persephonesings:
LOCATION: founder’s ball AVAILABILITY: open to all
Her heels — tall and designer and as sparkly as her dress — had been discarded a while back and Yasmin had made no concrete plans to go retrieve them any time soon. If she was going to stand around and sip champagne with a swarm of out-of-touch rich people and terse mobsters, she wasn’t going to do it while her feet were in pain.
It didn’t take long for her to get tired of talking and drinking. No one ever seemed to want to make genuine conversation at these things, and when they did all they wanted to do was talk about Harvey. When the orchestra began to play a more jovial number, she saw an opportunity to ditch the dull chatter. “Do you want to dance?” she said out loud without bothering to turn her head and see who was standing beside her. She thought the worst they could do was say no, or crush her bare toes.
in truth, he wasn’t sure what the whole point of this was. whether it was supposed to be some sort of event where people actually enjoyed themselves, or if it was something more for people who simply wanted to show up and be seen. either way, whoever planned this could use a tip or two on what actually constituted something interesting.
“who? me?” he asked, confused for a moment since the question simply seemed to be directed to anyone - and not necessarily him. he raised a brow, before holding his hand out her. “sure. i always knew there was going to be a time when those two ballroom dancing classes i took were going to come in handy,” maddox answered with a laugh, before giving a nod in the direction of the floor. there wasn’t nearly anyone on it, but if he had to spend another minute smiling fakely and thinking about what a waste of time this was, he might’ve lost his mind. “now, i can’t promise anything - but if i do step on your toes, you have full permission to punch me.”












