feeling. He slapped a button on the karaoke machine to get the instrumental background going but it was clear from the instrument in his hands that he'd be supplying some of the sound live. Cerpin thrived off of the attention he got while performing and it seemed to light up his eyes from the inside.
The track began with the strum of his electric guitar and he began to dance around the stage, singing along with high energy coursing through him.
"So she said 'what's the problem, baby?' What's the problem- I don't know, well, maybe I'm in love-" Halfway through he song he reached out to the audience, trying to pull an attractive troll up on stage with him to press against and dance together with. He didn't recognize many of the faces yet but that was fine- maybe he'd find even more lovers tonight!
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Cerpin is wearing a sparkly black jacket and some leopard print pants to this party! Whoever posts next, you have been dragged on stage to dance whether you like it or not! Anyone else that wants to sing can assume Cerpin's song has ended and start up their own next!
Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2016 9:32 am
Three words: Oh my glub... Those three words were stuck in Polair's head as if they were some sort of mantra. Why was she repeating those three words? Because she was tricked by Cerpin to go to one of his hooligan parties at his hooligan establishment. 'We have a very important meeting. Wear something nice.' Really how could she fallen for that? The seadweller made sure her shades were in place before trying to find the slimly trickster. At least her outfit was within her comfort zone. Mesh maxi dress, and a sequined lined top plus black polkadotted shorts. The only thing weird were the platforms... Really, she wasn't used to wearing shoes.
Polair huffed, navigating her way blindly through the crowds, (really if she used her bracelets she'd be overstimulated) looking quite displeased. The only good thing was that she'd been there before, so Polair knew more or less where everything was. She knew she could've left since she had arrived, but the highblood needed to confront him about it. Oh when she got her hands on him she was going to kill him, metaphorically speaking. Upon hearing his voice through the speakers, she used it to get to the front row.
"Cerpin.' She shouted, though her voice got swept away by the cheering and shouting. She clicked her tongue, thinking of a way to get him down his high horse when... When she felt someone reaching out for her. "H-hey!!" She snapped as we was dragged by none other than the troll she was searching for. Sadly, she wasn't aware of that.
"Could you please let me go? I'm not a suitable dance partner." Plus she had a task on hand.
Finding the underwear in his mailbox had made the red blood blush intensely. At first, he'd assumed they were from Chiara, but adjusting them slightly made a card fall out. The Underworld, huh. He'd definitely invited Chiara to go, but he'd lost her at some point. Wearing his tight but still poofy pants, the red blood tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket and let a smile spread on his face, light scruff on his jaw forgotten as he attempted a more rugged appearance. He strode into the club, definitely wearing his present, recognizing Cerpin jumping on stage with some troll and stifling a chuckle. The crowd was still rather chill, and he wasn't feeling too festive yet. Maybe he could grab a drink and see where it went from there?
Striding to the bar, the tall dancer stole a few glances to the front before looking at the bartender. She was shorter, looked uncomfortable and unaccustomed to the loud music. Curls and a sharp nose, unsure eyes. Zindel found it endearing. "Hey." He started, offering her a half smile before sitting down and placing an arm on the table. He didn't know if she was a high blood or a lowblood, but for his sake he hoped low. Or at least mid. "What brings a girl like you to a bar like this? This doesn't look much like your scene." He asked with a brow raised, curious and in a friendly mood. She didn't look very happy around them, that much was apparent.
Doutei
why hello there
Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 10:04 am
Fellah was still fidgeting with the particularly tight clothing that Cerpin had sent him in the mail, letter included asking him to make a delivery to some address in Chittentown. The hulking farm troll had a crate of produce on one of his shoulders as he entered the Underground, triple checking the letter in his other hand to make sure he had the right place. Why had he needed to dress hemoanonymously to begin with? He didn't remember Chittentown being particularly anonymous, but there wasn't much that the redblood questioned from society when instructed by someone. The obviously confused country bumpkin milled about in the entryway, rather hard to miss from his height and the over sized crate he was carrying. He started asking around for Cerpin, wondering where he should drop off the produce that the purpleblood ordered. As the farm troll meandered about he couldn't help but rest his gaze upon the stage, upon the trolls performing. He was reminded of Odette's booth during Bloodfest, it stirred something inside of him, but merely grinned and shook his head, continuing his search.
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2016 5:17 pm
"Hello." Tevini turned at the sound of her name. She wondered if she was supposed to scold the troll for using it, with Underworld being anonymous and all, but figured she would let it slide. It'd probably been an accident. Besides, as she recognized the other troll she knew better than to say anything. Mahmud, the troll who'd fixed this place up, had seemed like a pretty polite guy. He definitely hadn't meant to do it.
"No, but I-" The normally stoic redblood felt her composure start to ripple at the sight of- "-can get something-" -oh gog she was starting to giggle now and couldn't stop it- "-i-if that's what you were asking." Her eyes stayed on his floofy hair trying to stay tucked into his hat. Covering her mouth, she tried to calm herself down but just couldn't stop.
"Ah! I needed the beetles." Tevini lied, as another customer sat down and inquired about her presence. Sobering up now that there was a stranger here, Tevini reminded herself to stay professional. Sizing him up, the new troll looked cool and comfortable here, like he was used to seedy places. It made her a little sad to think her home was considered a seedy place now. Fidgeting with the hem of her skirt, Tevini wondered if she'd dressed well enough to fit in here. She didn't have a lot of flashy clubwear like the others and had opted to try and just look like a nerd version of a waitress.
"How about you? Also, are either of you going to sing tonight?" She asked nervously, falling back on one of her pre-decided questions for when she didn't know what to say. She had a few more tucked away on notecards tucked under the bar counter.
((Sorry for the wait! And for the double quote!))
Skyli Peep
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2016 1:35 pm
Oh gog. Oh gog why was she LAUGHING? Part of him wanted to deny that it was geared towards him, but fact of the matter was Tevini was staring directly at him. Did he have something funny on his face? Did he look ugly? Did he say something wrong? The more and more she stiffled her giggles, the more he wanted to disappear. Talking to Tevini had been a mistake, an awful mistake. Nervous, he began to itch at his arm in an attempt to distract from those thoughts. "O-Oh! No I meant like..."
Before he could save himself from this daymare rollercoaster, another older troll walked straight up to the bar and started talking to his... gog, was someone who laughed at you a friend? Acquaintance. Started talking to his acquaintance. Aaaaannnnd didn't even seem to notice him. Itch, itch itch, it made Mahmud itch his arms even more. Why would he ignore him? Mahmud knew he was kinda short, but that still seemed...
Thats when he dropped that line to Tevini, and Mahmud realized what he was caught in the middle of. Oh gog, was... EW. Ew ew ew ew ew! He was flirting with her! And from the sounds of it, she didn't... well... ugh. It was complicated. Tevini sounded nervous, but for all he knew she could have been playing demure or something. Trying not to stare at the two older trolls, Mahmud fixated his eyes on the dance floor. "I-I don't know..." Was that really his voice? It was so soft and nervous... There was a moment where he felt some concern, but the urge to keep scratching at his arms and shrink away was overriding that feeling. He wanted to say more, but the stranger's presence there was suffocating.
This place was too loud. It was far too crowded. And most of all, he seemed to be the youngest one here. Could it get any worse?
When he scanned the room to look for another friendly face to talk to, he caught sight of Polair, his dear, dear cr-- FRIEND. Friend, She didn't seem the type to be here, given their conversations from shopping. So what was she doing here in this club? And what... WHY was Cerpin pulling her up to the dance floor? Something dark came over his expression, and he squeezed his arm tightly.
Why was he talking to Polair? Did he know Polair? How well did he know her? Were they friends? Were they...
She was saying something to him, but Mahmud couldn't make out the words. The club was far too loud for that. This horrible, stupid, STUPID club he helped build and for what? For Polair to go talk to... talk to HIM? Mister flashy pants, fancy shirt stupid-face teenager? "Excuse me... it was nice seeing you both." he briskly said, walking further into the dance floor.
What in the name of twin moons was wrong with him? Why was he getting so mad at Cerpin? Granted, when it came to their relationship Mahmud really didn't know what to think or feel half the time. Never before did he feel that sort of anger though, even on the day they met. On top of that heaping pile of of suck sandwich was a sinking feeling of inferiority. Coming here had been a mistake, invited or not. The more and more he pushed through throngs of trolls, the deeper and deeper that realization sank in. Nobody here was as young as he was. Everybody was having a good time without him. Even the people he cared deeply about had far better things to do than spend time with him, would rather spend it with each other.
Well, he wasn't going down without a fight.
Reaching the stage once Cerpin and Polair's number was done, Mahmud did his best to compose himself. "May I have a turn? Thanks." Regardless of Cerpin's reply, he plucked the microphone and went up choose a song. Under a normal circumstance, he would have chosen some Alternian Slam Poetry to perform, or you know... not perform at all. But desperate times called for desperate measures. If Cerpin could sing his shitty feelings out, Mahmud could too. Sort of.
The second he reached the stage, and the catchy electronic beat started up, he regretted all of these life choices he just made. Why did he do this? What emotional urge drove him to this point? Oh gog, why why WHY WHY WHY. With a shaky breath, he began to sing out on stage. Unlike Cerpin, he certainly had no stage presence. Instead of walking around and dancing, he instead stood in one place, staring at his feet while singing. "Now is the time and place, Blast off to space! If my pity is ever spurned, All of the stars will burn and never return, never return!"
Once he was done his song, Mahmud didn't even stick around the stage long enough to hear if they were jeering or cheering, instead shoving the microphone into the next troll's hand and hopping off stage. Face full of shame, he raised his head to look at Cerpin and Polair, before looking back down at the ground and itching at his arms again. "T-t-thank y-y-you..."
Being a kid was hard. It was hard, and nobody seemed to understand all the mixed emotions that came with it.
I am so sorry for everything involved in this post. I truly, truly am. I am also sorry to be tagging this many people because lord knows even if they are mentioned in passing reference I wanna make sure you're all acknowledged sobs.
Her giggling had been really cute. He felt a little awkward now that she'd calmed some, and it was only then that he'd noticed the brownblooded kid next to them, seeming slightly startled and just a little bit bad for not having noticed them before. He'd offered them an even more awkward wave, but he didn't seem focused talking to either of them at that moment. He excused himself and left, Zindel spared him a glance before his attention turned back to the girl in front of him. "Me?" He seemed thrown off. "Uh, I came for a good time, I guess. Got a card from the owner inviting me. Wasn't really doing anything. Invited a friend but they haven't seemed to arrive yet." Zindel glanced behind him cautiously, then glanced back at her question. "Aha. I don't sing. I do dance though." He smiled a little, clapping as the dance between Cerpin and the other troll onstage finished and the... Kid...? The kid from earlier was onstage. He hadn't expected such a quiet kid to have the-- Oh, there it was. He was standing still and looking down. Zindel opened his mouth and closed it. He sounded so hesitant and nervous and just not okay with singing or being in front of a crowd. He watched the spectacle with slight amusement.
He definitely had to give him points for trying. He wasn't a bad singer, but his performance was simply terrible. There had to be a reason he was doing that, however. No one just up and did something so stupid for no reason, especially with that much reluctance. Thankfully, there was a small crowd. "Uhh, huh. Maybe I'll go up too." He said lightheartedly, cracking a smile as he watched him scratch his arms and felt secondhand embarrassment for him. If he'd known him, he would've tried to help. But Zindel knew better than to get into situations that didn't involve him. So he turned his attention back to the girl at the counter. "What's available to drink? I'd like to order something. What do you recommend?"
Doutei
Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 5:22 pm
Eostre heard of the club through the grapevine, some underground thing in Chittentown, and though she loathed the city with all her pumpbiscuit, she couldn't resist the allure. A seedy club with a hemoanon dress code? She didn't have anything better planned to celebrate the new sweep, and finding some fresh faces would be fun. Plus... it was karaoke night apparently.
A hemoanonymous dress code severely limited her choices for some of her favorite outfits, but she managed to find something nice. Sheer was in this season, so she wore a cropped blouse with a sheer, lacy covering and black shorts with a matching sheer overlay to her shirt, both adorned with tiny white silk flowers. Eostre picked out her favorite shiny mary janes, and a pair of black gloves, and a hat. And she couldn't wear her signature eyeliner either, so she just opted for plain black. Black on gray and white and black. She frowned a bit on how plain she would look, but hoped she managed to make it a real Look.
When she entered the club she took one of the offered veils and attached it to her hat, letting it obscure her face partially. While she wasn't particularly concerned about being identified at the club, she also didn't want to cause any trouble at a party where she was hoping to relax in. Or maybe get some information. Whatever. She took a seat at the bar, crossing her legs daintily at the stool and resting her elbow on the table. She glanced around the club, watching people sing and dance, the bright strobing lights, everything. She'd go up to sing or dance or make out eventually but she wanted to see what kind of girls were here at the club first, besides the bartender. "Can I get a water with a lemon?" she asked with a smile. Her eyes glanced at the other troll at the bar, and she'd recognize those poofy pants anywhere. Interesting.
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eostre wants a drink too
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 12:53 pm
Cerpin pulled Polair to the stage, placing his hands on her hips to guide her movements during his performance. She protested, obviously annoyed, but it wasn't like he could just stop the middle of a show. This was a party! He vaguely remembered inviting her to it but the detail that he had flat out tricked her seemed to have slipped his mind. Hey, he was a busy man running a nightclub and a rebel space program. These things slipped through the cracks sometimes. Was that Fellah out there? He'd have to try and snag the troll later to share a beer or something. Teasing the humble redblood was always fun.
"You don't know what you're talking about, you did great! I bet you'd be even better on the pol-" He laughed as the music ended, pulling Polair to the side of the stage to make some small talk. She was scantily clad, as usual, but it actually seemed to fit the atmosphere for once. Cerpin had no problems with the fact that Polair didn't care much for clothes but sometimes, the rest of the world seemed to have opinions. Nobody could give her crap in here though. He was about to ask if she wanted to sing when another troll snatched the microphone out of his hands and launched into a song. What the ********? It was Mahmud?! Cerpin had thought the idea of being on stage in front of dozens of eyes directed at him would give Mahmud a mental breakdown. Hey, maybe the guy's social anxieties were starting to get better! Or maybe he was secretly very talented at th-
Wow, okay, this was actually really bad. Cerpin cringed at how uncomfortable Mahmud looked and sounded. The song wasn't bad but it couldn't be any more obvious that the boy was majorly regretting taking the mic.
"Wooooo! What a funky song! Good for dancing, am I right? Next singer, come on up!" Once the song was over, Cerpin dashed to join Mahmud and do some damage control. He grabbed the brownblood's wrist and yanked him to the side of the stage where Polair was, hiding the following conversation from view of the audience.
"Dude, are you okay? I mean, props for going out there and all but like... you alright, man?" He wanted to say 'never thought I'd see you up there in a million ******** years' but that would probably not help Mahmud. Still, the boy had put a lot of work into building the very building they were in and Cerpin liked the guy. He couldn't just ditch Mahmud if the guy was going through something weird. They were friends.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 8:55 pm
"Wait, I'm sor-" Tevini called after Mahmud but it was too late. He was gone. Feeling guilty, she watched him go and fell quiet, unsure of what to say now that the mood had become awkward. Thankfully, the stranger started things up again and took the burden off of her.
"A dancer, hm? Maybe he'll count that as okay." Tevini frowned, wondering what Cerpin would say. She wasn't surprised to hear about Cerpin's invitations, he was very much into social networking. Along with less savory methods of persuading others to attend. She didn't like to imagine it.
"We've got water, juice, mocktails- basically everything but hard drinks tonight." Tevini recited, as the boy inquired about the bar's options for the night. Since kids were in attendance, she'd insisted on keeping things sober in order to keep everyone relatively safe. Plus then there'd be less puke to clean up later, hopefully.
"Perhaps you'd like to try our Faux-jito. It's like a Mojito." Tevini suggested and just started making one, not knowing how to handle making the decision for him. Easily flustered in social situations, she was relieved when another troll appeared and took a seat. Maybe the two of them could get a conversation going and she could just jump in when she actually had something to say. The newcomer was certainly very pretty and guaranteed to get the attention of the young attractive man over her in this stupid outfit.
"Yes, here you both are!" Tevini squeaked as she placed the two finished drinks in front of Zindel and Eostre. That was... the lemon water for puff pants and faux-jito for flower girl, right?
((humiliates one customer, then mixes up the first two drink orders... customer service at it's finest))
That voice... That was Cerpin's. Holy stars, he dared to pull her in a dance after tricking her to come here!
"You..." She muttered displeased under her breath. That cynical time-consuming b*****d surely had a smug smirk plastered on his face. She could just imaging it... Unbelievable. How dare he trick her, how dare he use her time for something so ludicrous, so irrational? Something so... So...
Her mind stopped racing once Cerpin placed his hands on her hips and guided her to the beat of the music. That made her skin crawl, feeling something she couldn't quite describe. Surprisingly, she put little resistance, letting herself be moved around by the other as if she was a mere toy wishing to be manipulated-- played with. Of course she wasn't expecting this as this was an entirely new concept to Polair. Was it the way he normally swayed others into doing what he wanted or maybe something else? Maybe the beat had to do with is too?
Or maybe the way the sound quavered in and out of her body, making her skin crawl. It felt so... weird but a good kind of weird. Had she became more sensible to sounds? She didn't even have her bracelets on, so how did all these waves penetrated her skin? All these questions replaced everything she was going to say to him and left her speechless. Only moving the way he guided her, the way Cerpin wanted.
"H-huh?" The highblood said, blinking back to reality. Being pulled to the side didn't really help her stop feeling so.... weird. Really her face was beginning to feel hot. A fever? Really, now of all times? At least they stopped dancing in front of so many trolls and the sensation on her skin slightly decreased.
"I uh... Thank you." She cleared her throat. "Although you were the one pulling the strings. I merely kept up with you... You're the good dancer, I could tell it by the way you touched me." She blurted out. Maybe she should specify it was the way it felt. "Or guided me-- to word it properly." She said quickly right after.
Someone approached them, and she couldn't help but wonder... Was that Mahmud? His voice was unforgettable after their mall adventure. Oh so he wanted to sing! Good for him, she was absolutely sure he'd do just fi--
Woah. She could sense just how uncomfortable and stressed he was in his performance. But why put himself through such hell? Why do something so impulsive if it wasn't his cup of tea? Polair couldn't understand. She better ask him later. His number was over, Cerpin left her side and in a blink of an eye, they were both next to her then next second. She could've never guessed Cerpin actually knew him- or at least cared for this small child. Who couldn't though? He was just too sweet! But Mahmud probably felt overwhelmed by the whole thing. So she had to try to comfort him a bit.
"That was... Interesting." The highblood said with reassuringly. "I bet no one could do it the way do did." She crouched down to his size. Those platforms sure made her taller than she already was. "That was a lovely song. Surely with a bit more forethought, you could've showed off your skills."
The seadweller patted the child's fluffy head, whispering, "Are you ok? I'm here for you if you need anything." Polair really hoped he wasn't too shaken up by the whole experience.
Skyli Peep
sweet child u ok? ?????
Yamashii
pol kicks cerpin, this is probably his fault she ain't sure ahahaha
