[ come one come all ]

[foolsaround]

Who: Everyone and everyone!
What: A party to break everyone into mallowhallow and get them mingling
Where: Orlea
When: March 4th

[ you might have gotten a nice little text message in your communication device, telling you to come party in Orlea. There's all types of alcohol and non-alcoholic drinks, and a mixture of foods to snack on. the music is also pulsing and loud enough to get you wanting to dance.

the party will go on all night till the morning, so bring a date or just bring yourself ]

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[blueeyedflyboy]

[He sighs at the encouragement and keeps moving, his body relaxing a bit more, hips swinging a bit better. It was a wonder what a body could do when not locked up like that.]

Thanks.

[foolsaround]

Now you've got it.

See what happens when you relax?

[blueeyedflyboy]

Heh I suppose you're right.

[Because hey! He's dancing!

He looks at Tyler a moment, considering something, them decides against it.]

I may be bad at this, but I can sweep you off your feet in a waltz.

[Is he flirting? Or joking?]

[foolsaround]

A waltz?

Man, you probably could.

[blueeyedflyboy]

That's sort of what you get for growing up with a family like mine.

_{[He laughs, but it's embarrassed.]}

Balls, fancy parties, uptight people constantly judging you.

_{[Rich people problems.]}

And a personal tutor to make sure that you can sweep the girls off their feet.

_{[And, feeling goofy, he reaches forward and grabs Tyler, one hand on his waist, the other grabbing his hand, and spins him around a couple times, the beat in his head but still perfect timing.]}

[foolsaround]

[ he laughs when you do that, obviously enjoying the ride ]

And now you're here where there's none of that at all.

[blueeyedflyboy]

Exactly. It's a little disconcerting!

_{[He laughs and twirls Tyler once more before letting go and running a hand through his hair, trying to smooth the flyaway locks.]}

But I'm having fun, at least. I like not having all that pressure.

[foolsaround]

No pressure is the name of the game here.

[blueeyedflyboy]

It's really nice.

_{[Okay so he's just going to smile at you. And smile some more. He feels...welcome here, at least with Tyler and Reid.]}

I'm parched; I'm going to get more to drink. You want anything?

[foolsaround]

[ both tyler and reid like you. ]

Sure, grab me a beer.

[blueeyedflyboy]

<sub>[He blinks, then nods, remembering seeing bottles and cans with that word on it. Okay, he can do that, so he'll be right back.

With three different types of beer and something clear with fruit in it that smelled strongly of alcohol.]</sub>

I wasn't sure which type you wanted...

[foolsaround]

I'll take the Killians.

[ he grabs one of the bottles from your hand and pops the top off, taking a large gulp from it ]

[blueeyedflyboy]

_{[He chuckles and puts the other two bottles on the coffee table nearby, sipping happily at his mysterious liquid.]}

So what else do you do at these parties?

_{[He'll just...tilt his head at you. Curious. And looking like a puppy what the hell?]}

[foolsaround]

Find a somebody to make out with?

[blueeyedflyboy]

Well that's one thing that certainly isn't different. Finding someone...

<sub>[For a tryst, for marriage, to make out with. It's all the same to him. He glances suspiciously at a gaggle of giggling girls who are looking their way. Oh no. Nope. No.

He glances at Tyler.

Then decides that's a bad idea.]</sub>

[foolsaround]

Just have another beer, man.

[blueeyedflyboy]

_{[He smirks, holding up the half-empty cup.]}

This isn't beer.

<sub>[No, he'd found something stronger than beer. He considers for a moment before offering it to Tyler, the clean side, his head tilted a little.

He's still not liking how those girls are looking at them, so he shifts, turning his back on them.

Nope.]</sub>

[foolsaround]

Don't mind if I do.

[ he takes it and takes a giant swig from it ]

Boy, that's harsh.

[blueeyedflyboy]

Oh, come on. It's not that bad. You can't even taste the alcohol!

_{[Which meant you got drunk a lot faster than you realized. Balfour just laughed and shook his head, patting Tyler's shoulder. His fingers were still against the bottom of the cup, not quiet having let go, as if it hadn't really occurred to him--and it hadn't.]}

[foolsaround]

No, it's the perfect bad.

[ his face is a bit flushed and he doesn't notice that you still have a hold on the cup, but he's pretty okay with anything right now ]

[blueeyedflyboy]

You want to know another thing that's different about this party? That isn't a thing I can do at the parties at home?

_{[His voice is much softer, the teasing gone now. His hand doesn't move from Tyler's shoulder, nor the cup. He's frozen in place, his gaze locked on those too-familiar blue eyes.]}

[foolsaround]

I'm all ears, man.

[blueeyedflyboy]

<sub>[Balfour smiles, soft and sweet, and tugs the cup down, out of the way. He's not really thinking about what he's doing, just doing it. Which is why he's now pressing his lips against Tyler's carefully at first, just a brush, and then a little more firmly, the hand on his shoulder sliding to touch the back of his neck.

Oh. Oh. That's what everyone's on about.]</sub>

[foolsaround]

[ he pauses for a second while he registers that before he shrugs and just goes with it, kissing you back firmly ]

[blueeyedflyboy]

[Balfour lets out a noise that's almost pleading as the kiss is returned, his fingers curling against Tyler's neck, his lips parting just a bit. This was nice. Possibly creepy, but oh, just the kiss alone felt good. He wanted more.]