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Log; Fast Times at City High Dance

When; March 28, sunset into evening and beyond!
Rating; G to PG-13?
Characters; anyone and everyone
Summary; The dance is upon us and the deities have done their very best to light up the Square. Students and staff alike have been invited, date or no date. Those who aren't cursed may still come to take in the decorations, the food, the entertainment, and the merriment... or they can take pictures for blackmail when this is over.
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[ooc: This is an open log for the Fast Times at City High Curse Dance event! Tags can be open or directed specifically to another character, label those subject lines accordingly. Feel free to NPC wait staff and what not. Oh and have fun!]

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"Bobby!" The minute she sees him, Dawn rushes over to demand a hug. "My God, you're in a suit! You look wonderful."

She nods towards the punch in his hand. "Last I checked, they hadn't gotten to it yet. Updates?"

[ooc: [ooc: FYI Dawn would be wearing this dress (http://www.unique-vintage.com/images/8167redswingdress.jpg) and these shoes (http://bp1.blogger.com/_ofTGArPorlQ/SGMC6_QNYGI/AAAAAAAAAHw/JxsTwos9hgQ/s1600-h/LWLouboutin.jpg8). Sob I wish I had money to buy things like this right now. *lives vicariously*]

Wrapping his arms around Dawn as best he can with punch in his hand, he laughs.

"Well, they've gotten to it now."

He releases her and motions for her to spin and show off her dress.

"They were, however, subtle in their spike of choice - we may have a number of 'accidental' drunks tonight. Besides that, an a few couples with hands that bear watching, it's quiet."

The hug is much appreciated, and Dawn takes advantage of her drinkless state to wrap both her arms around Bobby and squeeze for a moment. "I thought they might. I was shocked I managed to grab any before it could pass for a drink made with grain alcohol."

She happily obliges, smiling happily. You can take the girl out of childhood, but you can't take the love of skirts that twirl nicely out of the girl.

"Hmmm. So it doesn't taste like rocket fuel yet? I should snag some in a bit, before it's too late. And that's what I'm seeing, as well. I have to admit, the quiet is nice."

"How much you make off with? Enough to restock the shelves at home?"

Bobby laughed some more out of Dawn's twirling, it resembled nothing more than a little girl playing princess at the ball.

"Quiet is wonderful, if we can get through the night with just 'quiet' I will consider this week an unprecedented success."

"I of course have no idea what you mean, except to say that I won't need to be buying any vodka for myself for at least a month."

There's something about a dress that twirls. It's impossible to explain, but no less amazing for it. "We can only hope, right? As it stands, things haven't even been close to bad. I'm starting to believe we can get through this with little to no casualties."

"Or less if you share."

He drains the last of his small glass and sets it aside, offering his arm, "Care to dance with an old man? I guarantee I won't tread on your dainty little toes."

"Which of course I will."

Dawn takes Bobby's arm with a smile. "You're not old, but I'd love to dance with you. And you'd better, because these shoes cost a small fortune."

"So that was you that skimmed off the top of the Senior Trip fund? I had suspicions."

He affectionately escorts Dawn to the dance floor, and executes a smirking bow.

Dawn frowns disapprovingly. "Bobby, shame on you! Take that back." She grins up at him. "I would never do that. I stole the coffee machine and hocked it for cash."

Courtesy of years of dance classes, Dawn executes a perfect curtsy in return.

"Ah-ha, tsk-tsk, little girl. Someone might tell on you."

He gives her a quick spin around before settling her in his arms, keeping perfect time with the music and thanking God it was something he could dance to instead of some of that crap that was going around the school these days.

"How's Eddie treating you, tonight?"

"I'm just kidding and you know it. And you wouldn't rat me out, anyway."

Dawn follows Bobby's lead, comfortable and steady. The music they were playing earlier wasn't that bad, but then again Dawn still listens to the same bubblegum pop she loved in high school.

"He's been a gentleman, thank you very much. Did you know he could dance? Because he's really good, even by my standards."

With a grin Bobby replied, "Dawn, I'd wager my pension that that man has talents that surprise all of us in the end, but I'm glad you're having fun. hell I'm even more glad he's having fun after the week he's had."

Dawn grins in return, and encourages Bobby to spin her a little. "And I'd see your pension and raise these shoes you're right." She sobers a little. "What Blair did was inexcusable. I'm just glad I can help make it clear those kind of lies won't be tolerated."

"You're a great person, Dawn, and if you don't mind me saying, I'm very proud of you."

Dawn leans forward to kiss Bobby's cheek, while still keeping their dance going. "I'm not that good, but I don't mind hearing you say it. Thanks, Bobby."

"Take it from someone who knows - I've seen a lot of young men and women blunder into this profession, and I've seen it eat them alive. You might need to toughen up a little bit - just a little bit - but you have all the right instincts and your students love you."

He gives her an evil grin. "Except Blair Waldorf, she seems to have taken a dislike to you for some reason."

This time Dawn actually stops dancing and goes up on tiptoes to hug Bobby, kissing his cheek again. "You have no idea how much it means to hear that from you. Thanks."

One more squeeze and she moves back, moving back into dancing. "And between us, and I think Blair is not my biggest fan tonight. Can't imagine why, either."

[ooc: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand I am going to go silent for a little bit now, because my ridiculous wallmates are going at it YET AGAIN and I can't deal with the bad porn moans today. >.<]

"You're a little evil, sometimes, Dawn. But you play it very well."

Hoping like hell his back forgives him for this later, he leans Dawn into a graceful (for him) dip.

"I hope she chokes on her own liver."

[ooc; my sympathies.]

"I hide it well, huh?"

Dawn laughs and leans up to kiss Bobby again. "Stop it, you're going to murder your back. Crazy person."

"Yeah, me too. But don't spread it around, because unlike certain people I'm not about to be an ex-educator of leisure."

[ooc: And I'm back! Thanks, bb. They're annoying, invasive, and inconsiderate, but at least their stamina is only so-so. >.>]

"With a lady as light as you, never." He hoped.

Her description of his retirement makes him laugh, "Darlin' I may end up being a lot of things, but 'of leisure' isn't likely to be one of them."

"If I see you wincing tomorrow, I'm making you go get a massage. I don't care if they're not the manly solution." She would, too. And pay for it herself.

Dawn ducks her head a little and laughs. "Yeah, I can't quite see you on a beach somewhere, one of those hideous neon flowered shirts on and a mimosa in hand."

"Niko accused me of contemplating RV's and what was it, golf pants?"

"You wear golf pants, I'll kill you myself. The RV is negotiable, because those things are kind of cool." Dawn raises an eyebrow. "And don't think I didn't notice you avoiding confirming the massage."

"My dear, will it get you to shut up about it?" He reminded himself to dose up on some preventative aspirin and a heating pad when he got home.

"Hmmm." Dawn tilts her head consideringly. "Like, seventy five percent probably yes."

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