Ethan took a deep breath as he approached the very dressed up girl. He was wearing his racepaints, but he'd fixed it up a little to be in those swirls, but probably not as smooth as she'd made it. He was in a fancy-ish red shirt, with black decending on the sleeves. But those were rolled up so he could show off the spirals he'd done on his arms. It had been dip dyed so there was no red on the sleeves past the bicep area and a line from top to bottom down the center in black. He was also wearing slim, black dress pants and his regular old boots. He could see how intrecate her dress was from behind, and he could tell it was her because she wasn't in there and stood out very much. "Good evening."

She span around and blinked rapidly. She grinned sheepishly at him, gently twisting her fingers with nerves. "Hi." She blinked, realizing just how stupid that mustve sounded. "Uhm, Hello- I- Good evening to you too?" She managed to squeeze it out, her brain going mysteriously blank as he walked toward her. She glanced back at the large tent and then back at him. "I way overdressed, didnt I?" She tugged at her necklace nervously.

He smiled sweetly and looked at her whole attire, his eyes lighting up in amazement. "You look beautiful. And yeah maybe you have, everyone who cares to wears their best. And you are, I don't know if you could look any better than now." He touched her arm, slipping it into between his thumb and lower index finger, kissing it gently. "That just means you can be the star of the show." He pulled her close-ish to him.

"Well, when you put it THAT way." She grinned up at him, closing the distance to kiss his cheek gently. She intertwined her fingers with his. "Well, are you ready to have the best partner this place has ever seen?" She teased.

He chuckled a little and kissed her cheek back. "I am ready to have the second best parter. I'm the best, you're the prettiest." He dragged her into the tent, several tables and food were outside along an open wall so they wouldn't get in the way of the wildly dancing people. He weasled through the crowd, making sure she was still there even though her was holding her hand.

..Hey ..Rome and Keith have a dance? also what kind of dance should we do-))

I dunno- they do a mix of slow dances and just- I dunno- tango- Salsa- I DuNNo something with a dip)) "Ethan!" She gasped, before scurrying after him, laughing. She managed to keep up with him in heels, pulling her way forward. "Where are we going-?"

He grinned back at her, waiting till the arrived to speak. They entered a wide circle of dancing people, doing a mixure of the electric slide, salsas and tangos, music of several instruments and voices was flooding the air. "Here!" He pulled her in. "Ever done the salsa?" He tokk her hands in his, waiting for her que to start whatever she could do.

"Uuuhh, im a little rusty, but if you lead, I can follow." She grinned, squeezing his hands. She bit her lip and stifled her laughter as she looked up at the print of her lips that was on his cheek. Well, at least people would know he was... taken? It matched anyway, so he couldnt complain. Meanwhile, on the complete other side of the dance floor:

Keith ran his hands through his striking blonde hair for the billionth time, looking down at his little sister, Biana. K "What, is it good? Am I okay? Or should I put it more like- this-" He ran his hands through his hair again, making it look... exactly the same as it had before. His fourteen year old sister rolled her eyes. B "Oh my GAAEWD, Keith, you look FINE. Stop stalling, grow a pair, and go ask her to dance, or I SWEAR ill do it for you. Now SHOO." She ushered him off. Keith was in a pair of black dress pants, black shoes, and a semi-formal black jacket over a blue tuck in shirt. Which Asta had washed for him, because he couldnt tell inside from right side out. He was looking VERY charming, and he did seem to come into his own as he walked around the floor towards Rome. K "Hey, what are you doing over here? I wouldve figured people'd be lining up to dance with you." He shot her a smile, his emerald eyes glittering playfully in the overhead lighting.

Ethan smiled at her and took his steps back, then forward to keep in sync with her. He tilted his head. "What? Why are you laughing? Am I that bad?" He looked at her in curiosity and mild fear.

Rome was standing off to the side, wearing a medieval looking dress, it was a white base with a black overall top that lead onto the front of her white dress bottom- it tied around the back, which was a slim form but if she spun she would cover at least a 10 foot radius around, and it draped all the way to her ankles. She had orange highlights around the stitches and an orange fabric belt. The top was tight looking, form fitting, the sleeves were attached in the armpit area so they could hang open over her shoulders, there were still straps ontop, thicker than spaghetti ones though. She had black kneehigh boots on and black rosettes on her face and arms. She and Ethan were very into the facepaints at the dance.

She glanced around, noticing Keith coming close. She was mildly impressed that he seemed more mature, she gazed over his attire. R "I was deciding that myself." She gave him a soft smile. R "Was that an offer?"

"No, no- I just-" She bit her lip to stop her giggles. She wasnt ready to tell him just yet- he could know. Just not now. She reached a hand up and brushed the hair off his forehead gently, sliding the same hand down to cup his cheek. She ran her thumb back and forth over the lip stain, smiling. "Just marvelling at how lucky I am." She was pretty sure that should be good enough.

Keith shrugged and offered her his arm. K "Only if you want it to be." He winked at her lightly, hoping beyond hope she would say yes.