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[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

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.
Log;

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.

[ooc: If you'd like your thread to be closed to certain someone or someones, subject line it and all is aces. Otherwise, anywhere is jump in-able; let's have some fun.]

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[71-chevelle.livejournal.com]

"Don't drink in all in one gulp, Dawn, or you won't last long."

Bobby dragged himself up to the chair next to his former student and took a swig of the beer he'd grabbed from the bartender on the way in. Over thirty years teaching, and now it was done.

Damn he was gonna miss it.

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"Bobby!" Dawn beamed at him, then stuck out her tongue. "It'll take me at least three, maybe four, don't worry."

She leaned over a bit, pressing her shoulder to his. Bobby had been her teacher, and then later a good friend. She'd never really been able to picture the school she ended up spending almost half of her life in without him.

"I'm going to miss you, you know."

[71-chevelle.livejournal.com]

Bobby put an arm around her and squeezed. He and his wife had never manged to have kids before the cancer took her, but the woman next to him was just about the closest thing.

"Eh, you'll be fine. Probably get more work done without me around, anyway."

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Dawn sighed and returned the hug. Along with Wesley, Bobby probably helped the most to keep her from screwing up any worse than she had in high school, slotting nicely into the role of father she lacked. Dawn had never been a bad kid, but when the acting out threatened to get out of control, Bobby kept her in line.

"Now you're just trying to make me feel better." She rested her chin on his shoulder. "And anyway, you'll still be around, or I'll practice my new lockpick skills on your place first."

[71-chevelle.livejournal.com]

"Those skills I haven't taught you yet? Those skills? Shouldn't count your chickens, kiddo. I might revoke the classes."

But he wouldn't. She'd hem and haw and pester, and soon he'd be patiently explaining levers, locks, and patience.

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Dawn grinned, leaned up a little to press a kiss to one grizzled cheek. "No you won't."

She went back to leaning her head against Bobby's shoulder, sighing deeply. "It's been a hell of a week, huh?"

The conversation with Tony Foster is still weighing heavy on her mind. Dawn's not sure what to do, or even if there's much she can do; part of tonight's drinking spree is dedicated to trying to forget that maybe this is a situation of another kid she can't save like she wants to.

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[twodogsfighting.livejournal.com]

Like most years, Logan ended up waiting around for the last few stragglers to stagger across the finish line long after sundown. Then it was a run through the trail to make sure nobody had fainted or been left behind before he was free to get himself over to the bar. A beer was definitely in order.

Once he managed to get ahold of a cold mug he made his way to the back of the room where the rest of the faculty were seated and grabbed a chair near the corner where he could relax.

[71-chevelle.livejournal.com]

That was not a sigh of "Gee, it's been a long week."

"Spill, Summers, while I'm still sober enough to help ya sort it."

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Sometimes Bobby knows Dawn just a little too well. She shrugged, and had a moment to wish she actually drank beer so she could occupy her hands with decimating the label.

"Just having some trouble with one of my kids, Bobby. You know Tony Foster? He's too young to be in your Drivers Ed classes. He's about fourteen." Another sigh. "Jesus, he's only a kid."

[71-chevelle.livejournal.com]

These stories never end well.

"Go on."

[lastpunchline.livejournal.com]

He was bone tired, but somewhat pleased with himself. He hadn't gotten fired, and some days that had to be enough. He didn't know who was behind this entire mess - he still didn't think that Blair had the chops to do this without help. He was pissed that pictures of Sally went up, because no one in this shithole was old enough to have been there.

He sat back with his beer. Shit if anyone was going to ruin this much for him. Eddie had been teaching for so long the years blurred together. He knew he wasn't liked much by the rest of the staff, but he didn't care.

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Dawn shrugged again, staring fixedly at a spot on the table. "I think-- no, I know-- he's being abused at home. Knocked around."

She swallowed hard. "God, how can someone do that? He's smart, he's a good kid... I just never want to believe it."

[71-chevelle.livejournal.com]

He hugged her a little tighter - he knew these were the worst, especially for teachers like Dawn.

"You make the call yet?"

[ooc; Texas logging off, have a good night.]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Dawn has never been a huge fan of Eddie's. She doesn't necessarily dislike the man, beyond thinking he was way too hard on the kids, but they're not friends. She doesn't know all the details just yet, but the fact that he's still employed says a lot. And while they're not exactly confidantes, what Blair did was beyond the pale, and she's not about to ignore him after what happened.

"Eddie?" She approached somewhat cautiously, Appletini still in hand. "I wanted to say I'm sorry about what happened. And I'm glad things turned out all right for you."

[lastpunchline.livejournal.com]

Eddie looked up at Dawn, and gave her a nod. She's a young teacher, she's still got a lot of spunk in her, and clearly she's got the kind of drive it would take to stick it out. He doesn't dislike her; in fact, he kind of likes her. He knows she doesn't agree with his teaching style, but that's predictable. He doesn't like to be easy on the kids. Gym shouldn't be something that just gets laid off to the wayside, he thinks.

"Yeah, well," he said, taking a drink. "I'm still under investigation. Blair doesn't know I wasn't fired." Yet. "She's still failing gym," he said, almost in a monotone. "Winchester's doing finals."

He shrugged. "It'll work itself out."

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Dawn appreciated the hug, and she pressed as close as she could. The joke about replacing biological children with her students and Wesley isn't entirely a joke.

"Not yet. I need to speak with Henry, because he can corroborate, and..." Dawn paused. "He's saying he'll run away if we report the abuse."

She pulled away long enough to grab her drink and take a long sip. "Obviously, I can't just ignore it. I need to file a report. But I need to make sure he's not put at more risk because of me."

[ooc: Sure thing, bb! Sleep well. ♥]

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Eddie's lack of hostility strengthened Dawn's resolve, and she sat down next to him. At the very least, she can hopefully send the right message with her implied support.

"You'll be cleared." Dawn shrugged. "Blair's a good student. One of my best. But she lied, and it'll come out."

She took a sip of her drink, then looked over at Eddie consideringly, tapping her lower lip with one well-manicured fingernail. "What's the official word on the dance tomorrow? Because it might help shake off some of the rumors if you attend."

Dawn's a busybody, but she's also trying to help.

[ooc: You saw no tense change edit. >.>]

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[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

Dawn grinned and went to greet Logan, one of the girly drinks he was so derisive about earlier in her hand. After her talk with Bobby, she's feeling readier to do something besides mope and worry.

"Logan! You made it."

[lastpunchline.livejournal.com]

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."

[haroicsacrifice.livejournal.com]

If anyone on the faculty deserves a break after all the stress and madness of putting a high school full of dubiously sane teenagers through exams, it's the guidance counselor, right?

But Lockon doesn't seem interested in cutting loose and relaxing. He's waiting at the bar with two beers in front of him and a frown on his face. He has his vest draped over the barstool next to him to claim it, but nobody's showing up. In fact, hasn't he been here for a while, waiting like this?

He leans forward on the bar and tries not to look too pitiful. Fortunately, he's fairly good at covering up that sort of thing, so he only looks sad and disappointed for a moment. Then he straightens up again and just shakes his head. To no one in particular, he says, "All right, it was a little much to expect him to come."

He looks down at the two beers, considering. After a moment, his sense of responsibility wins out over his Irishness, and he turns to look for someone else to share the extra beer with.

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

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."

[lastpunchline.livejournal.com]

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."

[tothelibrary.livejournal.com]

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."

[lastpunchline.livejournal.com]

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."

[roseblooms.livejournal.com]

After a rather strenuous dinner with her fiancé, Megumi isn't looking for anything but some sort of distraction from the inevitable tension she's going to face tomorrow. At least she can sleep in during the day, but a drink with the other teachers-- as she'd been informed, can't be all that bad. Despite the fact that her dear husband-to-be will not approve, but this may be her last night at freedom if Cain and her plan fails tomorrow.

Still wearing the necklace and earrings she'd been 'gifted' earlier in the day by her stepston-to-be, she feels a bit tired as she heads towards the bar, glancing around at the others, before shaking her head and walking to it.

Good upbringing or not, a little drink never hurt anyone-- though she does cast a glance towards Lockon, finding him familiar-- even though she's cursed so heavily she can't even recognize her own enemy cursed into being her fiancé. And giving him a small smile, she gestures to the seat.

"Lost a drinking companion?" She comments, with a bit of mirth to her tone.