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When; Friday, June 19th
Rating; Variable
Characters; OPEN
Summary; All you swinging hepcats, come and dance the blues away!
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The Blue Light is it's typical hole in the wall self, except for the lights and the music, which are a little brighter and a little more upbeat, and the dance floor that's been cleared in the main room. But there are plenty of tables and chairs that have been pushed against the walls for when someone wants to take a break, and the bar is always available for anyone who may want a drink.

And Blue is passing through the crowds. Even though his staff is working tonight he seems to be doing every job; serving, bartending, playing, and even dancing a little and stopping to say hi to anyone who he may know.

He just hopes that everyone has a good time.

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She only means to stay a short while, introduce herself to her new staff, take a look around and leave. Truth be told, had she not told Blue she would make an appearance she wouldn't, not with Niko in the hospital, but Promise is not one to miss an arranged engagement.

And so she's here, mingling with the crowd and passing by the bar. With her long perfected party mask in place, no one can tell she desperately wants to be elsewhere.

Kay sits, enjoying the music even though he can't dance. He is alone, but in a considerably good mood compared to his usual. From what he's heard, Jadis was gone and he hadn't heard anything about Lumi in a long time either. Maybe the deities realized that the only acceptable amount of snow queens is 'zero'.

His table is open for anyone who wants to drink.

Rosella has been looking forward to this evening for quite a while now. She loves to dance, and has enjoyed swing in particular ever since Blue introduced her to it, so her plan for the evening is to dance as much as possible, as long as possible. Swing is about having fun, after all.

Still, her endurance does have its limits, and that's how she finds herself at an open table, sipping a soda and tapping her toes along with the music. She'll catch her breath for a few minutes, she thinks to herself as her gaze flickers over the crowd, and then find a partner and make her way back to the dance floor once again.

Blue spots Rosella when she wanders in, and while normally he would have gone to say hello right away, today he needs to take his time. After he's finished serving the table he was working on and then cleaning up after a spill, he hurries to Rosella's side, nudging her slightly when he approaches the blond princess.

"I'm so glad you came," he says with a smile, and a root beer prepared in hand. He opens it with a careful twist of his hand and hands her the bottle. "Here, have this, first."

Tony poured drinks and set them on the bar as fast as he was able to keep up. The place was lively and Tony was glad because Blue deserved a packed house and all, but he was a little tired already and the night had barely started.

He didn't feel too bad though. A nap ealier and some aspirin had taken care of the headache and he managed to keep up with orders and even take some time to tap his feet to the music. But Tony was just glad to watch the dancers whirling out on the floor. He had no desire to join them. Just watching made him dizzy.

Blue pauses by the bar where Tony is serving drinks and smiles when he sees Tony so hard at work. It's funny, to think of Tony as a single man, as not the man who was his friend a year ago. Of the person that took him in when he was in pain. Or without Lee. But Tony is younger and he seems so happy, so Blue doesn't worry about it too much. But he does like to see how hard Tony works and so he stops and slips a tin of caffeine mints from his vest pocket.

"Here," he says, with a small smirk. "I think you're going to need this." Blue had, in his past, taken something a little harder, but only a couple of times. Caffeine mints were pretty easy, and they were the key to the success of an all nighter, as Blue found out when he used to have to work them back in Fabletown.

At the nudge, Rosella glances up, and her face lights up in a smile. "Blue!" she says happily, accepting the drink. "Oh, thank you! You've really done a wonderful job with all this, you know. I can hardly make myself sit still!"

Blue laughs a little at that. "Well you look terrific," he assures her, because first thing is first. He notices how happy she is, and he ruffles her hair; not a lot, just a little bit. Just enough.

"You don't have to sit still! Go out and dance, I'm waiting to be impressed."

Tony sees Blue coming and opens his mouth to offer his boss a drink, as he's seen Blue run around all night seeming to be everywhere at once, but Blue beats him to it. A little startled by the gift, Tony has a brief flashback of someone else handing him a box of something they thought he was 'going to need' by the end of the night.

And then he shakes himself and remembers that this is Blue and his boss is not likely to try and get him hooked on smack. So he peeks inside the tin at the mints and places one on his tongue.

"Thanks," he says around the candy. "I'll get my second wind eventually."

Blue grins at Tony, and moves behind the bar to grab himself a small glass of tonic water. "I'm so pleased," he says, suddenly, and even though his smile has that slight hint of melancholia that it always does he seems genuinely pleased. It's such a nice night and everyone looks like they're having a good time, which isn't always something that happens at these events.

He looks over at Tony. "If you need a break, just let me know, I can man the bar while you take a breather."

She yelps at the hair-ruffling and bats lightly at his hands, her smile widening into a grin. "I will, I will! I just haven't picked my partner yet, silly."

She's teasing, though, and looking to see his reaction to that. Partner or not, she'll be out on the floor and dancing soon enough; the music is lively and she knows she won't be able to keep herself in her seat for long.

It's good to see Blue happy. It's a little infectious and Tony grins back, some of the weariness dissipating already as he stands up straighter.

"I'm good, go mingle and...schmooze, or whatever they call it."

And Tony fully expects Blue to win the contest as soon as it gets underway.

Blue eyes her for a moment. He really does think of Rosella as someone precious; he wouldn't say a sister, mostly because Fortune's favorite son doesn't have any, but like Sarah he sees her as someone lovely and precious, and his feelings towards her are definitely a sort of platonic love.

"Well, once you find him, if he puts his hand anywhere untoward, I have my sword in the back room." He's teasing back. Mostly.

Blue grins and puts his glass in the sink to get washed at the end of the night, and nods to Tony. "Thanks!" he says as he heads back out into the bar.

"You're still my favorite, anyway," Rosella laughs, sipping her drink. "But I'll be certain that any prospective partners of mine are duly warned."

She pauses, regarding Blue thoughtfully for a moment. It's become habit by now, checking on him; so much so that she barely realizes she does it anymore. Is he happy? Is he enjoying himself? It seems that way, tonight. "Managing all this won't keep you too busy to dance a little yourself, tonight, will it?"

Blue grins a little. "You haven't found a new favorite? I mean, you could, I'm sure that many men are lining up to have a chance to be your favorite." It's a joke, a good natured one.

Blue is enjoying himself, and he nods when she mentions dance. "Oh, well," he says, drawing it out a little, "I suppose I could find time, if you asked me."

She easily picks up on the joke, raising her eyebrows at him. "Oh, well, now that you mention it, Neil is getting rather good, you know. We've been practicing quite a bit for all this. Yes, if this keeps up, I think he might just turn out to be competition for you for the honor of being my favorite."

Her grin quickly turns into a look of mock-annoyance. "If I ask you?" she continues playfully. "Well! Since when is it the duty of the lady to ask her gentleman for a dance?"

Blue has been watching Rosella and Neil, and he's decided that if they decided to date, or court, that he wouldn't mind it very much. But he plays along anyway. "Well, then, I would have to duel him. To the death. Now I don't think he's had that much experience with a sword."

But at her comment he nods his head affably. "Well," he points out, "you're a modern woman, aren't you?"

"Perhaps not, but I'd be obliged to interfere on his behalf, which would even things out a little." Not that it would do much good anyway, in her opinion, since Rosella is fairly certain that if Blue really wanted to, he could easily manage to fight off the two of them at once. Fortunately, she's also fairly certain there'll never be a need to, either.

"I do endeavor to be, on occasion," she replies. "Would that be the appropriate course of action, then, for a modern woman in a situation like mine?"

"You know that's a very modern thing to offer," Blue says with a slight hint of teasing in his voice. But even that doesn't stop him from offering Rosella his hand.

"Well, you would take my hand and you would pull me on to the dance floor without another word," he explains. It's not that he wants Rosella to become a modern woman, per say, because in truth he's charmed by her own personal style and slightly old-fashioned manners.

"Goodness, I don't know if I can manage it without another word," she says with a laugh, but she's on her feet in an instant, taking the hand he offers her and pulling him toward the dance floor. The short rest was just what she needed, but now she's had time to catch her breath and she's ready to dance again.

"Just don't tell me that being a modern woman means I have to lead," she adds as she tugs Blue along. "You're much too good at it, yourself, and I know I couldn't compete!"

"I wouldn't make you lead." Blue pulls her into his arms, and smiles, and dances.

Promise saw one of the bartenders she hadn't met yet and gently eased her way over, flagging the young man down.

'Pleased' only begins to cover how Susan feels inside, not as a dance tutor but also as a party-goer. There was enough room for everyone to dance however they liked. Maybe she was musically bias. Swing is what these tunes called for. The contest hasn't begun yet, for now she sips soda in a glass with the help of a straw. That doesn't keep her from tapping her feet or swaying her mint green dress (http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/67/9/AAAAAkkaSFkAAAAAAGebeA.jpg?v=1187990216000) from side to side.

Tony had noticed the elegant young woman, she stood out in some of the ways Henry did when he was trying the whole "mingling" thing, but hadn't spoken to her.

Now he wrestled with bottle tops and made his way down the bar to answer her call.

"Hey, welcome to Blue Light, what can I get you?"

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