Not So Happy Birthday (Peter, Open to anyone there, the more the merrier, do whatever!)

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

The cruise for Peter's birthday was absolutely perfect. Peter loved it. He loved that he got to spend the time with his friends and family and there certainly were a lot of those around tonight... He was thrilled to hear Spectre and Derek Sherinian playing, and Deirdre sang occasionally too. It was wonderful. Even if he had doubled the amount of pain killers he was taking just to numb his stupid aching head. Once he was headache free, he was able to enjoy himself immensely. He had a wonderful chat with Dimitri and Sergei, and he laughed as Tasha danced with Hope and Fiona all at once. He danced with Aly too. And then with his daughters all in turn. Even Caleb wanted to dance, but only so he could stand on Peter's shoes and get a 'ride'. Lavannah was sitting by the railing chatting with Gavin, though she was watching Johanna with someone else who Peter recognised was Will. Evey kept running up to Will and then darting away again to chat with Deirdre and her girls as well. Every time there was a break in the music, Spectre was followed around by Jacinta and Edward Montgomery, and they proceeded to parent him. He looked oddly pleased. Abigail and Stuart were dancing and looking quite happy. Even Robert looked okay, though he hung back away from the action. Thomas was talking with Mary and Kat who was rolling her daughters back and forth in the stroller as she talked. People were everywhere, dancing and laughing and eating.

And then Peter started to feel a little strange. He excused himself from Aly's presence and he slipped down under the deck into one of the small hallways so he could lean up against the thin wall. It might be that he was just a little motion sick, but the cruise had ended about twenty minutes ago and the boat was now docked. It was gently rocking back and forth, but nothing major. And still Peter felt incredibly dizzy. He put a hand to his head and he crouched down a little, willing himself not to be sick.

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[dylan-patrick.livejournal.com]

Dylan smiled up at her. "And what form of dance is it that you participate in? Dylan asked easily. "I have always wanted to learn the dances they did during the mediaeval period, but alas and woe, they are not taught. It is truly a pity that such a beautiful artform has all but disappeared." Lydia just grinned. Her boyfriend was so smart.

[bailarindereina.livejournal.com]

Reina was so completely charmed by this little boy. She grinned and sat down near him. "I dance ballet and I dance the tango. I dance many Spanish dances. Spain is where I am from."

Lydia actually spoke up then. "We went to Spain. To stay with your mum. It was gorgeous there."

Reina smiled and she patted Lydia's hand. Lydia looked less than thrilled. "It is a beautiful country filled with beautiful dance. And I am sure you could find a group to teach you your olden days dances, Dylan. You could teach me and then I could teach them at the academy! We could make them popular together."

Caitlin looked well pleased. Dylan worked like a charm every time. And now she had another famous 'friend'.

[dylan-patrick.livejournal.com]

Dylan nodded excitedly. "Tis a noble plan, Lady Reina! I do believe it is one we shall accomplish!" Dylan turned to his mother. "I have need of your internet phone, mother!" And he held his hands out. Caitlin promptly complied and Dylan began looking up mediaeval reenactment groups on Google.

Caitlin shrugged. "He's always been like this."

Lydia kissed the side of Dylan's head. "He's my boyfriend!"

"They're an adorable couple." Finian said with a sage nod.

[bailarindereina.livejournal.com]

"I see that!" Reina said, not commenting on the fact that Lydia was 12 and Dylan was obviously young too. She thought it was cute. And Dylan seemed to be far more mature than his mother anyway. She didn't find the idea of him having a girlfriend odd at all.

Dylan put one hand in the air in victory. "I have been victorious!" He proclaimed. "And I have located a certain 'mediaeval festival' where I can learn the proper art of courtly dance! Will you accompany me, Lady Lydia."

"Sure!" Lydia said happily.

"Then it shall be a most wondrous outing indeed."

[dylan-patrick.livejournal.com]

Caitlin hugged Dylan close and Dylan smiled as he handed back her internet phone. "So, Reina, would you like a drink?"

"Something sparkly." Reina answered and Caitlin scuttled off to get it.

"She's very in to people." Dylan said easily. "Has she inquired as to whether she can photograph you yet?"

"Almost first thing."

Dylan laughed. "Well, she is quite accomplished at it. You shan't be disappointed if you take up her offer."

Reina was gradually warming to Caitlin as Dylan worked his magic. "I think I will. Thank you, Dylan."

"Tis my pleasure, my lady." And Dylan winked before leading Lydia to the dance floor.