01-13-2013, 01:17 PM
Tilting his head, Axel listened to the familiar tune. He knew that this song wasn't particularly...favored by the Brass House, but he never really knew why. As he tuned in carefully to the lyrics, he started to understand a bit more why it wasn't sung more often than it was, being as catchy as it is. The heir of Gold lazily watched Mischief twirl his dancing partner around the room, knocking over furniture and drawing peals of laughter from the crowd at their performance. He had to admit, Mischief was quite good at dancing--smooth and unhesitating in his moves. The troublemaker could've done without bumping into other dancers or chairs, though.
Sipping at his drink and observing the crowded room, he thought he spotted Elze Mercer of Silver. Squinting his eyes to make sure he wasn't just seeing things, he was positive that the girl he had saw was in fact Elze. Setting down his drink, he walked over to her. If he remembered correctly, the last time the two had exchanged greetings was quite a while ago, at some party for the higher houses. Axel made his way to where the girl was dancing with the crowd, and smiled. "Elze! It's been a while, my friend, how are you?"
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