[img]http://i.imgur.com/WDVJyuu.png[/img] [b][u]Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala – Ground Floor (Dance Hall – Table at the Perimeter)[/u][/b] Tobias took one of the seats available besides Lucien, settling down into it after shaking the cute summoner’s hand and leaning forward, resting his chin upon his palm as he overlooked the developing party and the dancing that was occurring. He lifted one hand into the air and snapped his fingers, and within seconds a waitress had appeared with a tray of beverages resting upon it. No words even needed to be spoken before Tobias’ favourite drink was prepared and delicately placed in front of him, the waitress shuffling on as she continued her duties. "You must like parties-” Lucien began, and Tobias picked up his glass and swirled the contents about before bringing it to his lips to sip. At the same time, Lucien’s sentence didn’t miss a beat or period, and Tobias almost spat his drink back out immediately after. “-sooo you and Dylan? You guys used to be friends, yeah? What's up now, why the fallout, did you steal one of his paintings and sell it behind his back or something? They're really good." The patron hacked and sputtered, the drink having gone down the wrong hole. With one hand on his chest to catch himself, he looked back at Lucien, and then laughed heartily. “Ha ha ha! No, no I didn’t steal one of his paintings!” Tobias leaned back and laughed heartily. “But you are indeed right. He’s one of the… if not [i]the[/i] best painter I’ve ever seen. I have a few of his works in my collection- given, mind you- and if you’re ever curious to see them, I wouldn’t mind showing you.” Tobias smiled, and this time took a more delicate sip and looked back out over the dancing, and then with a wayward glance, at the drunk matter artist in question, still knocking back shots at the bar and talking enthusiastically to the barman. He was even beginning to twerk his body in all manner of directions in the exact same way Moira had. “No, me and Dylan, that was… that was my fault.” Tobias looked downfallen and looked away, staring at the bubbles in his champagne. “Something that was all my fault and which Dylan didn’t deserve… or that I deserve forgiveness for. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would, but of course that’s impossible. It’s too late for forgiveness.” He sighed. But, with a twitch on his lips, he forced another smile. “Would you care to dance, Lucien? Or see Dylan’s paintings?” --------------- [img]http://i.imgur.com/9qAfFLn.png[/img] [b][u]Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala – Ground Floor (Dance Hall - Dance Floor)[/u][/b] “Oh please, Lute,” Rose smiled, enjoying the rather cute way Lute blushed and stammered about her. She took his hand the way he offered, and she nodded in the affirmative. “See, you’ve got the stance down right. The rest isn’t too hard. Let me lead the way.” Lute was snatched off his feet by surprise again, this time succeeding in not falling to the ground on his behind, but only thanks to Rose clutching his hands tightly. She led him over the dance floor, joining the throng of dancers in moving one step there and another step here, effortlessly gliding from one foot to the other. Lute could hardly believe it. “The only thing you need to be careful of,” Rose commented during mid-waltz. “Is of your partner’s feet. But- no, Lute, look up,” The bashful virtuoso looked back up at Rose, terrified of making an even worse spectacle of himself and hurting his partner in the process. “But I have everything in control here, and you don’t need to worry.” Indeed Rose did. Every time it seemed as though Lute might accidently misstep onto the Student Council President’s feet (of which those times were scarce and infrequent) she would effortlessly glide or sidestep her feet out of the way, as if there wasn’t a single fault. In time, much to Lute’s own disbelief and surprise… he was actually getting it. Rose’s lips grew into a wider smile. “See, Lute? You’re getting the hang of it. You’re actually a wonderful dancer!” Around them, the stares of many male patrons watched the pair dancing, and glared at Lute as he not only got the chance to dance with their idol, but make her smile and happy in the process. Each of them fixed him such a stare as if they wished they could stab a dagger into his back. And in the inverse, all of the other female members of the Party, from those watching from the sidelines or even those already with a dance partner regarded Lute more differently. They looked at the handsome man with hearts in their eyes, wishing they too could dance with him. And, as soon as his and Rose’s waltz was over, they intended to charge at him to be the first. Charlotte wanted nothing more then to dance with her puppy. “Here, Lute,” Rose grinned. “You take the lead.”