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[open] PUT ON YOUR DANCING SHOES
who | Everyone, students and staff alike!
what | An opening mixer to celebrate the beginning of the school year.
when | Friday, September 16th, 1921
where | The Great Hall.
summary / warnings | Everyone is invited to put on their glad rags and strap on their mary-janes for a night of music, dancing, light refreshments and polite socialization. Please warn for language, etc in individual threads.
It's a beautiful, crisp September evening, and outside the wind blows gently, rustling crisp leaves and sending piles of them scattering across the stone courtyard. It might be chilly outdoors, but inside, the Great Hall is warm and inviting.
The crystal chandeliers overhead have been lit with hundreds of candles, sending warm light dazzling over the walls and the marble floor, and up on the dais at the far end, a jazz band is playing lively music, the trumpet and saxophone underscored by steady drums and the thrum of the upright bass.
Students and staff alike have turned out in their best fall fashions; hair has been pin-curled all afternoon in preparation, the ladies' dorms abuzz with hot irons and hairpins and pressed powder--the gentlemen's, with spit-shined shoes and starched bow-ties and the scent of hair grease.
The cooks have been hard at work in the kitchen; along one wall are lined table filled with fancy canapés, bowls of sweet punch (non-alcoholic, of course!), sweets, and various other fancy foods. Students stand near these tables making chitchat while taking a break from dancing, mingling with their classmates and maybe making new friends while they're at it.
The center of the room is filled with lively dancers, rich and poor kids alike showing off the newest dance craze--mainly the Charleston, though it's yet to earn that name as the song won't be released for another two years--as well as the foxtrot and the waltz, when the music allows for it. Shoes click smartly against the marble floor, beads and tassels fly, and curls bounce as students let off the last bit of steam before the semester begins on Monday.
As the night goes on, the punch and canapés are gradually replaced by hot chocolate and cider and slices of pie for dessert, as a last treat before the evening inevitably draws to a close and students are shuffled off to bed--though some may choose to linger, or sneak around the empty school after-hours, if they're daring and not quite ready to sleep.
what | An opening mixer to celebrate the beginning of the school year.
when | Friday, September 16th, 1921
where | The Great Hall.
summary / warnings | Everyone is invited to put on their glad rags and strap on their mary-janes for a night of music, dancing, light refreshments and polite socialization. Please warn for language, etc in individual threads.
It's a beautiful, crisp September evening, and outside the wind blows gently, rustling crisp leaves and sending piles of them scattering across the stone courtyard. It might be chilly outdoors, but inside, the Great Hall is warm and inviting.
The crystal chandeliers overhead have been lit with hundreds of candles, sending warm light dazzling over the walls and the marble floor, and up on the dais at the far end, a jazz band is playing lively music, the trumpet and saxophone underscored by steady drums and the thrum of the upright bass.
Students and staff alike have turned out in their best fall fashions; hair has been pin-curled all afternoon in preparation, the ladies' dorms abuzz with hot irons and hairpins and pressed powder--the gentlemen's, with spit-shined shoes and starched bow-ties and the scent of hair grease.
The cooks have been hard at work in the kitchen; along one wall are lined table filled with fancy canapés, bowls of sweet punch (non-alcoholic, of course!), sweets, and various other fancy foods. Students stand near these tables making chitchat while taking a break from dancing, mingling with their classmates and maybe making new friends while they're at it.
The center of the room is filled with lively dancers, rich and poor kids alike showing off the newest dance craze--mainly the Charleston, though it's yet to earn that name as the song won't be released for another two years--as well as the foxtrot and the waltz, when the music allows for it. Shoes click smartly against the marble floor, beads and tassels fly, and curls bounce as students let off the last bit of steam before the semester begins on Monday.
As the night goes on, the punch and canapés are gradually replaced by hot chocolate and cider and slices of pie for dessert, as a last treat before the evening inevitably draws to a close and students are shuffled off to bed--though some may choose to linger, or sneak around the empty school after-hours, if they're daring and not quite ready to sleep.
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She tilts her head slightly and rubs her cheek with her forefinger. It's only now she realizes that her stomach has been rumbling, and probably figures it shouldn't be ignored any longer.
"...I guess. Can't tell which is salty and which isn't, though."
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"You misunderstood. I like it when it's more salty." she says, and scoots closer towards him. "Doesn't matter what it is, so long as it has a nice, generous amount."