thecapitol | I am the man who would fight for your honor

I am the man who would fight for your honor

Who| Albert, Jet, their friends, all the Tributes, stylists, mentors, etc.
What| Albert & Jet get married!
Where| The Tiberius Ainsworth Memorial Atrium
When| Saturday, October 25th
Warnings/Notes| N/A?

With the change of the seasons, the sun seems to set at an earlier hour everyday. As such, by the time four o'clock rolls around, the sky over the mountains has taken on a deep orange hue. The evening is cloudless and promises a beautiful starry night for whoever is bold enough to stay up late enough to see it. It is truly a splendid evening, the perfect day for the joining of two hearts.

The atrium was decorated in black, silver, and gold color schemes, with tasteful bursts of metallic and random abundances of orchids in vibrant, tropical hues. The attendees were led to seats on either side of the aisle and the numerous media figures prepped themselves at the back of the atrium. A beautiful melody played and the members of the wedding party walked down the aisle.

Once the ceremony was finished and the officiant pronounced Albert & Jet legally married, the guests were instructed to throw confetti and disperse into the reception area.

The cameras are rolling, the music is playing, and it's time to kick back and celebrate. As a wedding gift, the Capitol has lifted the curfew for the night, so feel free to dance the night away!

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This just happens to be Steve's first wedding. He's seen the aftermath, parties in the neighborhood or cars with cans tied to the bumper, but never been to one. Hard to go to one when you don't know any one getting hitched. With it being a new experience and liking the grooms, so he couldn't see a reason to refuse. Even brought Stark as his date.

He's dressed in a nice tux, though he feels a bit disheveled with the buttons popped, but his stylist insisted quite vehemently that it was necessary. It wasn't worth the argument to get her to put the buttons back on.

Dancing isn't on his agenda, not really. At times, Steve can be found watching people dance with an almost distant look, but it never lingers long. Still, he's his normal pleasant and cordial self as he makes his way around, greeting both new and old alike with a small smile.

"Having a nice time?"

He's likely to decline and invitation to dance, but feel free to ask.

Nat figures she's lucky enough to escape with a regular looking dress this time around. It's too heavy on the frills for her liking, but it's also exactly within her colour scheme. And considering how ridiculous she knows the stylists can get these days, it's probably a one-time blessing. A wedding like this is a huge event for a place like the Capitol. Nat's here with her best gracious smile, but she's also here because the extended curfew brought about just for this manages to catch her attention.

Though when she spots Steve, she has to whistle low and give him a once over. Maybe just to make him squirm a little bit. Just the slightest bit.

"Why Mr. Rogers, you're beautiful," she tells him, flashing him a smile and a sweep of her skirt.

Steve does give an abashed smile at her once over and compliment. Before he might have squirmed, but with the level of attention he gets here, he's slowly adjusting to it. A surprise benefit, though, he'll never truly get used to the attention his looks get.

He gives a huffed laugh and looks down at his feet, before looking up at her again.

"I'm flattered, Miss Romanoff, you're quite the vision of beauty tonight," he holds out his hand for her to take so he can give it a kiss as he bows in greeting. "Here for the food and dancing?" He doesn't imagine she knows the couple well enough to come for the wedding.

He kisses her hand and he bows and Natasha is reminded yet again how much of a man out of time he is. Because she's pretty sure manners like those were lost sometime in the decades that he was frozen through. And it really is a shame that he's rejected all of her set-ups, because there are probably a lot of girls out there that would swoon at his feet. Not that she's one of them, but she's capable of recognizing it.

Steve bows, and Nat replies with a graceful sweep of her skirt because it amuses her. "I couldn't pass up a chance to ask you for a dance," she tells him, nodding over to the floor where people are already beginning. "C'mon."

She's not taking no for an answer.

There's something about dancing that catches him every time and he's fully aware of why. How could it not when it makes his heart clench as it reminds him of looking into Peggy's brown eyes after their first and last kiss or the way her voice was shattering over the radio as they planned a date he'd never make. Of failing Peggy in the arena and how she wasn't revived to punish him.

Yet, he knows he can't refuse Natasha and part of him doesn't want to, especially the part that belongs to Peggy that tells him she wouldn't want him to stay frozen in memories and broken promises. She moved on and so should he.

So, after a long moment where it almost seems he might try to refuse, he gives her a small grin. "Go easy on me, never really learned how."

Bucky trying to show him when they were teens, then Steve having an asthma attack doesn't really count.

It's a sign of triumph that she actually manages to get Steve on the dance floor. Natasha will put it down as one of her crowning achievements. She'll take the lead here, manipulating his hands so that one rests at her waist, taking the other in her own.

"I'm a great teacher," she tells him with a grin that mirrors his own, going through slow but graceful steps. Showing him how without pointing it out verbally. "You're gonna be a natural, promise."

By now, having done her short set as the wedding singer, Venus has found that the butterflies that had previously invaded her stomach seem to have vanished. Even the pangs of jealousy - no, of longing, of wishing she could be as happy as Albert and Jet are now - seem to have subsided, and she finds that she is honestly, genuine joyful right now for her friends. For a moment, despite the Capitol's efforts to make the event ridiculous, she can rest assured knowing that momentary bliss exist. She can see Albert's demons temporarily banished, Jet's fantasy attained. She can know that two good men can sometimes find each other.

Maybe this is all part of being a better person.

Her set consisted of four songs: "And I Love You So", "Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered", "Plan to Marry" and "It's So Easy". They went off without a hitch - pun intended. Her voice, while not pure and perfect, is quite emotive, and any sandy edges to her notes seemed, if not intentional, honest. Plus, she gives herself credit for not forgetting any of the lyrics.

She didn't break a sweat, of course, because she's a professional. Just because her usual trade isn't singing so much as reality television doesn't mean that she doesn't keep her poise when on a stage.

Still, she's relieved when she hits the dance floor, in a detailed dress and towering white heels, and it shows on the wideness of her grin. She doesn't invite Steve along, but she does stop to answer his question. "I am. You?"

There was no denying that this lady had a good voice, he quite enjoyed the way she carried notes and put emotion into the words she sang. He came from a time of pure notes and perfect pitch, so it was very modern how her voice sounded to him. Not that he can't appreciate and like a more modern voice, he finds he enjoys the qualities of both types of singing.

She's quite the vision as she stops to speak with him, the grin lighting up her face in the most flattering way. Even with the brand, her beauty was radiant.

"I am. It's a lavish event, but I'm having a good time," he's mostly glad the Capitol didn't turn this into a circus.

"If you don't mind me saying, you have a beautiful voice."

She holds out her hand, inviting him to take it so they can dance. What else are you supposed to do to an orchestral version of Freebird?

Besides, she'll get to say she had a dance with Steve Rogers. At the very least it'll make for a good anecdote when she next runs into her current favorite roommate, Mr. Wilson.

"Thanks. I was nervous as hell getting up there. I didn't want to completely blow it for the grooms." Playing a part and putting on a good face for a camera, for nameless adoring fans, is easy. Doing so for two of your only friends on the most important day they'll ever have is terrifying. "I had a record contract back home, but I think that was more the auto-tune singing than me."

Steve hesitates, a refusal on the tip of his tongue, but he's already danced with two people tonight, he supposes there's not really any reason to keep refusing. So, he takes her hand, giving her a gracious nod and leading her out to the dance floor.

"You didn't seem nervous at all," he reassures her of that. Auto-tune is a new word for him, but it's simple to infer it's meaning in the context. "Auto-tune, huh? I can't see why they would want to ruin your natural tone like that. But maybe I'm old fashioned," it's a gentle flirt, but it's more honest. He really doesn't see what's so bad about natural singing, plenty of good singers before technology took over.

When they start to dance, he's not terrible, but he's still not exactly great, Natasha and Tony showed him some of the ropes when dancing with him earlier. "I haven't danced much, but I'll make sure not to step on your toes," he gives her a wry smile.

"Well, normally I'm not singing anything that sounds like what it did in your time. More oontz-oontz, four-on-the-floor kind of stuff."

Venus isn't all that great a dancer, more suited to wineglass socializing or for an outright bump and grind than this structured ballroom thing.

"With these heels, I'm more likely to squish yours." She flashes a grin that's almost sheepish. "But at least I'll get to say I danced with Captain America."

Oonts-oontz, four-on-the-floor makes no sense to him, and normally, he would just roll with it or leave it be, but the fact she seems to know what time he's from... well, he's curious now.

"Can't say I'm very up to date with the new generation of music. But sounds like you knew that," it's just open ended enough to let her choose to fill him in of not, since his title isn't any secret here, not enough to be a clue at least.

Steve keeps the moves simple, not like he knows enough to make them more than that. He gives her a wry smile, "I think my feet can take it, wouldn't be a very good Captain America if some foot stomping so easily took me down."

"You're an icon on my world. Leader of the Avengers and all."

She can work with simple moves, although it's clear her idea of dancing is more suited for a club than a ballroom. There's something sensual about how she moves even when she isn't trying to make it that way, something drilled into her by agents and coaches from her teenage years. She knows how to hold someone's hand and look them in the eyes as if they're the sun and moon to her, even if they've just met.

"I'm on a superhero team too back there, sort of. I'd say we were about as famous as you are but not as respected, if that makes sense?"

Standing by Steve in his own suit, Tony doesn't feel remotely out of place here. However he does look very much bored.
Unlike Steve, this wasn't his first wedding, probably not even his last, and if it hadn't been for Steve inviting him with those big blue eyes he would have happily missed this one.

Weddings were always boring to him, he understood the whole big commitment thing, but he never felt himself sentimental ~~Or romantic enough, really~~ to ever have one himself. After all being famous and a public figure would mean any wedding he had to be groom to would have to be elaborate and expensive, when really he would be happy enough to just get city hall to deal with it so he can get back to whom he married and his work.

He stood with a soda water in his hand, as he glanced over at Steve.

"Uh, yeah. It's all very. Matrimonial." He takes a drink, then stares at it when he realises how disinterested he sounds. "So far there's been a lot less drama. Especially considering our location."

Tony hasn't been spending that much time actually looking at Steve. Mostly because the man is looking particularly handsome to the point of distracting, which Tony finds kind of annoying because that's normally his job when suits are involved. He's also not entirely sure how he feels about finding his fake boyfriend distracting either.

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Steve mostly asked Tony because it would have looked odd for one boyfriend to go to an event like this and not the other. Even if the man is bored - which he so obviously is - it's a good date opportunity to sell their lie. Besides, he can't help the cheeky thought that Tony is good arm candy.

He shakes his head at the disinterested reply, though really, he hadn't expected much more than that. "I'm mostly glad that they didn't make this a mockery," also happy to be able to attend in a tux and not dressed as a fetish stripper. "Albert and Jet deserve an honest wedding."

The space between them is natural for friends, but they're supposed to be dating, right? So, Steve steps closer, closing the space to be more intimate, giving Tony a small shrug as an explanation if he looks for one.

Tony shrugs at Steve's assertion that Jet and Albert deserve an honest wedding. He's never met Jet and has only spoken to Albert a handful of times, he seems like a decent guy at least.

"Would know about that one. I barely know them. It's about on par for what I'm used to though." After all he was aware that there was clearly cameras here because what capitolite wouldn't love the thrill of a fancy tribute wedding. This place was almost as Hollywood as Hollywood was after all.

Tony does glance at Steve when he gets a little, but even without the nod he knows he's coming closer for the eyes and the cameras. After all they were acting like they were dating after all. so Tony gives him a small smile, to make it look like to anyone watching that Steve was just being so very cute and shy about the whole dating thing. He leans in closer himself then pulls a hand out of his pocket to takes Steve's hand. Then he raises his head a little to talk quietly into Steve's ear.

"Let me know if I take this too far."

After all, he didn't want Steve to feel uncomfortable but think he still had to go along with it. Not that he thought for one second Steve would but he still felt the need to say it

Steve gives a nod with a small smile, appreciating the consideration Tony is giving him even if it's not an issue. He has no trouble stopping anything that makes him uncomfortable, even if this place and the people here continuously push and pull at his limits, Tony isn't one of those people. There's nothing he's really concerned about.

Still he murmurs a quiet but amused, "Oh, I'll make sure you know," as he lets Tony take his hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze, an unsaid okay to whatever Tony is planning.

He has a feeling he knows where this might go, it makes his stomach clench and his heart ache, but Peggy isn't here and he has an act to pull off. It's not real. And it's not like he hasn't danced with Bucky or his Ma to learn how or gotten pulled around a fire by DumDum in a spirited mockery of a dance.

He'll be okay.

"Good, because I'm not going to stand around anymore."

Tony gives the hand a squeeze back before lifting Steve's hands to his lips, brushing an easy kiss to the back of the man's hand before leading him towards the dance floor slowly while trying to not look like he's dragging the blonde. It isn't that he's eager to dance, so much as he's very much bored of being still. And when it comes to dancing, you can stay in one place while still moving around.

Tony deposits his glass onto the platter of a passing server as they get to the dance floor, Tony stops and turns to Steve with a questioning head tilt.

"I'm guessing that I'm Ginger Rogers seeing as I could easily dance backwards and in heels?" He smirks playfully. "I find it's also easier to learn to lead by following this way."

Because of course Tony knows how little Steve knows about dancing.

The kiss to his hands get a raised eyebrow before Steve smiles and looks down, away from the scene before him. He hadn't expected it at all, but they are dating so he doesn't really bother to stop his abashed reaction to Tony's actions. He figures it at least will help his credibility of being shy about public displays of affection, make their lack of outright intimacy make sense.

With only a short hesitation, Steve follows after Tony on to the dance floor, making sure to not look like he's being dragged out there as much as it feels that way. He wants to be surprised that the man before him knows how little he knows how to dance, but he's not.

"Maybe, but seeing as I'm no Fred Astaire, seems more likely you're Johnny and I'm Baby, just reverse roles," Steve gives a grin and a breathy chuckle. He moves into lead position as Tony suggested, willing to trust the man's suggestion.

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Curiously, this is Initiate's second wedding, which is telling that he's been here far too long, being alien as he is and never knowing such traditions on Alternia. It all seems as strange and unusual as the first time. At least this time he actually knows what all it is.

The Initiate is sure he will take to the dance. It's joy what he must partake in, given the chance, and he's got a few what he'd like as to do it with. But for now, he's more than happy simply sitting by, watching the festivities, and moreover, Terezi Pyrope scattering flower petals on everything.

A voice sounds from nearby and he starts. Immediately after, he sighs and shakes his head at himself. Still too much an avox to keep from flinching.

The Initiate, dressed in a suit of his own, turns his head, pretending like the flinch didn't happen, then raises his brows.

"...Steve Rogers. EVENING," He greets. "Perhaps a motherfucker ought to be asking samelike. WHAT BRINGS YOU TO AN INTIATE?"

Oh. Well. So, it seems he speaks like he types - to be frank, he didn't expect that. Probably should have. Well, at least Steve feels he's gotten a hang of understanding what the man is saying. Well, if he gets anything wrong, he'll just have to own up to it.

Though, as much as Initiate acts like it didn't happen, the flinch doesn't go unnoticed by Steve. Still, it's nothing he'll mention unless he finds a reason to be concerned enough to, even if he's curious as to why it happened. Just something to note.

He gives him a courteous nod in greeting, "Well, figured I hear enough about you, should finally come and meet you."

That and the only other troll he's met as far as the Capitol knows is Eridan, so he figures he shouldn't base all opinions off him and what Dave says.

Motherfucker's heard of him. He hopes as he's just meaning from what got done on network. Steve's knowing about him just by word of mouth couldn't be good.

"Well don't that just make a motherfucker curious. WHAT ALL SUCH THINGS HAVE BEEN HEARD, HE DOST MAKES AT TO WONDER," He says. "Heard some of you as well. THOUGH TELL TRUE, WAS ONLY LAST HE'D TRULY GOTTEN THIS MOTHERFUCKER'S ATTENTIONS."

He doubts Steve had noticed him back then. Not even looking as he does, being an avox was a stifler of presence. Especially among carnage, as Cornucopias go.

Steve had noticed him before now, maybe not during the cornucopia but he kept an eye out for him in the media at least. If only because Carlos mentioned Initiate and working with him on the Rebellion. But for what he saw, he took with a grain of salt, being that he acted like an Avox made it difficult to really judge who he was. It's only really now that Steve is allowing himself to get to know the man.

"Nothing bad, though I took everything Dave said with a grain of salt," not really, he took it all pretty to heart, since Dave seemed rather honest and not trying to set him up for failure then.

"I suppose it's better late than never that I got your attention," his tone is wry as he says it, meaning it more as a joke.

He grins. "Truly, it would be tragedy. WHAT ALL WOULD YOU GET AT TO DO WITH YOUR OWNSELF, VOID OF MINE MOTHERFUCKING ATTENTIONS KINDLY? Would hate to have been such a goddamned heartbreaker."

Jokes done well are most certainly going to gain his favor. Steve's got some points going for him right now. Even if it was apparently Dave what was informant here. Dave was starting to maybe turn out alright, but that don't mean the motherfucker knows best.

"TAKE MORE SALT UP WITH IT. Whatever intentions be his, I doubt he's got knowing full what all my kind is being about, and less so of me," He says. "IN FUCKING FACT, MY TIME AND THE TIME WHAT HE'S KNOWING OF TROLLS IS BEING A GOOD THOUSAND SWEEPS APART. S'a different world, my brother."

Steve pauses and puts a hand up to his heart, as if feeling for it beat. Then his face is relieved in obvious jest, giving a nod.

"Yeah, we're good, met in the nick of time, my heart's still in one piece," he gives him a grin in return, amused at his own antics. It seemed to come easily with the troll. He still felt iffy about understanding what he was saying, but he rolled with it easily enough.

Well, Dave does know more than Steve about Trolls, so kind of hard to dismiss even the bare facts the boy gave him. Though, the mention of different times peeks his interest. "So, where you're from, Dave is from the future and you're from the past?" Thousand huh? Yeah, with that many years difference, it would be different worlds. "I hadn't heard of anyone here with that much of a time gap between each other. Hundred years or so, yeah, not a thousand."

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carnagecarnival - 2015-01-28 20:07 (UTC) - Expand

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I am the man who would fight for your honor

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DANCING STEVE, OLD AND SWEET, ONLY 70. ok he's not 70 whatever just go with it

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