Dance for Money

[Fate]

Camlo shrugged, "Perhaps." He reached for a flask that had been produced. "But I prefer it." He took a hard swallow, "And I like having my own apartment."

[Jovan]

He laughed. "Whatever... but come, it's a holiday... don't you wish to come?"

[Fate]

"No." Camlo said flatly. He held the flask above his head, and the owner yelped for it's return. he finally mangaed to snatch it from Camlo's fingers. Camlo scowled, and cursed being the shortest of the group. "I have no one there I wish to see."

[Jovan]

"Then come with me," he smiled. "And you're a friend of Wen's... isn't the temtation of absithene, and wine good enough?"

[Fate]

Camlo hesitated, then pretended to be thinking. "Yes." he said finally, and followed Jovan.

[Jovan]

He smiled. The tromp of cousins sang out a gyspy song and well... he was having fun. Jovan turned back to Camlo and blinked. "Join in," he said with a smile.

[Fate]

Camlo made a skeptical face, but joined in anyway. His voice was higher then that of most males, but beautiful none the less.

[Jovan]

Jovan nodded and helped his voice mix with Camlo's. "Good voice," he said with a nod. "You should sing more..."

[Fate]

Camlo snorted, "I think not." He said queitly. He fished into his clothes and found some tabacco and passed it around. "I don't work as a Gypsy." he explained.

[Jovan]

Jovan took a small dip and closed his eyes. "Alright," he said with a nod. "But do I need to reintroduce you to our dancings and clothing..." He smiled.

"Don't tell me you haven't missed bells on your clothing."

[Fate]

Camlo's face broke into a wide grin. "Reintroduce nothing, dancing is something I could never give up." To prove his statement he vaulted himself off a cousin's shoulkder and twirled. The others laughed and clapped his back, and Camlo grinned at Jovan. "Dancing is my passion."

[marie]

((( Hope you don't mind my joining in, I'm trying to get Marie introduced to as many characters as possible since there are rather few. You can ignore her existence if she'd interrupt a prediscussed event )))

Marie laughed from beside the fire as the young men danced. She often came down to the gypsy camps, her father having been acquainted with many of them, and the culture grasping her imagination and senses more than anything she had ever known. The colour, the music, the ultimate freedom of their lifestyle fascinated her; and she enjoyed her little trips into their midst. With her pale skin and pretty face she stuck out much like a sore thumb; but other than attracting a few hoots and smiles it was nothing she couldn't handle. She leaned in as one of the girls whispered something into her ear, then looked at the man she had been referring to and laughed, blushing prettily.

Thinking nothing of the hint, she then accepted the girl's invitation and walked into the middle of the clapping circle of drunken gypsies to dance. Hitching up her purple skirt, she followed her friend's lead and only giggled when her hair came loose and hung about her shoulders in dark ringlets. She whipped it around, laughing, as they joined hands and twirled around in the firelight, attracting the attention of some of the men nearby, who stepped back to allow them space.

"Thank you, kind sir!" Marie laughed, as one of them gave her an amused bow. "I could only imagine the horror of accidentally treading on your foot!"