Aria's outfit: https://sp.yimg.com/ib/th?id=HN.608000394128264240&pid=15.1&P=0
Lilliana's outfit: https://sp.yimg.com/ib/th?id=HN.608000394128264240&pid=15.1&P=0

Aria and Lilliana walked in side by side. Lil branched off her own way, towards the punch, waving at a few fellow cabin mates. Aria was busy analyzing the lights. They were hung in a well designed array all around the room, falling here and there creating a intricate pattern. She didn't really feel like dancing, so she just wandered off towards the chairs near the wall, deciding to sit.

Lilliana sighed. She wanted to dance, but she had no one to do so with.

OOC: Sorry for the super short post >.< I wanted to get the ball rolling on this.

Ana, who had snuck out from her cabin, walked into the dance hall with a white dress on and a sparkly crystal headband in her hair. White flats adorned her feet and the little daughter of Ares giggled as she saw the fantastic decorations for the 20's themed dance. Ana grabbed a glass of punch and sat in one of the chairs that were placed around tables off to the side of the dance hall, hoping to see one of her friends here.

Lindsey would never wear a dress, she disliked them greatly and not even a dance with a particular theme could convince her to don such ridiculous finery. She kept such insightful views to herself however, far be it from her to crush the enjoyment of others.
Unlike most of the girls here, Lindsey elected not to wear a dress, but since she knew that someone made a choice for the rather tasteless dress code. There was nothing that she disliked more than having to dress up in something she believed to be ridiculous. After a hurried bit of research and a swift look around various shop, coupled with cashing in a favour with a friend who possessed great skill with needle and thread she owed something which she found herself happy to wear to such an event.

No one here would have been able to challenge her over it, particularly as it represented both her home island's history but also because it happened to be historically appropriate for the theme. if it weren't for Falko's surprising yet greatly welcome arrival, Lindsey would never have appeared at the dance. She kept a smile on her face, even if it wasn't heart felt. In all honesty Lindsey initially hoped that she could convince her girlfriend to stay at her cabin and watch a film or something, rather than attend to the dance. The ensuing struggle between the two resulted in Lindsey agreeing somewhat reluctantly to go. She had been delighted that Falko was here, her gifts caught her somewhat off guard since well she didn't expect Falko to be here.

Lindsey wore a dress uniform similar to the one worn by the officers of the Royal Irish Fusiliers in the 1920's. Highly appropriate for the date of the theme and it represent her ancestors some of who served as part of the Irish Fusiliers. The stark red jacket contrasted sharply with the smart black trousers with a red strip running up the leg. She enjoyed the comfortable feel of the leather boots.
"I would prefer to talk to you if I am honest Falko." Lindsey replied, not really feeling the desire to dance. "Though if you wanted to dance I suppose we could do a couple."

Lindsey ate her share of the macaroon disliking the taste but her face showed no signs of it. Finishing it, she hoped the taste would leave her tongue soon and she offered a shy smile to Falko. "Thanks and we're here now so we might as well spend some time here." She replied. "I honestly wasn't expecting to see you again till the Summer. Did life in the mortal world get boring without me?"

She followed and sat down near Falko, she found all this decoration rather repulsive, it was too extravagant for her tastes. Her room back home was clear evidence that she preferred spartan decoration to anything like this. It simply was not needed. "Well do you remember how before you left I was the unofficial head of the Nemesis Cabin?" Without waiting for a response she swept on. "I am now the official head of the Nemesis Cabin." Despite Lindsey's smile, the title was more honorary than anything, since there were only a handful if that of her half brothers and sisters.

Lindsey's cheeks flushed with colour. "No you don't." She leaned forward and whispered in her ear softly, her ginger hair tickling it slightly as it brush the tip. "It just means that I can kick my half brothers and sisters out if we want some time to ourselves." She did not think the fire works where appropriate for this event, since it was love, doves or roses would have made more sense.
But hey the best thing about this wouldn't be the food, the decorations or the fireworks. The best thing about this was the simple fact that her girlfriend was here.

"You know it." She put one of her arms around Falko and watched with her. "So... Are you enjoying this?" Lindsey asked.

Lindsey knew what she would have liked to do, but she wasn't comfortable in showing much in the way of affection publicly. "Truthfully." She began, her voice quiet so no one but Falko could hopefully hear. "I would like to kiss you but..." She decided to leave the fact that it was far too public for her to feel comfortable unsaid.

Lindsey felt breathless after Falko kissed her. She took a few breaths before she could manage to reply, her cheeks flushing red with colour. "But... I would prefer it to be in private rather than something public." She whispered, Lindsey never had been one for public displays of affections. She was fine with holding hands but even hugs were a rare occurrence with her.