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When; Saturday, August 12th
Rating; G-NC-17?
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Summary; The Blue Light turns 1.
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The Blue Light is decorated; it's got it's usual jazz style but tonight there's some more to it; curtains and tables all look a little bit dated, because they are. Where Blue and Promise found the furnishings for this particular party is something that both of them won't tell, but it looks terrific.

There are corners to hide in and corners to party in, and good music and good booze. It's a party!

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Blue looks over towards her, just a little. The fact that she's getting involved in a romance in any way at all is a little bit frustrating for Blue; not because he loves her romantically, but because he's never had a romance work out, and he doesn't want Rosella to be hurt like he was.

So Blue doesn't talk about that. Instead he looks around and tips his head a bit. It's not exactly like the 1920's...a lot of things were different. "Well," he finally says. "It's close enough to make me homesick for it. Timesick? Something like that," he says. It really was Blue's favorite twenty years, the time between the 1920's and the 1940s.

Edited 2009-09-11 05:40 (UTC)

And it's yet another wonderful thing she would've missed out on if she'd never come here at all, another memory she hopes she'll be able to keep when she does someday go home. And she is going home, someday, she knows that. But for right now, there's plenty of things tying her to the City, and Blue is one of them.

"You fit," she says, regarding him thoughtfully. "The music and the merriment and all...it's just right for you, somehow." It's just like Blue, come to think of it--a little bit jazz, a little bit blues, and a little bit swing, all rolled into one. "So I hope you're having fun tonight, too, because I know I certainly am."

Blue isn't so sure about where home is anymore. But he twines one arm around Rosella's, and he feels a little closer to finding it. "Well, this is sort of who I am now." Once he was a soldier and once he was a clerk, but he's always been a bit of a musician.

He finally does steal her drink and takes a long sip, then hands it back, mostly intact. "I am having fun, Rosella. I always have fun." He wonders sometimes if he's transparent, if people know how sad he really is under the smile. But he smiles anyway. Rosella makes him happy.

"Where do you fit?"

The theft of the drink does, in fact, get a squeal of protest out of Rosella, but it's a good-natured one and she doesn't mind sharing with Blue, anyway. And now she really does put her head on his shoulder, giving his arm a fond squeeze as she closes her eyes and just listens to the music for a moment.

Where does she fit? But what comes to mind as she considers the question aren't visions of places; no, she's thinking of faces, and laughter, and warmth, and fingers in her hair.

"With my friends," she answers, without opening her eyes.

"Well then," Blue begins as he carefully spins her around with one arm - the Fable is much stronger than he looks - "I suppose you could say you are in a perfect place."

Blue wonders if he belongs with his friends. Fly and Pinocchio are both his friends, and good friends, but back in Fabletown he was friendly with many but not exactly friends with everyone, and that was okay. He sets Rosella down from her spin, so lightly her heels won't even click when they hit the floor.

"Don't you think?"

Rosella isn't expecting to be spun around, but in retrospect, she probably should've been; it's not an entirely uncommon occurrence when she's around Blue, after all. But her squeak of surprise quickly turns to a laugh, and she stays close even after he sets her down as gently as if she were made of glass.

It's strange how she doesn't mind it at all when it's Blue, and yet for just about anyone else, she'd bristle at that implication.

"I suppose I could," she says playfully. "I'm with you, aren't I?"

Maybe it's a mark of how Blue doesn't know her, or maybe it's one that just states how comfortable they are together that it doesn't even strike him as odd that she wouldn't be uncomfortable with his casual spins and touches.

He tilts his head a little. "Well, I have been known to be good company. I don't think that it happens particularly often anymore," he states, squeezing her just a little. "Only for a rare few."

"They're very lucky, that rare few," Rosella answers, giving him a knowing sort of smile. She knows she is one of those few, of course, and she certainly does consider herself lucky for it. Who wouldn't be, with a friend as dear and loyal and wonderful as Blue?

"But what do you do about the rest? Do you make silly faces at them, and that's why you're bad company?" she continues, unable to resist the opportunity to tease him a little. "They say your face will stick that way if you do it too often, you know."

"Oh, I've made so many silly faces in my time, Rosella," Blue says, nudging her head just a little, "I don't think it can freeze that way."

He lifts his chin just a bit, to point to the party. "Don't you want to get back out there? I know someone should be itching to dance with you, or at least to tell you how lovely you look."

"Perhaps not, but at least now if it does, I can say I told you so." She grins, glancing around at the rest of the festivities as she does so. Really, she'd be perfectly content to stay talking with Blue all right, but it is a party and he's right, she ought to enjoy every bit of it while it lasts.

"Well, only if you insist," she replies. But there is one last thing she meant to tell him, and she ought to do it before she forgets, so-- "Oh, and I saw your Miss Alice on the Network the other day. You were right, I do like her, and very much so."

Blue perks up a little. "I'm glad you met her," he says, smiling. "Miss Alice, she's really very nice." The truth is that he remembers the Fable Alice, who is just a little older, back in Fabletown. She hadn't been there for very long before she vanished, but everyone said that was just like her.

Blue had been lonely for a long time. Maybe having Alice stay with him would help that. "I hope you can be her friend."

She's secretly pleased that Blue has someone to stay with him now, much like how she was secretly pleased when he'd offered to keep a dog for her if she wanted. Blue always does everything he can to look after others, it seems; but then, who looks after Blue? And Alice is a clever girl, that much is clear as day. They'll be good for each other, she thinks, with Alice needing a friend and Blue needing someone to keep him company. It'll be good for each of them.

"It won't be difficult at all," she confesses. "Really, it sounds silly to say it, but...she rather reminds me of myself, in a way. She seems wonderfully clever, and spirited, and adventurous...no, it won't be hard at all to be her friend, if she'll have me. I like her very much already."

"I think you two will be lovely friends," Blue admits quietly, a soft smile on the corner of his lips.

Blue nods, and pushes her a little towards the dance floor. "I'll be here when you finish," he tells her.

"All right, all right, off I go," she agrees, letting herself be pushed, but taking a moment to glance over her shoulder and regard Blue silently before she goes. It's good to see him smile; she can remember a time when she would've given most anything she could think of, just to see a smile pulling at his lips the way it is now. So perhaps things always do get better, even if it's only a little at a time. It's a comforting thought to have.

"Happy anniversary, Blue," Rosella says with a light touch to his arm, and with one last smile, begins to make her way to the dance floor. Blue insisted, after all, and who is she to disappoint?

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