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[heloise]

Who: EVERYONE!
When: Dec. 15
Where: Ballroom!
What: Borgia-Mills Saturnalia party, basically, that party!

The garlands and wreaths of leaves decorating the ballroom sure look similar. Almost Christmas trees. Pagan origins for an otherwise religious holiday. This occasion has no purpose, however, aside from merriment, freedom and lots and lots of eating!

The cooks Henry gathered are welcome to place their creations on a long table set to one side, while most of the ballroom is left clear for dancing of any form. Most of the sofas have been pushed against the walls as refuge for tired feet. The wine flows freely, with uncountable goblets here and there!

Oh, one more thing, beware the nutcrackers.

[ ooc; make your own threads, there are no rules except for go wild! ]

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[heloise]

Lucrezia chuckles. "Too easy! He could tell me apart without eyes to see."

She reaches to take Steph's hand, interlacing their fingers together in some sort of secret pact. "Who would tell you apart, Stephanie?"

[secondchances]

Ezio comes to mind again, and Steph almost rolls her eyes at the thought. Yeah, maybe, if he didn't get distracted entirely.

"I don't know," she says, enjoying the warmth of Lucrezia's hand, "Can I say you?"

[heloise]

Lucrezia grins and brings their hands to her lips so she can press a kiss on Steph's fingers. The smallest gesture, but she herself knows what it means.

"You can."

[secondchances]

"Fine. Then you. I think you'd be able to tell me apart easily," she smiles, leaning in. This is their little secret, after all. "And I know I'd find you without hesitation."

[heloise]

"Well," she bites back a grin, mischievous, and withholds the punchline. "I did measure the exact length of your fingers, every crease on them in fact. I even took a lock of your hair so I could remember the exact shade in every light."

[secondchances]

Steph gasps and clutches her hair.

"I knew it! You fiend."

[heloise]

Lucrezia laughs, almost cackles, before remembering to cover her mouth with her mask. "Would you like it back?"

[secondchances]

"Nah," she grins and leans back.

"I guess it's only fair, if I took some of your hair. Just in case, you know. You sleep like a rock, by the way."

[heloise]

She tries to make a mock pout at the rock comment. "I do not!"

[secondchances]

"You do! And you snore. I can hear it from my room." She nods. Totally true.

[heloise]

Lucrezia swats her playfully. "What lies! Now I must gather witnesses to vouch that I sleep as silently as the night itself."

[secondchances]

Steph makes her own attempt at a pout, which isn't nearly as good as Lucrezia's. "What, do you have sleepovers with people who aren't me? I think I'm a good, reliable witness!"

[heloise]

So Lucrezia shows her what a proper pout should look like, the one that could earn her ponies and new rooms if she plays her cards right. "I might just, find those who take more pleasure in my sonorous slumber."

[secondchances]

Sonorous. Steph's not sure if that's a word, but it gets her to laugh a little.

"Implying there's anyone who would take pleasure in that."

[heloise]

She tips her chin up in defiance, still pouting! "If you do not then maybe no one will."

[secondchances]

"You're probably right."

She does her best to keep a serious face, but is clearly struggling!

[heloise]

Lucrezia does a better morose face!

"So you must never ever leave me for I would never be able to sleep alone. Did you know you could die of such cause?"

[secondchances]

"I've heard," she smiles, leaning over to press a brief kiss to Lucrezia's cheek. "I guess I can't ever go anywhere, then. Poor Stephanie."

[heloise]

She grins under the kiss and taps Steph's nose. "Poor Stephanie indeed, confined to caring for the lonesome Lucrezia Borgia, shunned for her snoring."

[secondchances]

She hums happily.

"She can't be lonesome if Stephanie is around, and I'm sure her snoring is her worst trait. And snoring can be fixed!"

[heloise]

"But if you were to fix it, she might find a chance to stray," she reaches for strands of Steph's hair and winds it around her index finger. "That would be terrible, would it not?"

[secondchances]

"I'm sure she wouldn't. I hear she's very fond of Stephanie Brown, but keep that a secret."

[heloise]

Lucrezia grins and makes to stand, taking Steph's hand along with her. "Is she fond enough of this Stephanie Brown to want to dance with her?"

[secondchances]

"Definitely. Even if she has no idea what kind of dancing is going to happen."

Like hell if she's comfortable with Strange Renaissance Dances, but she could roll with whatever.

[heloise]

"But Lucrezia Borgia would rather let Stephanie choose, her friend has a penchant for dances that abide by no rules."