forum A Random Rp?

Started August 14, 2019 by @Simon-Says

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"Your - your - nevermind," she thought better of it. Don't bring up the fact that his grandfather is in prison, you idiot.

"My what?" He raised an eyebrow. "My fly's unzipped? My hair isn't combed?" He asked, smiling lightly.

Charlotte shook her head firmly. "Nothing," she assured him.

Aster nodded. "Alright." He said, fingers starting to tap again.

About a week later…

Quinn sighed softly, straightening his suit and heading into the ballroom. God. He didn't want to dance today. But on the plus side, maybe he would take someone to bed tonight. That always helped with his mood. He grabbed a drink, taking a long sip, and felt the burn as the alcohol made its way through his body.
Aster was standing to the side, in a suit. He wasn't on duty now, and was at the ball to have a little fun. Dance, eat, drink. Just have fun. That was all. He wasn't sure who would be there, but it didn't matter. He could have fun no matter who was there.

Charlotte hummed as she finished crown braiding her hair. She wasn't excited, exactly, but at least this would be something more interesting than reading in her room for seven days. She hated dressing up, so she was still wearing her black dress. Maybe someone will ask when the funeral is, she thought with a smile. Once she was done with her hair, Charlotte opened the door to her room and walked out, closing the door behind her. After a few seconds of looking around, she located the stairs and very carefully made her way into the ballroom, standing along the edge.

Quinn spotted Charlotte come in, and walked over to her. "Well. Someone seems not to have gotten the memo that this is a party, not a funeral." He said with a teasing smirk, crimson eyes bright. "But. Will you do me the honor of dancing with me, or will you prefer to be a wallflower and be boring?"

Aster was locked in conversation with someone else, smiling as he explained what he meant. His suit payed homage to his grandfather and father, with a fancy top hat, and his tie the bright colors that Alasdair Hatter, the Mad Hatter, had always worn.

Charlotte sighed. "I suppose I could take some time out of my very busy schedule to dance."

Quinn gave a smirking grin, and extended his hand. "Alright. Come on, then." He said, leading her out onto the dance floor. His suit was cut very stylishly, hugging his body in all the right places. It had, of course, a bit of a crimson theme, and a bit of a hearts theme.

Charlotte rolled her eyes as she took his hand. "I'll have you know that I'm not a particularly experienced dancer."

"Just follow my lead." He replied, one hand moving to rest on her hip, the other taking her hand.

Charlotte shrugged. "Whatever you say, Princey."

"Thats king, sire, your majesty, or master to you." He replied, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"No, it's not. We've been over this," Charlotte said with a sigh.

"Then call me Quinn. Princey is…not appreciated." Something dark flickered in his eyes.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Nothing is appreciated when you're around. And if you get to call me darling, then it's only fair that I get to call you some ridiculous nickname as well."

"Fine. I won't call you darling, you don't call me princey." He said, cocking his head slightly.

"Fine then," Charlotte sniffed.

"Alright." He kept dancing with her, crimson eyes bright with the effects of the alcohol he had drunk.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "The song's ended," she commented.

Quinn winked. "The next ones just started, sweetheart." He replied.