tampered | Log; Fast Times at City High Dance

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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It took a minute for Bobby to realize that comment was directed at him. Even then, he was rather speechless. Raising an eyebrow, he simply stated, "Thanks for the compliment."

"You're welcome," she said with a smile. "How did you end up here alone? Or is there some lucky lady in the wings somewhere?"

Still skeptical, after all it was a rare day when Bobby got approached like this - grizzled as he was - he returned the smile.

"If I had to focus on one lady, I wouldn't be available to save the rest from their terrible dates. Chaperoning is a full-time occupation."

"I suppose you have a point there," she said with a laugh. "No worries on my part though. Mine is... very nice indeed."

"I'm glad to hear that, you pass all your finals this year?"

[ooc; Did Rain attend Westerberg, and was she Bobby's student?]

"Oh definitely," she said. "Believe me, when it comes to grades, I don't mess around."

[ooc: University, just graduating, but maybe she went there for high school?]

"Then you make sure you enjoy the party, Miss...?"

"Oh, you can just call me Rain," she said with a smile. "No Miss needed."

"Rain it is, and a lovely name, indeed. You just graduate, or are you still workin' at it?"

"Done as of yesterday," she said with a grin. "And I know I aced my finals."

Bobby's genuinely pleased. Even if they're not his students, he's always proud of the kids who graduate, regardless of what they're graduating from.

"Congratulations. Will you continue onto Graduate Studies?"

A bit of a frown passed quickly over her face, but she smiled. quickly. "Oh yes. Believe me, I'm not going to waste my talent."

"Good for you."

Making a snap decision, he offers her his hand. "That calls for a celebratory dance, if you don't mind making an old man look good."

She laughed and took his hand. "I'd be happy to dance with you."

He spins her in a small circle before leading her to the dance floor. He's no Astaire, but he's been to enough of these things to know how they work.

Taking up the beat perfectly, he continues the conversation, "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself, name's Bobby Singer."

"You're a fine dancer, is what you are, Bobby Singer," Rain said with a grin as she matched his steps.

"Helps to have a lovely partner, Rain. Besides, my wife would have never of married me if I couldn't get her around a dance floor without embarassing her."

"Is your wife here?" Rain asked. "I'm surprised she's not monopolizing you."

With a soft smile he gently corrected the young woman. No sense making her feel bad about things that happened years ago.

"No, miss, my wife passed quite a few years ago. But were she here she wouldn't have begrudged me a single dance with a lovely lady - so long as she got the last one, and I was the one who took her home."

"Oh, Bobby," Rain said, pausing for a moment in the dance. "I'm so sorry."

Her eyes showed her empathy. "Well, I'm honored to dance with you."

"The honor's mine."

He smiles to show he's not upset with her in the least, and changes the subject, "Now, what's a lovely girl like you study?"

"Probably not what you'd expect," she admitted. "Advanced engineering, mostly. I'm pretty talented if I do say so myself. And since my professors seem to agree with that assessment, I'm pretty lucky."

"Wasn't expecting anything, my wife taught physics and I know better than to make assumptions about pretty girls. I am impressed, though - I hear the School of Engineering is brutal."

She laughed. "Oh, it can be, but when I set my mind to something I give it my all."

Returning the laugh, Bobby gave the young woman another spin.

"I like to hear that - I hope you give 'em hell, Rain."

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