revivalproject | Every hero movie needs a party

WHO: Anyone and everyone
WHERE: Some Ballroom
WHAT: PARTAY! AKA the Fundraiser Padme is throwing to raise money for Tony's philanthropic oopsie
WHEN: mid-April
WARNINGS: Nothing in general. Potential for villain violence.

((ooc: This is a general mingle post. Go forth and do whatever you want! I've set the scene for the party but what you do in it is up to you! Want to party and schmooze with some rich folks? Go for it! Want to be a bad guy and try to steal shit from under said rich people's noses? Fabulous! Want to be a hero and stop said bad guys. Awesome! Want to brood and sulk like the dark angsty DC character you've always wanted to be? You do you, boo. Go forth and have fun!))

Maybe you're well to do in the city. Maybe you just know a guy who knows a guy. Or maybe you just have the right connections and heard it through the grapevine. One way or another, you've heard about the party of the month. Padme Naberrie Amidala, on behalf of the Stark Industries Board of Directors, has planned the finest fundraising event of her career to help pay for the new wing on the children's hospital... And maybe some starving children Tony wants to save.

Arrival

The entrance sets the stage for the whole event. Lit posts leading up to a wide circular doorway. The red carpet from the sidewalk is lined with paparazzi looking to snap some primo pictures of the attendees. Pose for the cameras, mingle, or just grab a drink from one of the waitstaff as you head inside.

Dinner is Served

The tables are set with fine place settings and beautiful center pieces. Most of the room is decked out in black and white, so as to not draw attention to the lovely colored gowns worn by many of the attendees. The gourmet meal has several options to satisfy everyone. The deserts are even more elaborate. Grab a bite and socialize. Or steal a seat or a plate when no one's looking. I'm not the boss of you.

Time to Socialize

There might not be a formal dance floor but the string quintet is playing some lovely music while the guests mingle. Now's the time to grab a glass of champagne or something from the bar. Snag some fancy looking hors d'oeuvres from a wandering server and spend time with your fellow citizens of this fine city.

Auction!

It is a fundraiser, after all. Aside from the cost to get in (unless you're a filthy freeloader who snuck in the back door), there is also a silent auction set up for attendees. But there are no gift baskets or wreathes in this auction. Nay, my friends. There is a reason there are guards at the door. This auction includes such things as Rolex watches, diamond necklaces, ski trips to the Andes and other fancy rich people things.

But the cherry on top is Tony Stark's contribution. A car that mysterious billionaire Din Djarin is rumored to have his eye on. The car has somehow been brought into the event and is on display for anyone to admire. But remember, that car did belong to Tony Stark, so none of you villains even think about trying to steal it!

The Bar

Every formal event has to have a bar for people tired of champagne or those who just want to be antisocial and run away for a while. Does this really need any more description than that?

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And lead her he does. Ben didn’t do this sort of thing a lot, but he knew a little about dancing, and had watched other people do it plenty of times.

When out on the floor he shyly draws her close and puts his arm around Padme’s waist. His slow steps leading them through the music that was playing.

“It’s been a long time,” he admits. A long time since he’s danced with anyone like this, or had given him any sort of attention in this manner.

There's something strangely familiar about all of this. Being this close to him, dancing... She has a strange sense of deja vu as she rests her hand on his shoulder and lets him pull her close. But she shakes it off. They'd never done this before, so it must just be her imagination.

She smiles, "Really? That's such a shame. You dance very well."

It is strange, and what's stranger still, is that he has the same feeling. It's like his body remembered what it felt like having her in his arms like this. He knew exactly how to hold her, and he couldn't help but marvel at that.

"Oh, well, thank you," he says with another blush touching his cheeks. "So are you."

It also felt like his feet knew what to do too.

"You... look beautiful this evening. I hope its all right if I say as much."

She smiles brightly, nodding. "Of course it is. Thank you. You look quite handsome, yourself."

It astounded her that there were no missteps, no awkward bumps as they maneuvered across the dance floor. It certainly was as if they'd done this before. But they hadn't... Right?

"I'm glad you came." She found herself saying.

"So am I," he says softly. Getting a bit lost in the moment as he looks into her eyes. Feeling as if he knows them, and yet he doesn't. A bit of feeling stirring in him that he knows he shouldn't have, but he can't quite help himself.

"It might sound a bit silly," he says, trying his best not to look too foolish. "But I've always admired you."

She flushes slightly. It's so intimate, so familiar. And yet... It doesn't feel wrong.

"Admired me?" She regards him curiously. "Why?"

"Well I watch people. It's part of my job, really." It sounded creepy, but he was part of the press, and they had a reputation for being nosey. It wasn't an unwarranted one. That's how they got their news.

"But I've always liked watching you. You're so strong, and courageous. More than I could ever hope to be." She has overcome things that Ben couldn't even fathom, and yet managed to retain such beauty and grace despite it all. It really was remarkable to him.

Her blush deepens. She hadn't expected something so insightful.

Suddenly bashful, she looks away. "Oh, come on. I don't know about that. You're strong, too. Taking care of your brother like you do."

"Maybe," Ben admitted with a hint of his own bashfulness. "But not quite like you." After all, she did much more than look after her children. And had two of them to boot. She had a life, doing things like this to help those less fortunate, and even fought villains on top of it all.

"Well it's not a competition." She looks up at him, gently chastising. "Everyone has their own struggles and their own strengths."

Ben laughs a little at that. "No, but is it so wrong of me to admire someone who is out there helping others every day while I'm just working a day job?"

C'mon Padme, surely you didn't expect you wouldn't get at least a little hero worship. But he does admire her humility now too.

Not everyone knows who she is. Then again, it would make sense for a reporter to figure it out.

She smiles, "No. It's not wrong. Perhaps I'm just bad at taking compliments."

“That’s a shame,” Ben says, though he can’t help but smile fondly. “But I guess I can’t really judge since I’m not really any better.”

He continued to lead them across the floor until the song unfortunately came to an end. “It’s been wonderful dancing with you. And if we don’t get to talk again any time soon, just know that I had a good time.”

Sadly, all good things come to an end.

She smiles up at him, nodding. "As did I. I'm happy I got this chance to get to know you, Ben. I truly hope we can do this again."

Indeed they did, but he wouldn’t part ways without a very fond memory at least.

He wasn’t quite sure what came over him, it almost felt reflexive. But as Ben pulled back he raised her hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it.

“Until then, my lady.”

He then released her hand, taking a few steps back. Getting one last look. A warm smile on his face before he turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Every hero movie needs a party

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