milliways_bar | Happy New All Skate!

"You know what, let's have a party."

Dinah threw her platinum card (thanks, Oracle) on the Bar and as a result there is free flowing champagne for everyone whose culture, age and religion permits champagne - and top quality soft alternatives for the rest. There are bar snacks doing the rounds around the tables, and delicate winter flower arrangements on each surface.

And most importantly, on the TV screen is a lot of dancing, a giant countdown, and a big ball ready to drop.

...and when the ball drops, something happens.

Welcome to another Milliways All-Skate!
All welcome - yes, that means all. Whether they're retired, deleted, AU, original or already being played by someone else, bring 'em along.

Usual all-skate rules apply:
1. Everyone's stressed out of their mind right now, so have fun!
2. Communication is key.
3. Gratuitous behaviour (either of a violent or sexual nature) will not be tolerated in the bar proper. Take that to an OOM, and then Content Warning the hell out of it before you link it.
4. Much like Vegas, what happens in All Skates, stays in All Skates (in most cases)
5. Please don't be a dick.

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'Good time' is relative. But he seems to have caught the attention of a pretty Frail in a killer outfit, so he's not going to complain. He raises his champagne flute back in salute and jerks his head toward a chair at his tabe in a silent invitation.

Dinah's had enough to receive an invitation like that in the spirit of 'hell why not' - and detaches herself from the bar to bring herself, her drink and her bar snacks over to his table.

"Enjoying the party?"

He grins as she walks over and pulls out a chair for her.

"Enjoying it a lot more now that you're here." The look he gives her isn't quite lecherous, but it's close. "What's your name, Frail?"

The eyebrow she raises is accompanied by something that's not quite a roll, just a quick glance into the rafters. It's not like she didn't grow up surrounded by old men, it's just the word, really?

Nevertheless she sits, crossing her legs and in full knowledge of the kind of legs they are.

"Dinah," she says. "And yours?"

He's been like this since he was a teenager.

Her legs are appreciated. Subtle is not something he does unless it's for a job.

"Victor. Nice to meet you, Dinah." He offers a clawed hand. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

She puts her hand in his, completely unphased by claws - a mixture of having been here since shee was a teenager, and of mingling with metas and aliens all the time at home.

"Yeah, I'm having fun. Nice to let my hair down sometimes, you know."

Her hair is bobbed above the shoulder. It's definitely a turn of phrase.

"Yeah, I know." Not that he's doing it himself. He parties when it's warranted and tonight he'd just not in the mood for more than people watching. Right now, he's watching Dinah very closely.

"Don't remember seeing you out dancing."

He has only been here about a half an hour, however.

"Either you've not been here long or you need to blame the jukebox or the lack of decent partners," Dinah says.

"I might hit the floor again after this," she raises her glass, "if there's anyone to dance with."

"Guess I'll have to keep an eye on you."

Though he won't join her, he bets she's a great dancer. Just look at those legs.

Oh she's a great dancer. But he's going to have to work harder than that if he wants to keep her attention on him. Otherwise she'll end up with that ice dancing dreamboat over there.

"You don't dance?"

He shakes his head. "Never have been. You want dancing, you need to find my brother. Doubt he'd oblige you these days."

Not that he's an expert on how Jimmy spends his time anymore, but it's a strong feeling.

"Your brother? Is he here?"

Dinah leans back and looks around, giving all the impression that she might actually abandon him to go dancing with his brother.

"Don't keep tabs on him." Except when he does. He shrugs. "Comes here now and then."

He leans over the table toward her and gives her another smile. "I'm friendlier."

Dinah stays exactly where she is, smiling back at him, thoroughly enjoying the attention.

"Are you, really?"

"With a pretty Frail like you? Absolutely." Not that Jimmy wouldn't be friendly, it's just he's the more serious one.

"I guess I'm lucky none of my family ever showed up here," Dinah says, deciding to let the conversation move on from how pretty she is. "No one to keep an eye on me."

"Good thing, right?" He asks, settling back in his chair. "No one to tell you what to do."

"No one to silently disapprove of all my terrible decisions."

"Bet they're not that terrible. People just wanna make you think they are." Of course, they could be terrible. Lord knows he's made a few.

"Yeah, I gave up worrying about what people thought of me when I was a teenager," she says cheerfully.

Being in the public eye wearing what amounts to your mother's lingerie will do that.

"Good." He toys with the flute, tapping the glass with his claws. "You shouldn't give a damn what people think."

Happy New All Skate!

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