Birthday on the high seas

[tactilelearner]

Who: Spades and friends
Where: The Sun and other associated Spade ships
When: September 27th
What: Rogue is turning 18. Keimi organized a birthday party to her.
Warnings: Alcohol use, language, will be updated as necessary
Style: Any
Status: Closed to crew and invitees and friends

Birthday party -- Spade and Strawhat style. There will be headings for specific areas! Comment under the headings, make your own, do whatever. Tag around, threadjack, etc to your heart's content.

Comments

[seakingbait]

[And without hesitating, Keimi gives Rogue a great big hug.]

I'm so glad you like it!

[tactilelearner]

[The hug, despite how covered up she is, makes Rogue tense just a little. After all, she's aware of the danger.

But, no. There's no contact. So she smiles a bit and only half returns it.]

I do. A lot.

[seakingbait]

Oh! Um, sorry. I probably shouldn't have done that.

[tactilelearner]

Nah, it's okay. [She smiles nonetheless.] Just not used t' people doin' it, that's all.

[seakingbait]

I'll be more careful, promise.

[Smile.]

[tactilelearner]

I jus' don' want you gettin' accidentally hurt, okay?

[seakingbait]

Okay.

[So she'll just offer Rogue one of her hands.]

Wanna dance?

[tactilelearner]

[And Rogue flashes a smile, taking the hand in her gloved one.]

Love to.

[seakingbait]

[And with a spin, the music takes over and she begins to move with the music.]

[tactilelearner]

[Rogue is quick to join in, shifting back into her moves. Or Kitty's moves. Or... whatever they are at this point.

It's fun. That's all she cares about.]

[seakingbait]

[She watches Rogue move, trying to follow her lead.]

I've never seen anyone dance like this before, it's neat.

[tactilelearner]

[And Rogue notices, shifting her movements a little to keep them a little repetitive. Just for the sake of letting Keimi observe and imitate.]

It's how a lot of people dance where I'm from.

[seakingbait]

[She keeps her eyes on Rogue's hips. My, do they move a lot, but at least Keimi has no need to concern herself with footwork.]

It's really pretty. Most people back home dance a lot more... roughly.

[Then again, when you make a living as a waitress for drunk pirates, you tend not to see much grace.]

[tactilelearner]

What y' dance like where I'm from? Depends a lot on the music an' where you're dancin'.

[seakingbait]

Like dance clubs? There's a dance club where I work back home, in the Mermaid Cafe.

[tactilelearner]

Yeah, like dance clubs. We got a lot where I'm from.

[seakingbait]

I'd like to see a human dance club, one day.

[tactilelearner]

They're pretty fun. I have t' be careful in 'em, can' get too close t' anyone. But I love goin'.

[seakingbait]

Really? Why is that?

[Wasn't getting close part of dancing?]

[tactilelearner]

Can' risk touchin' someone an' hurtin' 'em.

[And because dancing -- and that threat -- always reminded her of Cody. Which scared her half to death.

Not to mention the concert in even more recent memory.]

[seakingbait]

Oh.

[Come on, Keimi. You can be more observant than that. She'll try not to be disappointed in herself.]

Well if you ever want a dance partner, let me know, okay?

[tactilelearner]

I will.

[Because it's nice to think about.]

Maybe we can find one in this place. Do that on our weekend away, huh?

[seakingbait]

We may need to make it a week at this rate.

[Not that she would mind it.]

[tactilelearner]

Might need it.

'Specially with who knows what's comin' next.

[seakingbait]

A nice long vacation, hopefully.