[Planescape] Squaring the Circle Redux - IC

[Serpenteye]

Kiaros, while looking trough the crowd, happens to meet Blade's eyes for a moment and percieves a glimmer of the hurt inside her. He turns back to the crowd, and if he happens to see the barmaid looking at him he smiles reassuringly towards her. Then he once again looks at Blade. "I'm drunk enough to dance to this music. How about you?" He grins cockily, "I hold no fear for your blades, and this body that I'm in has been a very bad tiefling." He rises unsteadily and holds out his hand to her, bowing slightly, "May I have your hand for this dance, my Lady."


ooc: Sorry about the "mind-reading", Isida, let me know if you mind and I can edit this post.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Vlad shrugs off the imp, his good humor broken by the drunken leer and batting of eyes. He scowls irritably. "When was the last time you saw a Dustie dance? Savor the memory. This won't be the next time." He returns to his porter.

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

Slightly tipsy from the strong wine already, there is not much needed to convince Zoe for a dance, however an imp is not exactly someone she considers as a dancing partner and therefore she just shrugs at them and starts looking around for someone more suitable... and not too weird...

The imp looks hurt when Zoe casts around for someone else to dance with, ignoring him. Leaping agilely on top of the table, he plants himself in front of Zoe, his little wings flapping in agitation. "Waz the matter? I'm not imp enough for ya? Don't wanna be consortin' with smaller fiends, that it?" he demands, a tad belligerently. His tone turns fawning and obsequious, "Awwww, come on, pretty lady, jus' one dance..." he wheedles.

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

Vlad shrugs off the imp, his good humor broken by the drunken leer and batting of eyes. He scowls irritably. "When was the last time you saw a Dustie dance? Savor the memory. This won't be the next time." He returns to his porter.

"Spoilsport," the imp mutters petulantly as she turns away, her stinger-capped tail lashing as if it longed to bury itself in flesh. "Was only trying to be friendly-like." She flaps over to Donner, who appears to be enjoying the music and tugs at his sleeve instead. "How 'bout a dance, cutter?" she smiles at him, baring a mouth full of tiny sharp teeth.

The githyanki cheer those who have joined the imps, stomping and roaring their approval as they continue their song, while the surrounding bar patrons look on with varying degrees of amusement.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Kiaros, while looking trough the crowd, happens to meet Blade's eyes for a moment and percieves a glimmer of the hurt inside her. He turns back to the crowd, and if he happens to see the barmaid looking at him he smiles reassuringly towards her. Then he once again looks at Blade. "I'm drunk enough to dance to this music. How about you?" He grins cockily, "I hold no fear for your blades, and this body that I'm in has been a very bad tiefling." He rises unsteadily and holds out his hand to her, bowing slightly, "May I have your hand for this dance, my Lady."

*Blade is visibly startled when Kiaros asks her to dance, but gives him a full, brilliant smile, her bronze teeth glimmering faintly. She rises with fighter's grace, and takes his hand. Her dancing is a bit stiff and formal, and she's obviously concerned about skewering her partner, his protests to the contrary, but she's practiced this somewhat, as she's tried to practice all courtly skills.

"Thank you, kind sir," she says politely as the dance ends.

At least one is willing to chance me... even if it is a half-crazy ghost in the body of a demon-tainted murderer, she thinks wryly to herself.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Vlad ignores the imp's reproach and continues to drink. Where is Hrothgeat, anyhow? Perhaps he'd like to dance with the imp if Donner doesn't bite? Vlad smiles. "Hrothgeat?"

 

[deadestdai]

Smirking at Vlad's antics, Flaust positioned herself to get a clear view of the scene.

Dancin'!? Hmph! I hates dancin' anyways. An addled way of passin' the time if I ever heard.

Watching her pals and supping on her milk, Flaust made sure her tippsy pals weren't getting themselves into trouble.

 

[Serpenteye]

"Thank you, kind sir," she says politely as the dance ends.

"It was my pleasure," he says, bowing slightly, his eyes filled with mirth... and something else, probably intoxication. He returns to his place at the table, sucking on a small new wound on his lower arm. He had never danced with a creature like her before and the inherent danger made it so much more exhilarating. An alien thought drifts trough from his host, Such a perfect clean wound, like a razor's gash, somehow bespeaking feminine elegance. Ahh, to follow those blades and ridges over her body...
Kiaros laughs quietly to himself and supresses the thought. So it is this body, and not the excessive intake of alcohol, that is intensifying my sexuality. All these hormones, the red demon's blood. I should have known, I did know. Some appetites, some impulses always break trough the posession, living them out is half the fun.

 

[Ferrix]

"Spoilsport," the imp mutters petulantly as she turns away, her stinger-capped tail lashing as if it longed to bury itself in flesh. "Was only trying to be friendly-like." She flaps over to Donner, who appears to be enjoying the music and tugs at his sleeve instead. "How 'bout a dance, cutter?" she smiles at him, baring a mouth full of tiny sharp teeth.

The githyanki cheer those who have joined the imps, stomping and roaring their approval as they continue their song, while the surrounding bar patrons look on with varying degrees of amusement.

With a slightly startled look, Donner hops to his feet, followed by the cla-clank of his armor rattling into place, I mean who didn't wear a suit of fullplate everywhere they went? Grabbing up the imp in what some would tentatively call a polka hold and begins to flat foot the floogie with the imp.

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

Zoe gives in to the imp's entreaties and consents to have a brief round on the floor, since it soon becames apparent that the meaning of 'suitable' is quite generous here. Donner and another imp join them, along with Kiaros and Blade and several other patrons roped into the jig by the little creatures. The steps are lively and vigorous, though none too practiced, given the various levels of inebriation among many of the participants, and really quite amusing.

Afterwards, the imps give each of their partners a surprisingly gracious bow and the githyanki buy a round of drinks for all that participated before moving elsewhere in the tavern.

You are left in peace to drink and relax after that, and as the night wears on, the crowd slowly dwindles. Eventually, you retire to your respective rooms to get some rest (or otherwise, in Kiaros' case, when a quiet knock sounds on his door a few hours after antipeak). The rooms aren't terribly fancy but the linens are clean and the beds comfortable.

In the morning, the smells of breakfast and the clatter of feet in the hallways wake you, with the gray light that passes for day here in Sigil filtering through the windows of your room.

OOC: Thanee, since you're gone, I went ahead and had her agree; it was easier than raising a fuss. Hope you don't mind.