Russell
Oh good, that saves me the decision
Wed Mar 15, 2017 22:37
70.73.178.153

Considering this was his first party (fancy birthday dinners with various relatives at his mom’s restaurant didn’t count), it did not come at all as a surprise to Russell to realize that he couldn’t imagine actually organizing a whole party. Listening to Marissa drop a few comments on party planning, namely the part where she always planned it with other people or friends, it suddenly struck him how big of a task that was. Really, the party right now wasn’t even terribly fancy - at least, if he ignored how some of the attendees were dressed in literal gowns and tuxes, although the sight of some other students in street clothes reassured him that his outfit at least fit in better overall. But even though it wasn’t super fancy, just music and food and decorations, well, that was still a bunch of planning.

“That sounds like a lot of work,” he interjected. “It’s really neat that you guys - er, you and Armaan - that you planned all of this.” Reddening a little - partially because did that count as a compliment? did he just compliment her? - and also because it occurred to him that maybe Marissa was about to keep talking and he had just rudely interrupted, oh dear - he fell silent again, absently fiddling with the hem of his vest as he listened to the rest of what she had to say. Which was, apparently, about dancing. Russell wasn’t involved in the school musicals or anything, but the school rumour mill was something even the more antisocial kids like him could pretty easily fall into, so he had heard that Marissa was in the musical this year, which he assumed meant singing and dancing. Which he then assumed meant Marissa must be a good dancer.

“I’m ready for a dance, if you are.”

Russell liked to dance. He actually did. It was probably the type of thing other people would think strange about him, he assumed, not stranger than his glasses and whole eye situation, but strange enough. There were only a couple boys that he danced with back home, but that was always in the near-empty skatepark when they got bored of rolling back and forth. (Well, the others got bored; he did not, because he was one of the newest to the casual group and so could still get tripped up just turning corners sometimes. There was nothing to be bored about there.) But to dance at a party? Could he even dance the way he knew how to dance at a party? With this music and the lights and so many other people.

He realized the length of time he’d taken to think was probably past the limits of socially acceptable pauses, and shook his head to clear himself out of it. “Um, no.” The word was automatically paired with his head-shake. “I mean, yes,” he corrected himself before really registering what she had offered him. Beyond the assumption of alcohol, Russell couldn’t tell what type of drink it was, exactly, but it couldn’t hurt, right? Except gosh, it totally could, everything could go wrong. “I mean...” His laugh sounded more confused than amused to his ears. Appropriate. “Yes dancing, and... maybe. It can’t hurt, right?” Eyeing her flask another moment, he concluded once again that yes, it absolutely could hurt, very badly, but this was a better place to try it out than, say, somewhere up on Pearl Street.

It still surprised him to realize that he had taken the flask from Marissa. Before he could talk himself out of it, he tipped it back. Somehow, it not only made his throat burn but also his eyes, which he wasn’t expecting. “If it hurts, that means it’s working, yeah?” he offered up with a small smile, sunglasses hiding (kind of) his now-watery green eyes. “Okay, uh, so, how would you dance to this music? I don’t know this song, but it kinda feels like...” He slouched over a little, but then frowned. He still wasn’t comfortable here. Maybe if he closed his eyes? Yeah, at least he couldn’t see anyone else, now, although he would have to try to keep moving in one place so that he didn’t run into anyone. Slouching back into the ‘boxer’ pose Eric had taught him, he began moving his shoulders, arms swinging forward and back, hesitantly moved one foot, then nailed a simple foot-kick pattern. Good to know his body knew what it was doing, sometimes.

  • You can be both. - Marissa, Wed Mar 15 15:54
    She plucked the carnation out of her hair and set it on the snack table. She paused, moved it to another spot on the table, and smiled. There, now it looked like a pretty decoration. She didn’t need... more
    • Oh good, that saves me the decision - Russell, Wed Mar 15 22:37
      • It's my job to make things easier! - Marissa, Thu Mar 16 13:29
        Even if Marissa didn’t want to plan a party with Armaan again, she’d call this specific event a success just based on all the pleasant surprises she saw around her. Danny and Camilla were dancing... more
        • It's easier than I expected. - Russell, Thu Mar 16 19:37
          Once his feet had made the final slap to the ground in the drilled pattern, he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Marissa smiling widely at him. She had liked it? ...She had liked it.... more
          • I'm good at what I do. - Marissa, Sun Mar 19 17:35
            Russell’s question almost took her by surprise, and then she remembered this was his first year at Rocky Mountain International. She’d gotten used to him being in classes with her. There were also... more
            • I'm starting to figure that out - Russell, Mon Mar 20 14:21
              Russell had never taken a dance class. Or any type of class outside of his actual academics, really. It was hard to find classes with a physical environment he was comfortable in, and he’d given up... more
              • It's a talent - Marissa, Sat Mar 25 23:21
                Marissa grinned and made her way to the drinks, where she grabbed two cups and two cans of ginger ale. She knew she’d have fun with Russell, because the red head knew how to have fun in pretty much... more
                • A natural gift - Russell, Mon Mar 27 01:00
                  Apparently, Marissa didn’t find him a drag after all. On one hand, he could understand that. Dancing together had been really fun. On the other hand, which was proportionately larger, Russell... more
                  • Organic! - Marissa, Fri Mar 31 21:37
                    It was really sweet how happy Russell was now. Marissa couldn’t think of a time where she’d seen the fourth year smile so genuinely. He was a really nice kid. A little odd, but everyone at Rocky... more
                    • Mechanic! - Russell, Fri Mar 31 23:08
                      Marissa didn't just offer to hang out, no - she offered to invite him along when we all hang out. He would've been happy simply with her promise to have him join her to practice dancing. But this,... more
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