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[righteously]

WHO: Various!
WHERE: The Aerie
WHEN: July 2512 (November 2020)
WHAT: Consolidated Event Threads
NOTES OR WARNINGS: extreme violence, angst, adult language, potentially explicit content.

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[righteously]

( There's a lot he could say about being worse. A lot more he can say about that bet, except that it brings him up just a little short. Throws him off his game for a second, flustered, but then he's right back in. )

Sometimes.

( He agrees with a noncommittal shrug, glancing over at the dancing couple. )

You put on the right slow song, or you pass out enough shots.

( And then back to Cas with a pointedly arched eyebrow. Why? You plan on asking? )

[unwings]

[ cas nearly misses the pointedly arched brow, watching the couple casually swaying with a soft, whisper of a smile. there isn't a lot of openly expressed affection and happiness in the Volary, or the Cotillion, or the Company. it's stiff, cold. this place is warm - human.

but cas blinks back in time to catch it, looking a little like bambi in the headlights as he realizes the spot he'd just put himself in. uuuuh. maybe? ]

I, um. I think more shots are in order. [ his attention drags back down to the glass in front of him, murmuring before taking a sip from it. ] Before that.

[ it seems sweet, a simple and easy form of casual intimacy. cas is a little envious of the freedom the people here have in connecting and enjoying each other, but he's not exactly a dancer. he's an academic, raised by strict, harsh parents, who did not often hold hands or snuggle or, god forbid, dance - slow or otherwise. maybe he'd feel silly doing it, maybe he just needs more alcohol in his blood first. ]