WHO: Ian and Dakota WHAT: A night of indulgences WHERE: Ballroom, bar, then… WHEN: 9pm, June 2nd WARNINGS: tbd
Ian was not the kind of person who thought to attend anything formal just because he wanted to. If he had the option of attending every event on board wearing a t-shirt and jeans, he would have, but unfortunately he had to adhere to certain standards while aboard the Mare Crisium. The whole trip was one big publicity stunt, and while he was able to be cordial, he had never been the type to throw himself into social situations willingly. It wasn’t the best quality for a celebrity to have, especially one that was so highly sought after, but he faked it pretty well. He didn’t really have a choice, since he would have been out of a job real fucking quick if he wasn’t able to even pretend to like the attention.
He liked what he did, and he couldn’t complain about the pay, but he didn’t like a lot of the other shit that came along with fame. Making a few appearances while wearing a suit and tie was something he could deal with. Originally he was only supposed to attend the formal dinner to meet with one of the prizewinners and the two other girls she had brought along with her. He wound up having a better time than he had expected, though it wasn’t long before Stephanie, one of the other cast members on board, had convinced him to attend the dance that was taking place in the ballroom.
Ian didn’t dance. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, he just preferred not to. He eventually agreed, if only to stop getting her to stop trying to convince him how much fun he would have, and joined her. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do, though that seemed to be his reasoning behind everything he wound up doing on the boat.
After a glass or two of champagne, Ian rolled his neck from one side to the other, looking out onto the dance floor. Steph didn’t really dance either, though it wasn’t long before some brave fan got up the nerve to ask her. She accepted, leaving him alone on the sidelines. There were definitely girls who were watching him, though he was still looking at everyone who was out on the floor. Eventually he spotted Dakota and Julian, though he was paying more attention to the tiny redhead than he was the man who kept almost stepping on her toes. Julian was a good guy, but he clearly had two left feet. Ian smirked to himself, watching the way she kept trying not to wince every time it happened, though eventually he swigged down whatever champagne was left in his glass before he decided to go and save her.
He approached the two of them, reaching out to touch Julian’s shoulder to get his attention, causing him to stop dancing...if you could even call it that.