So there he was, standing a midst within the crowd of blue and red clad demigods, making twirls, leaps, pirouettes and what have you with the melody of the music playing from the giant speakers of the stereo.
Hudson decided he wanted to be the Prince of Verona, since he always gets the crap end of the stick dealing with brats like Romeo in his city. He didn't really like the theme of choosing between the Capulets or the Montagues, since they were both terrible tyrant run families with rebellious teenage offspring. Then again, that description pretty much went along with most of the demigods in this place.
He decided since no one really wanted to take an old hairy guy to the Valentines Dance, he went stag. He didn't expect other satyrs to come around to attend these kinds of dances, since they are pretty much forest recluses when it comes to demigod ridden events.
But Hudson's been socializing and catering to these assholes for so long. He might as well have enjoy the magically served punch in a bowl and converse with some of them.
He looked over at the largely spanned dance floor filled with half-bloods with their best wear, all clad in red and blue. They held hand to hand with their partners and held them by waists or dipping them down to the tip of the floor.
Man, if Hudson can find a dancing partner to do the tango with him, he would be more then ecstatic. Hell, his life would just be complete.
But he stood there, with his puffy pant-shorts and hat, along with some decorative gleaming armor, and sipped his magical tasting punch as he watched the kids dance their 'booty' off.
"Damn this joint, I got a city to maintain anyway." He leaned against the food stand, giving out an exasperated sigh.
"Hey Prince, would you mind being not being a royal pain in the ass and moved away from the punch bowl?"
Hudson looked over at the individual who had interfered and assaulted his royal presence and found a looming tall figure wearing a nun's headdress with a maid's outfit.
"Hey, hey, hey. Who do you think you are? Learn your place, you pesky servant!" He crossed his arms and looked up at the tall individual with a stern expression on his face.
Obviously, the scenerio might have looked ridiculous to some people with the shortest goat man in the world telling a average teenage boy off. It was supposed to be, he needed some attention.
"Marion"Marion Warrick
Marion had woke up 5 in the godsdamn morning to pick out a stupid outfit for him to wear. Was it really worth the early rising? Well, he was just there to find out.
He had decided to be one of the sassiest characters of the Shakespearean play; the Capulet Nurse.
Yes, the lady who has to put up with 'the baby who had to suck from her own teat' and her relationship problems.
Marion was starting to get bored. It felt like he shouldn't have made the efforts to get a bland set of wardrobe just to attend this sort of dance. People were together with their dates, dancing in their nice ballgown dresses or well tailored tuxedos. He was just stuck here in a nurses' outfit, awkwardly maneuvering around the dance floor.
Wow Marion, you look completely lame just walking around in a dress in the middle of a slow dance. He thought to himself as he looked around the crowd of other demigods around him.
Back before he entered camp, he always had a group of friends with him. Attending school dances didn't seem as boring when you were around people to at least converse with. Marion had been far too busy training himself to even make friends around here, but now he just feels more of an outcast then he ever did in his school years.
But really, how do these demigods intent to dance around and have fun when they were supposedly in a middle of a war? What if Kronos happened to crash this party with his monster army?
That was what he was truly paranoid about, really.
Marion just shook his head and continued on to the food stands. He really needed to stop thinking so pessimistically in what was supposed to an atmosphere of joy. Now he just needed a drink.
As he approached to the punch bowl, a satyr in a costume was blocking the way from having a nice cool drink.
"Damn this joint, I got a city to maintain anyway." He overheard the satyr as he began to lean against the table in front of the punch bowl.
By his sentenced, he assumed that he was dressed up as the Prince of Verona, with his poofy hat and gleaming armor.
He must have been as bored as he was, just watching the others dance. Nonetheless, it was no excuse to just hog all the juice.
Marion marched over to confront him, "Hey Prince, would you mind being not being a royal pain in the ass and moved away from the punch bowl?"
The satyr looked up at him and gave him a stern expression, giving him the royal stink-eye.
"Hey, hey, hey. Who do you think you are? Learn your place, you pesky servant!"
Marion had raised an eyebrow, looking down at the short satyr.
This must have been one ridiculous scenario, especially with this type of crowd.
But Marion had to break it to him, he knows how to play the part. Looking at the features of the satyr, he seemed well aged, and responsible enough to rule over an entire kingdom.
"A very thirsty nun that has dealt with the most difficult relationship problems in an entire story plot. Now move it, I'm quenching for some liberation."
Hudson raised his hands in a palm-down gesture to calm his sass down. "Hey, hey, hey. I don't mean no harm now, madam. I am a prince, not a dictator, I do my duty to serve for my people. You can go ahead and have some punch now, hm?" He moved away from the punch bowl in courtesy for the nurse. "Oh, save it for the poor, will you?" Marion raised his head and scoffed in an exaggerated manner, and raising the ladle to pour punch into a glass for himself. Hudson chuckled a bit at his remark. "Now why don't you pour a glass for your majesty? Marion looked over him with a sardonic smirk after taking a sip from his glass.
"What are you saving your limbs for? A woman willing to dance with you?
"Why yes, maybe I am saving them for a woman on the dance floor" Hudson gave a suggestive look that said 'yes, I am talking about you' to the lady in the nurse's outfit.
Marion caught the look in his eyes and gave out a scoff, chuckling a bit. "I honestly don't know what you are talking about, I'm just a guy in a dress."
Hudson eyed him a bit, giving out a look of skepticism, he examined the exterior features of the individual in front of him. "Wait... so are you a guy or a girl?" Hudson swore he was a fair lady for a second. Of course, he hoped that at least tonight he wouldn't offend anybody, just so someone could at least groove with him.
"Heh, I'm neither actually. But you can go ahead and classify me as so. I wouldn't really mind"
"Right, sorry 'bout that though."
"It's all good" Marion gave the satyr a hand to shake. "It's Marion, if you've been wondering."
Hudson smirks, and shakes his hand in return. "Name's Hudson, don't wear it out.
A nostalgic groove tunes up on the stereo, and everyone on the dance floor had dispersed from slow dancing with their partners to do their break dance moves and twists. Hudson begins to move to the beat, grooving to the beat as André 3000's clear voice surrounds throughout the room. Marion beems his eyes of the wonderfully picked music choices.
"Aw yeah man, this is my jam!"
"I wasn't even sure if kids like you still listened to Outkast."
"Are you kidding me? Who wouldn't?"
Hudson nods, looking over at him then at the people in the dance floor. "You know, my offer still stands."
"Then what are you waiting for? Marion grins, grabbing his arm and leading him over to join the others on the dance floor.
"Hey! Before you even try to dance with the expert, I should let you know that I can the maddest of grapevines.
"Show me or it's all but talk then!
And together, the prince and the nun shred the baddest of moves. From robots to fistpumping, most of these moves were real bad; but nonetheless, they were badass.
*TL;DR: Hudson and Marion start to dance really bad in the middle of the dance floor. If you want to join in with them, or do your own reply in relating to the music, then you most certainly can. Mostly because this is an open topic, and I expect people to do so. xD