we just wanna see ya - dun dun dun - shake that.

[aroyaldouche]

the ❝ P A R T Y ❞ meme

Hey there, good looking. Welcome to the largest open invitation party of the year; The Forty-Fifth Annual Charity Ball, hosted by the Freys at their twin ballrooms.

...no, that was last year, and everyone knows that party sucked. This year is significantly better, with a large ball room, expensive catering tables, three open bars, the world class band The Rains of Castameres, and many familiar or famous people to chat up. Get to talking, get to heavy petting in the coat closet, get drunk.

In the game of socialite ettiquette, you mingle or you die.

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R U L E S;
o1. Post a comment with your character's name, preference, etc.
o2. Tag around.
o3. Mingle.
04. Profit.

Comments

[dancingdragon]

[She makes those turns look effortless, even with the distraction of him. Being near him is like being drunk.] Probably. But I'll tell them I'm sleeping over with Asha Greyjoy or something. Or Jon. He covers for us a lot, actually. [She giggles a little at that. She's pretty sure that if Rhaegar were to call around one night, seven out of ten of her friends would say she was at their place.]

[ensangrentado]

[He gives her a little grin.] You have quite the... how you say... method.

[Drogo raises an eyebrow as he continues guiding her about the floor.]

Do you fear your brothers so much?

[dancingdragon]

I don't fear them. [There's a little flash of fierceness there, but it passes quickly.] They're just nosy bitches. And Viserys is an idiot. They think I'm five years old, I don't need them up in my business.

[ensangrentado]

[Drogo likes that fierceness in her. That touch of fire.]

You are far from a child. [His eyes run over her for a moment, seeing every bit the woman.] Perhaps you should move out.

[dancingdragon]

Yeah, and make Rhaegar freak out and be all disappointed at me? [She shakes her head a little.] That house needs a woman. Rhaegar's too old to get married and god knows Viserys can't keep a girl to save his life.

[ensangrentado]

So you mean to play house with them for the rest of your life? It seems to me that the lack of women is your brothers' problem rather than yours.

LOL did you steal that from my muselist or come up with it independently

[dancingdragon]

[That takes her off-guard a little. Does she? Of course she doesn't, that's ridiculous. But...does she? Is that basically what she's saying?]

It's my problem as long as I don't have anywhere else to be. And I don't think it's anyone else's business where I choose to live or what I choose to do. [Including yours.]

Independently. XD I don't even know if you mean the icon or something in the tag.

[ensangrentado]

And if you had somewhere else to be? [He raises his eyebrows slightly.]

[Her statement is a little pointed, but Drogo chooses to ignore it. He may not be able to tell her what to do or where to live, but considering that she has been sneaking around to see him, he feels entitled to an opinion. If it were up to him, there would be no sneaking.]

lmao her quote on my muselist is "I'm not gonna play house with my brothers for the rest of my life"

[dancingdragon]

Then I'd deal with it then. [She doesn't look up at him, casting her gaze around the room and across the floor. He's entitled to whatever she says he's entitled to -- that fierceness can be turned on him just as easily as Rhaegar.]

LOL, no wai!

[ensangrentado]

I could give you somewhere else to be. [She can make of that what she will.]

http://calmyourshit.dreamwidth.org/791.html WAY.

[dancingdragon]

[She resists the urge to roll her eyes as she looks up at him.] How long have we even known each other? [The answer is longer than Dany realizes. Time flies.]

My mind is blown. That is an awesome muselist, btw

[ensangrentado]

Long enough. [He is not joking about this, as sudden an idea as it may be. Drogo would not mind having her with him or setting up a place for her to live.]

thank you! it's altered from a game castlist thing i found on IJ

[dancingdragon]

Not by my standards. [She shakes her head a little as she looks away again.] I'm not moving in with you anytime soon. We're not even an official anything.

[ensangrentado]

[What is an official anything? Drogo's English is pretty good, but he is not sure he follows that. Some of his confusion shows on his face.]

You would like to be an official anything?

[dancingdragon]

If I did, we would be. [LIE. She totally wants to be an official something. But she's annoyed at him right now, and it makes her petulant.]

[ensangrentado]

Is that so? [He raises his eyebrows a little, giving her an amused look.]

It requires only your say so?

[dancingdragon]

And some persuasion. But that's easy. [Totally casual.]

[ensangrentado]

Perhaps.

How easy depends on what makes an official anything.

[dancingdragon]

Nah. Still easy.

[ensangrentado]

We will see about that. Should you ever decide to persuade me.

[dancingdragon]

[God damn it, Drogo. She's trying to be stubborn, stop being charming and making her want to smile.]

I guess we will.

[ensangrentado]

[Never.]

It is a shame we cannot put your words to the test. I would like to see this persuasion.

[dancingdragon]

Maybe one day you will. [Fuck you for making her smile.]

[ensangrentado]

One day, then. [He smiles back at her, looking a little pleased with himself.]

[dancingdragon]

I should slap that look off your face, you douchebag. [She doesn't look especially likely to do it.]