Winter Wonderland dance!!

Justin swept his fringe across his forehead, a challenge.
"Well then, I might need some crackers if you don't eat them all, and your hair looks like - uh, looks like-" Justin stammered, he was never good with words due to his lack of education.
"Well, that's about all I got"

ooc: COLExLAKISHA TIME AMIRITE LADIES


cole walked casually into the dance, hands in his pockets. the first thought that hit him was cold. it was so darn chilly up in here that his breath came out hitched and frosty, curling up at the ceiling. he was dressed up as... well... what was he dressed up as? he was wearing a grey and red christmas sweater, some black khaki pants, and a pair of casual black high tops. his hair was all gelled up and fancy (he was going for an elvis look today) and his teeth were as shiny as usual. there weren't many people here yet, but a few pretty girls were walking across the dance floor, with partners. cole had been at camp half blood for about two weeks now, he had slept in the hermes cabin with some other people. he caught his mates flirting at the ice-encrusted bar... then he spotted her. he scowled at lakisha, then rubbed the look off of his face, and went over the the refreshments. he picked up an oreo, and bit into it, lakisha still in his peripheral vision. he had to contain his giddyness. not only did she look great, but finally he got to see her again! cole thought she would make a good friend. maybe. probably not. maybe. anyways, cole had been thinking about how to become her friend. he whistled as he filled up his glass with fruite punch, the red plastic cup heavy with the weight. he then slowly, veeeeery carefully made his way over to her. he smiled at her, raising his eyebrows in a friendly manner. "uh, hi!" he mumbled with a goofy grin on his face. "i see you're checking that everything's going in the right direction once more?" he said, another goofy smile on his face, eyes sparkling.

ooc: scREECHES THE GIF LOOKS LIKE HE WAS FILLING UP A GLASS OF PUNCH AND HE WAS ALL HAPPY AND THEN HE SEES LAKISHA AND GOES 'oh...' aasdfghjklajskjka

Dancing? No, Justin didn't dance. It was one of the few things he was bad at, one of the others being comebacks. He watched all the others on the dance floor and most of them were very good. "Me? Dancing? You must be joking. You never want to see me dance or it would probably scare you away." Justin tried to remember the last time he had danced, it was with some girl and he had embarrassed her with his stupid dancing.

"Slugs? Wow, I hope we aren't all like that. I would definitely feel offended if you called me a slug." Justin laughed, now that Lee pointed it out, it did look like they were slugs. Justin stood up, and made his way towards the dancers. "Please don't laugh."

I walked onto the dance room and was sort of taken back by how much the other campers did to make the Winter Formal type dance look good. It didn't even look good, it looked beautiful! I walked in, alone, and my black and red heels made a soft sound against the floor. Since it was a winter formal i decided on a long white dress with a black lace pattern that stopped at my hips and i wore a diamond snowflake necklace my mother had gotten me for Christmas a few years ago. The sterling silver was cool on my skin but it was nice to have that reminder of my mom with me. My moths were flying around in the rafters above to try and find any of my friends so i didn't feel so alone and awkward. I walked over to a wall and leaned against it by myself, playing with one of the moths who had taken a strong liking to flying and landing on my hands.Im glad i have someone to be with at least. i smiled as I gave the moth's little back a pet, liking how soft they all were.

The winter formal. It struck Evander as painfully ironic that there was a winter formal in a magical area of land which could control the weather to be spring all the time. Obviously, Mr. D had relaxed those protections to allow for the snow and such for the feel of the dance. That made Evander a little chilly, but he tried not to show it.

He was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black T-shirt with a leather coat over it, and some rough worn tan boots. It was all he had managed to buy and scrounge since he had come to Camp Half-Blood aside from the standard uniform. His original clothes were now too small, thanks to growth spurts. At least he wasn't wearing an orange shirt to this, right?

He headed over to the refreshment table, where several people were standing and looked over the food. Crackers. Some fruit. Crackers. He sighed and grabbed a cup for punch. He glanced over at his brother Zen, and Rico the dog. "Hey, Zen, I hate to tell you this, but I'm not sure Rico will be good at dancing. He has two left feet."

Alexander ran through the path leading to the hall. He's already late, like late late, 30 minutes and 23 seconds to be exact. He wore something formal for a change, a black suit with a red tie, grey khaki pants, and fancy shiny leather shoes. He took a halt from running as he reached the dance, Alexander's eyes widened, they're already dancing. Alexander sighed, "My gods am I late" He whispered to himself. His shoulders slumped and his head tilted, he remembered that he has no one to dance with. Alexander proceeds on walking through the sides, leading himself to the buffet. At least there was food, and they were also a bit better than the normal meal. He took some barbecue from the tall pile of it and pierced some ham with a fork. Alexander sat on a chair nearby the buffet table, you know, for easy access. He looked around the hall, almost everyone has a partner, well, except for him. Alexander doesn't really know much of the girls around camp, but who knows, maybe it's his lucky night. "Come get some Alexander." He whispered as he adjusted his seat.

Most of her fellow Demigods went all out for the dance, some turning up in fancy dress others coming in suits or dresses. Lindsey chose a rather spartan appearance, though some may have thought it regal. She didn't wear a dress, Lindsey never wore dresses ever. Instead she wore something like a military dress uniform, black boots polished till they shone, ironed, crease-less black trousers with a strip of red fabric running up the side of the legs, black leather belt with her sword hanging from it. Lindsey never went any where unarmed, even at camp.
She wore a white, silk shirt and over that an old looking military jacket with a Greek helmet patch sown onto the shoulders where the national flags could commonly be found.

Style and fashion were pretty much lost concepts on her, though Falko... Lindsey believed words would fail to describe how perfect she looked, she was beautiful in every since of the word. Almost beautiful enough to challenge the gods themselves.
Lindsey did not like the crowded environment, it restricted her vision too much, unknown dangers could sneak up on her as well as the other Demigods.
The camp barrier kept everyone safe, yet it could always fail or monsters might be able to find their way in through less well known, less guarded means.
Lindsey had been keeping a vigilant watch, her right hand resting on her sword's pommel, an indication that she was quite nervous, crowds always made the Daughter of Nemesis more wary. At first, she'd been oblivious to the fact that Falko had spoken to her. Lindsey completely missed what she asked her.

"I'm sorry... What did you say Falko?" Lindsey replied, realising that A Falko would want an answer and B she could not talk her way out of it. Lindsey was here because Falko asked her to come with her and that's what you did when you had a girlfriend, you went and did things that she liked.

"No I'll be fine thank you." Came the reply, equally as loud as her eyes flicked around, scanning the environment. "What would you like to do?" Lindsey inquired with a smile, after all it had been Falko's idea to come here. Lindsey would have much preferred to stay inside with a book or the other Nemesis kids. She doubted that many of her brothers or sisters would actually decide to come here.
Social events and Nemesis children some how failed to mix well, at least in Lindsey's opinion. She was much more at home on the training grounds or a battle ground.

Lindsey silently willed Falko to say that she might enjoy a long walk, at least there they would be alone, separate from the crowds of annoying Demigods. Some of who she feared might all too easily be drunk in a few minutes. Alcohol, a nightmarish poison that dulled the mind and left one open to assault, it robbed a great warrior of his or her skills, leaving them as vulnerable as a new born. She would never touch the stuff out of absurd concern that it might yet be poisoned or otherwise tainted in such a way to debilitate her.

Evander gave Chiara a hard look, a scowl coming to his brutish face immediately. "Shut it, Chiara." He said quickly as he looked her up and down. The outfit was definitely a hodgepodge going for Viking, but in Evander's mind it missed the mark entirely

"Chiara, you might want to consider a little less dead animal and a little more taste when getting dressed. Someone from Aphrodite may have a seizure."

"Look at all the fcks I don't give," she replied, taking a gulp of her mojito.

Sparkly and fresh, she could make out the notes of rhum and lime on the tip of her tongue. With the mint leaves, it was delicious. Looking around, she spotted Alex, the son of Deimos -- with Caleb, the three loved doing graffitis and generally be trouble. She gave him a brief wave, toying with the blade of a throwing knife.
The comment about her clothing hadn't struck her; to her, the Aphrodite's were the dirt under her shoes, she just didn't care about them. And thinking she had had to haul one around on a Quest... Luckily, Weiss and Alex had been there too -- Alex, the son of Lelantos. Not the Deimos guy. Even though she didn't exactly like Alex, more so because of his pissbaby reaction when she had told him to carry a scuba and he had went into some kind of rage mode, he was still rather cool. And running around in an old Mayan pyramid filled with traps like smashing walls and spiked floors kind of formed bonds.

Let's look around for a bit," Falko suggested. "This formal looks beautiful, have you seen the ice statues?"

Only the Khione's could've done such masterpieces. The statues represented nymphs and satyrs, and one -- she didn't know who -- had made a statue of Anna of Arendelle in the pose she struck when she froze to death. It was really beautiful.
Holly, pine and poinsettias could be found as decorations too, it was pretty and cozy in Falko's opinion.

The dance, the proximity was getting to Cleopatra's head. This was what she lived for, the dances, the parties, the romances. Hani and her were pretty much pushed together by the dancing crowd, she could hear his voice in the shell of her ear, feel his breath on her neck. It was headier than red wine.
Then, just in the middle of it, she slipped away. Sliding between people and couples, she finally came out of the dance floor crowd, stalking towards the bar. She was thirsty, having finished her drink ages ago -- she had no idea where the glass was. Probably shattered on the ground somewhere.