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Post by Elladan on Sept 25, 2005 23:13:20 GMT -5
He laughed openly now, blushing slightly as he downed the last of his second and began the third. His veins tingled, buzzing with excitement and activity, urging his to join her in her obnoxious jig.
”I think that you should know, my dear maid, that our playful antics are about to begin." he annouced, grabbing his ale and leaping gracefully upon the table himself and, after regaining his balance, interlocking his arm with her own. He joined in the little jig, soon bouncing along with the beat as though he had known such a dance all his life.
A few voices intermingled with the claps and taps, all blending in to add a few spritely lyrics to the harmonious mix. Soon most of the crowd had joined in, clapping and singing, some even taking to their feet themselves, though none joined in on the table top dancing. Cyrus could only laugh playfully, adding his own voice in once he got the hang of the lyrics, and taking big gulps in between.
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Post by Arwen on Sept 25, 2005 23:28:16 GMT -5
Lynn moved quickly forward, shaking her head lightly in mild humour as both moved upon the table, and took most of the things from their table.
"Lady Lynn, Lady Lynn, one of those drinks please, I must have another if I am to ever loosen up a little more, will you pass one up here?"
"I don't believe you could be much looser, but I will give you your ale, in any case," the woman replied, tossing another tankard directly upward with a spin so that it stayed balanced--a much practiced trick.
Lomadia offered the barmaid an appreciative glance, then downed that drink before the dance was over, performing the former actions with as much ease as when she had not been drinking. Talented lass, wasn't she. And then, heaven forbid, as the clapping died away at the end of their jig, she heaved an awful belch, and moved out of her lock-armed position with Cyrus to the other end of the table, dropping the sturdy tankard onto the table close behind, aand stood in thought a moment, eyes glazed. Yup, she was drunk quite well this time. A hiccup, and then her arms were swinging and her feet were moving at so high a speed no clapping would be heard unless it be half-time with her steps. It was a familiar dance, though difficult even for the elves, and one man with some knowledge of pitch began to give a bass line for the music that would have accompanied the feat of a dance. Clapping did ensue, though slower than the dance was, as aforementioned, and shouts were given at various places of pause. "Come, Cyrus, let's see your half-blood feet pull this one, my friend!" were her only words, a gleam of challenge in her drunken eyes.
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Post by Elladan on Sept 26, 2005 1:04:08 GMT -5
He took the challenge without word or question, downing the last of his ale as he took to the rhythm. He threw the tankard beside Lomadia’s, and took the fourth that the barmaid offered, careful not to spill a morsel, even while at his dance. Ahh, now here was a tricky jig, foot fancy indeed…
“Let us see you full blooded feet keep up with my hybrid breed, eh?” he shouted, slightly slurring his speech. Perhaps it was best not to take any more ale in...
BOOM! Ouch. Cyrus toppled over, knocking two chairs down as he tumbled his way down to the floor. He groaned, looking up in weary agitation, trying to focus on what had just happened and where, in fact, he even was, but this pain perceptive response soon passed, and he was back on his feet in no time. He leaptweakly back on to the table and began once again, in his oblivious state of mind, to dance. Fool.
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Post by Arwen on Sept 26, 2005 1:09:04 GMT -5
As soon as Cyrus fell, Lomadia froze, one foot swaying in the air as her body rocked, eyes wide. And then, before she or anyone else could move to his rescue, he was on his feet again, and then the table. She doubled over at her position on the table, laughing wildly at his actions before slipping off for another tankard. She downed her fifth and felt the complete effects of the ale. She was not one who drank often, so it took quicker effect on her than most elves, but still longer than some. Cyrus seemed only a little behind on the consumption and ahead on the effect. She hiccuped again, wiped her mouth, and was on the table once more, this time swinging her legs up after sitting on it. She watched his footwork a moment, shook her head, and took his same steps, only faster, and adding wild spins. How'd he like that?
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Post by Elladan on Sept 26, 2005 12:43:28 GMT -5
How would he like that? He joined it, adding some delicate tricks of his own, flipping, even, in his dare-devil insanity. His feet might not move as fast, but he certainly made up for it. How he accomplished such feats, in such a small space with such injuries as he sustained, remained a mystery, but was fun to watch regardless. His hands were clapping, his voice singing, and his feet dancing such as they had never done before, and probably would never do again.
His fourth drink, having spilled when he fell, had been replaced, and was presently being finished off. Had he ever been so drunk in public? Honestly, he wouldn't remember, even if he had. All the better, and all the more fun. He did another flip, landing elegantly up the table, eyes firey and challenging, though glazed with drunkeness. What a night, what a night...
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Post by Arwen on Sept 26, 2005 13:22:58 GMT -5
She raised her brows at his quick manuevers, especially the flips, and shook her head slightly with a smile turning the corner of her lips upward, disbelieving through her drunkenness. Lomadia was definately intoxicated. She was leaping in the air now, kicking her legs out in awesome feats of flexibility, and then pulled a flip of her own, almost over-rotating as she landed in the edge of the table, then lept backwards to another of her own. There she danced and spun, clapped and yelled until the spotlight was no longer called for and she lept back again to the former table, grabbing one of Cyrus' flailing hands in hers, then the other, and begining to dance the dance in a partnerly manner, testing him with her glazed eyes. Wasn't there someone with an instrument around here? Oh well. Now the test was truly wrought--who could go longest without stepping on the other's feet?
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Post by Elladan on Sept 26, 2005 18:40:18 GMT -5
Cyrus grinned brilliantly, eyes cast down upon his feet as he attempted to keep up with the tempo. He spun her around, then spun himself, picking up the pace as he went along. As for instruments, surely a flute or two had joined, pipes, and perhaps even a lute, though Cyrus was in no mind to distinguish anything. His eyes were as large dimes, deep pools of ebony with their phoenix iris’ burnishing with drunkenness. He cast his glance about, almost giggling. Now, how was he going to dance and drink as he was dancing at the moment? A craving for the stuff began to grow on him. Normally the poor boy was reserved and careful with his drink, but he had gone past his limit. He wanted more.
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