cupidzarrow (cupidzarrow) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-02-14 12:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | dana dee devon, kareem okonwo |
The Whos: Kareem thatoldblackcat and Dana cupidzarrow
The Where: The LC
The When: The Saint Valentine's Dance
The Warnings: To Be Determined
The Status: A Work In Progress
Dana Dee Devon was in his element. His day and his mischief had been afoot from the moment daylight broke through the shadows. He hadn't earned the name Cupid for nothing. Desire was his game and today he was playing like a champ. His voice was whispering in the ears of troubled couples causing desires of the most elaborate erotic wake up calls from spouses and dear ones that their unions had ever been inspired to do before. This would the morning that some failing relationships would find fire in those old eyes again. Unseen by those he affected, Dana would watch the gift of God's bodily bliss patting himself on the back for a job well done. Then he'd head off for another adventurous target. As the day went on he'd find quarrelers squabbling in the park and arrows would fly from his bow of silk and gold. He traipsed around not wasting a moment of the day in his love affair take down pushing even the most unlikely together. There was even a moment he sat on a bench in the mall (unseen and in the realm of inbetween) and started to close his eyes and shoot at random. He'd made sure there were no married couples in his range before he started this game, but once he thought he had the clear, he was spinning around, taking random aim. He found himself rolling on the floor laughing when a particularly uptight woman's first glance was another woman. This infatuate love delighted his humorous heart. He figured she could use some mind-opening about where love can lie anyway. He sat in the art museum laying on his belly, on the floor, ankles swinging behind him, closing one eye as he took aim at the only two people there alone, wallowing that they had no one to be with this holiday, watching lovers hold hands and stare at pieces of awe-provoking art, jealous it wasn't them. Soon enough, it was them and Dana would roll over to his back kissing his fingertips as he threw them up to the air in another victory.
The light of day went on this way. It was evening he had other plans. He had to show up to his own dance after all! The LC often held casual gathering and dances but this one was a formal attire event. Dana wore a special get-up he'd purchased brand new for the occasion. It really wasn't that far off some of his usually daily wear. He had his brand of style and today it was in red. The whole banquet hall was decorated in elegance for the day. It wasn't so much the cheesy cheap red heart balloons and streamers type of decor as one might expect. Dana had a little more class. The room was dowsed in black, red roses, floating candles, and an open dance floor. There was a bar with alcohol and h'orderves a plenty. That's where Dana would be sighted. He was sliding across his dance floor weaving through the singles and reached over to snip a couple olives by the ends of tooth picks. He put one to his mouth and carried one in each hand between his fingertips, holding them up as he slid his feet back to the floor. A jazzy blues song had just ended. The dance catered to many flavors of song, but what came on next was popular with the more youthful and there were plenty of young adults there. He was bouncing his head about swaying to the beat of the song and his hips were starting to get a little low in his grind when he spun back up and winked at one of those younger girls, who went off giggling to her cliquey crowd as Dana spun the other way and danced alone looking like he were happy in his own world, putting his back up to random dancers having fun with the whole lot.