A Random Rp?

Quinn spotted Charlotte come in, and walked over to her. "Well. Someone seems not to have gotten the memo that this is a party, not a funeral." He said with a teasing smirk, crimson eyes bright. "But. Will you do me the honor of dancing with me, or will you prefer to be a wallflower and be boring?"

Aster was locked in conversation with someone else, smiling as he explained what he meant. His suit payed homage to his grandfather and father, with a fancy top hat, and his tie the bright colors that Alasdair Hatter, the Mad Hatter, had always worn.

Charlotte sighed. "I suppose I could take some time out of my very busy schedule to dance."

Quinn gave a smirking grin, and extended his hand. "Alright. Come on, then." He said, leading her out onto the dance floor. His suit was cut very stylishly, hugging his body in all the right places. It had, of course, a bit of a crimson theme, and a bit of a hearts theme.

Charlotte rolled her eyes as she took his hand. "I'll have you know that I'm not a particularly experienced dancer."

"Just follow my lead." He replied, one hand moving to rest on her hip, the other taking her hand.

Charlotte shrugged. "Whatever you say, Princey."

"Thats king, sire, your majesty, or master to you." He replied, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"No, it's not. We've been over this," Charlotte said with a sigh.

"Then call me Quinn. Princey is…not appreciated." Something dark flickered in his eyes.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Nothing is appreciated when you're around. And if you get to call me darling, then it's only fair that I get to call you some ridiculous nickname as well."

"Fine. I won't call you darling, you don't call me princey." He said, cocking his head slightly.

"Fine then," Charlotte sniffed.

"Alright." He kept dancing with her, crimson eyes bright with the effects of the alcohol he had drunk.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "The song's ended," she commented.

Quinn winked. "The next ones just started, sweetheart." He replied.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "I am leaving after this dance. I've better things to do than dance with you."

"Oh, like what?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Got a boyfriend I didn't know about?" He teased, smirking.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "No, but you are completely insufferable."

"Love, I'm a king." He replied, as if that answered everything.

Charlotte narrowed her eyes and raised her eyebrows. "That - that makes no difference. Whatsoever. At all. Ever."

He winked. "Okay."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "You are the single most obnoxious person in the world."

Smirking, he gave a mock bow. "Why thank you."

"It's not a compliment, idiot," Charlotte shook her head and looked down to hide a reluctant smile.

He smirked again. "What?" He said in mock surprise.

"Shut up," she muttered, keeping her gaze on the floor.

"Why?" He challenged.

"Because you're - you're being annoying," she managed. She had no idea why she was suddenly nervous, and it was, in fact, incredibly annoying.

He bent, mouth by her ear. "Annoying?" He murmured. "Or are you just embarrassed?"

"I'm not embarrassed," she muttered.