Event | Sinbrilee | Bacchanal

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: August 24 - 30th
Location: Sinbrilee
Situation: An ancient festival of an ancient city, all are welcome at the Bacchanal!
Warnings/Rating: Please label threads as appropriate.

Death and destruction cannot curtail the single most important festival celebrated by the denizens of Sinbrilee: The Bacchanal! The ghosts in and about the city have begun to gossip about high fashion and festivities, sending any that inquire to the Amphitheatre -- a grand, circular structure nestled in the west side of the city.

This structure bore the fall of Sinbrilee and the wear of time with dignity, having lost handfuls of archways and one long stretch of wall to crumbling decay. Despite this, it is obvious that the amphitheatre once hosted many a display and every more festivities than the mind can grasp. This was their solace and safety; here is where the people of Sinbrilee came to find the mind's escape from all that threatened them and their great turtle.

Ghosts have been busy throughout the week, clearing paths through debris and hanging great cloth banners of soft blues and greens to disguise the more blatant signs of its decline. Many hundreds of them shimmer and slid through the area, providing for tables upon tables of food, offering drink, and overseeing competition of sport and skill (some even denying death's non-corporeal curse to enter).

Here, well... Here is where the party begins!

Food & Drink | Music, Discussions, & Dancing | Wrestling & Competitions

Comments

[backwordscompatible]

So, basically, what you're saying is that I shouldn't take advantage of the moment to do this...

[And she leans over, placing a feathery-light kiss on his lips. Just enough for it to mean something, while holding back enough to leave him wanting more.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[Oh, that's playing dirty.

Fine, he'll retaliate with a short but proper kiss.]

You play dirty, you know that?

[backwordscompatible]

Yep~

[Smirking, she ended the single syllable with a distinct popping of the 'p' for emphasis]

Is that a complaint I hear?

[hackingyoursensors]

Nope.

[He pops the 'p' for emphasis.]

[And then dips her again. What a jerk.]

[backwordscompatible]

[A faint squeal escapes her this time; he dipped her even lower than the last. When she comes up again, her hair is a mess and she's clinging to him as if her life depended upon it. Laughing.]

Now who's playing dirty?

[hackingyoursensors]

I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just dancing.

[So innocent.]

[backwordscompatible]

[Lies. you're as innocent as she is.]

Right. In that case, so am I.

[hackingyoursensors]

Uh huh.

[The song is slowly winding down.]

You can dip me if you want. [The most trolltastic grin.] But I don't guarantee I won't flip out of your arms.

[backwordscompatible]

Well, there's not point in doing it now, that you'll be expecting it.

I'll have to wait and get my revenge later.

[hackingyoursensors]

I consider myself warned.

[As the song ends, he removes his hand from her waist, steps back while still holding her hand, and dramatically bows.]

Thank you for the dance.

[backwordscompatible]

Anytime.

[She tries to curtsy back, but couldn't take herself serious long enough not to laugh.]

Hey, listen, I was thinking of hosting a few rounds of Texas Hold 'Em later tonight. Just for fun. You in?

[hackingyoursensors]

Of course. As long as nobody gets too mad when I win.

[You really think a Bat has a bad poker face? Please.]

[backwordscompatible]

I'm almost offended you think I wouldn't be playing in my own game.

[Challenge accepted.]

[hackingyoursensors]

[He winks.]

I knew you would. I just think I'll win anyway.

[backwordscompatible]

[Cute]

Keep thinking that, Grayson....

[With one last smirk over her shoulder, she leaves that sentiment hanging in the air as she heads off.]