http://kira-galliard.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] kira-galliard.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] estdeus_innobis2012-03-17 12:03 am

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{Early Evening- Tuesday, 29th June ~ Day 394}
{Crossroads DanceHall}


Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive
And the world turning inside out, yeah
And floating around in ecstasy, so
Don't stop me now
Don't stop me
'Cuz I'm having a good time, having a good time


It is finally time to open the doors.
The lights are on- thanks to a couple folks from the fair who came out to help me with 'em. And the musics' done warming up now- sounds of instruments tuning and and the player's psyching each other up have given over to songs playing and feet stomping along.
A few brave souls have opened the dancing and there are mostly smiles all around.

So far so good.

A lot of the younger set know me by now from hiring them for the clean-up, and I put up some signs around town, so hopefully we'll have a good turn out.
And now that the greater part of the haying is done, people are in a good mood. People like to dance and come out and see each other when they're happy. Even in a strange town like this that holds true.

Smooth my skirt as I circle the floor towards the drink stand. I'll probably take a few turns of my own tonight, but mostly my job is to meet people who don't know me yet and get them to like me enough to come back. If the night continues like this, I do think it'll turn out fine.

The band starts another song, and I find my smile is genuine.

(The DanceHall is open to all! Come on in and have fun!)

[identity profile] jaeresteade.livejournal.com 2012-03-19 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
I stay close to her after the song ends, more than a little worked up. She laughs as she answers me. Oh. Well, then. I nod quick. "You've done a good job, ma'am."

I lead her off the floor but don't cling, sure she wants to mingle, being the owner and all. When she asks, I find myself wondering what working for Verdi would be like, even as I shake my head. "Not hers, the Whitechapel." I've certainly been wishing I didn't work there lately.

"Thank you for the dance," I tell her, when it seems like she wants to be getting on. Maybe I can catch her for another one later tonight.