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When; March 27, evening until the last party animal goes home.
Rating; I have no idea. I assume it would cap off around R? For language and drunken debauchery. And possible table dancing.
Characters; The staff at any of the City schools, TAs, and anyone cursed and not currently underage.
Summary; There has been a lot of talk about the teachers cutting loose after finals, and I thought it might be cool to have a general post to do it. Start a thread, tag someone else, end up backtagging like mad, whatever sounds fun. While the students are away, the teachers will play, and whatnot.
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It's been an insane week, and Dawn is just ready to take a break from it all. And drink more alcohol than is probably intelligent.

She's one of the first to arrive, and after flashing a smile at one of the bartenders, she gets both an Appletini and help dragging a couple tables together; it makes one corner of the bar into a nice home base of sorts. Then Dawn sits down, puts her feet up on another chair, and starts in on her first drink of the night.

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He's not always hostile, and he let her sit, giving her the kind of smile that made him a charmer when he had been younger. "I don't know what's up with kids today," he said. "Ten years ago this wouldn't even have flown over the radar."

He shrugged again. "What, are you inviting me?" He was kidding, and it's was a touch roguish. "Winchester'd kill me." He took another drink. "I'll figure out a way to get there. Chaperon. I'll talk to Dreiberg."

The power of that smile is undeniable. Dawn has never been accused of chasing after the clean cut type, either; give her a few more drinks and some music and Eddie might find himself on the receiving end of some flirting. "Blair's smart and used to getting her way. And she'll play people to get it."

Dawn laughed. "Sure, why not? It's not like I have a date." She grinned, taking another sip of her drink. "What, for going to a school dance? They're not that bad. You can take the alcohol you confiscate home. It's practically a liquor store, some years." With a nod Dawn shifted in her chair, crossing her legs. "Chaperoning is a smart plan. It sends the right message, and unless Blair wants to cause a public scene, it should stay drama-free."

It''s a smile that had gotten Eddie out of a lot of scrapes. Dawnie Summers was no Sally Jupiter, but that part of Eddie's life was long gone, now. Laurie wouldn't even answer his phone calls. He set his beer down, and grinned just a little bit more. "Well then, Ms. Summers, we go to this dance, and you and I chaperon some kiddies, and you keep me out of a scrape."

The sound of confiscating alcohol was definitely a good one, and Eddie could deal with that, too. "We'll have ourselves a grand old time."

Dawn blinked, surprised. "Wait, seriously?" Shaking her head, she laughed again. "Well, okay. I can call my friend Wesley and let him know he isn't going to be pressed into the date chain gang again. He might just send you a Thank You note for taking me off his hands for the night."

The smile turned from genuinely pleased to teasing. "A warning in advance, I expect you to dance with me at least once, and no stepping on my feet."

Dawn is a fixture at school dances; she has a habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and difficulty thinking up excuses on the spot. She's learned the ropes by necessity. "It'll be fun."

He laughed. It was something he did often, usually when students were suffering, and it was something that people associated with the darkest moments of gym class. "I know that Wesley kid. He's at the City University, right?" Eddie was pretty good at keeping tabs on everyone.

"I'll keep that in mind. No stepping on your feet." He took another drink. "And one dance, that's a pretty good compromise." He would give her more, if she wanted it. She reminded him of Laurie, a little. Except that Laurie didn't smile.

"A regular laugh riot."

"Mmm-hmm. Latin professor." Dawn can't help smiling proudly, just a little. Wesley's her best friend; in an odd way, she feels possessive of his success. "He'll just be glad he can stay home with some Scotch instead of being forced to dance with me."

Dawn's grin widened. "You'd better. I'm a little insane about my shoes, and stronger men than you have fallen beneath my wrath after ruining a pair." She's only half joking; Dawn's not violent, but there was one incident in college with beer and her favorite satin pumps at the time-- hey, she was young, and they were beautiful-- and a tirade that ended in tears. And not on her part. "And I said at least one. I'll see how many I can talk you into."

Given the right situation, Dawn might ask for that more. She's a hopeless case with men, and Wesley has been running interference far too effectively lately. "I mean it, though. A show of support on the staff's part and you showing up should help calm things down."

He nodded. "You're right. And you know it." He tips a glass to her. "You want another drink? On me."

"I try to make a habit of both. It can be hit or miss." She returned the toast, and drained the rest of her drink before setting the glass down with a flourish. "Looks like I might need one, now. I'd love a drink."

Eddie gave her another nod and signaled to the bartender. "Another one of whatever the lady's having," he said, and pointed to his own, mostly empty mug. "And another Heineken."

"Thanks, by the way." He didn't have a lot of friends on the staff. She didn't need to stand up for him. If he were a harder man, he wouldn't have accepted her help, but situations sometimes called for odd allies.

Dawn nodded to the bartender and held up her empty glass. "Appletini."

She turned back to Eddie, the thank you both surprising and welcome. "You're welcome. What Blair did was wrong." Shrugging, she pursed her lips, trying to lighten the mood. "And it's not like accepting a drink or going to a dance with an attractive colleague is a huge sacrifice on my part, honestly. It's not like I'm putting myself out."

The words made Dawn blush slightly, but when the bartender brought over the drinks, she just took a sip then raised her glass in a small toast. "Thanks, Eddie."

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