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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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"I've had professional help." Kate gives him a wry smile. She's familiar with Billy's personality well enough to know that he really means what he says. He's never told Kate anything just to make her feel good and she's sure he's not starting tonight.

"Teddy won't have a problem with it?" she questions before draining her cup, knowing damn well that if Teddy did, she'll tell him where to stick his problem.

[ooc: Be back in a bit. Need food.]

Edited 2009-03-29 00:08 (UTC)

He means every word; besides when he lies it's more than completely and totally obvious. He gets flushes and begins to gesture like an idiot.

"I don't think so," Billy says with a smile. "Besides before I owe him a dance, I owe you one, I think," he explains. "You've never let me down, after all." Each and every time Billy had been beat up Kate was always there, sometimes even to stop it when she managed to see it in progress.

Kate's seen Billy try to lie. It's not pretty. At all.

She just shrugs at him, knowing that they've both never let each other down. Billy was there when her mom died, just as much as she was there when the bullies got to him. It's just something that happened and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Placing the plastic cup on a nearby table, Kate turns to Billy and warns him in a joking tone, "These shoes cost a fortune. Step on my feet and die."

Mostly it's for a good cause, like when he tried to lie to Booth about Kate's whereabouts. That one had ended with detention for everyone.

He smiles a little. "Well, then, you should know better than to buy such fancy shoes. You know that I can't always control my feet." This much isn't a lie as much as it's a joke. Bar Mitzvah lessons had included a whole slew of dance lessons from one of his aunts who thought it was necessary for Billy to know how to dance. Kate had been the unfortunate girl who he practiced with, so he was pretty good at avoiding her feet.

He took her in his arms and holding her at the same distance that he would hold his sister, if he had one, and takes her out onto the dance floor.

Ah, detention. He should really remind her that she owes him for that one.

"Blame my dad. He shipped these overnight when I mentioned the dance. Thanks Dad."

The live band strikes up something akin to an updated waltz. Not her type of music, but it's better than an orchestrated rendition of whatever love song that's popular now. Now that would have taken this dance from a friendly stroll on the dance floor to something much more awkward.

"So," she starts as they begin a nice sway to the rhythm, "I see somebody remembers what Aunt Sara taught him way back when."

Billy doesn't even count it as owing; he's pretty sure that she would do the same for him, no questions asked.

"Don't I get fancy presents? Hey, dad, where's my fancy guilt gift?" he said, moving her as nicely and as elegantly as he could, which wasn't very much, but it was good enough.

He shrugs a little. "She would be proud. I mean, she'd totally critique me, say something about how it's a shame about how we're not married yet, when are we going to settle down already, and then she'd say that it's so nice I remembered how to dance." He laughs a little, and turns just a little red around the ears. "At least it makes it so I don't look totally stupid around Teddy."

"Your dad gave you yours already. You call it Mom," Kate snickers as she mentally reminds herself that Billy's supposed to lead and not her. She likes his mom enough; she made great dinners and was always there for a girl to girl talk when Kate's mother wasn't around anymore. That didn't mean Kate didn't joke about Mrs. Kaplan's quirky personality when she got the chance, though.

"Oh my god. I forgot she was like that. Remember right before your party, she was going on and on to my dad that it was a shame that I was Catholic and not a good Jewish girl because I would make a nice wife for you? I was like twelve and she was playing matchmaker. I thought my dad would kill her."

Kate laughs heartily at the memory, a stark difference from the embarrassment she felt when her father got mad and dragged her out of Billy's house and almost denied her from both the party and her friend. It took a lot of begging from her and a stern look from her mother to get him to relent.

At Billy's last sentence, she leans in, as if she's passing on a deep, dark secret. "I don't think Teddy would be the type to laugh at you if you did anyway. I think he really likes you."

"Oh, man," Billy rolls his eyes a little and manages to retake the lead through some miracle of nature. "What, my mom telling you that spending all your time with me will hinder your emotional growth wasn't horrifying to you? Because I totally wanted to kill her."

He gives her another turn. "Your dad looked so pissed. I thought he was going to go nuclear on my cake. I'm glad you came back, though. The Horah would have been even worse than it already was without you laughing at my shame." The memories were nice ones; embarrassing at the time but they made for good laughs now.

He smiles, and it's sort of sheepish. "You really think so?" He leans back in. "I think I'm...." he trails off. He can't finish that sentence, the words get jammed up somewhere in his throat. "You know." He figures that Kate will know. She always does, somehow.

"Not as horrifying as the day you came out to her and she asked me if I was disappointed that you were no longer available to me. She actually offered to have a couple sessions with me to work it out," she mutters. Kate never did take up the offer; she was too embarrassed that Mrs. Kaplan had too considered the option of her son and Derek Bishop's daughter one day marrying. Little did they know that Kate never saw Billy in the romantic sense. He's the brother she never had, the confidant that's always there and would always be there and she vice versa for him, only as a sister.

"Sorry I laughed, but you looked like a drunken handicapped penguin, Billy." If he thinks he looks like a monkey tonight, he definitely looked like some sort of zoo animal back then in those early awkward years. She waits until they complete the turn before continuing to speak. "I thought you were going to cry if it wouldn't end soon."

As Billy leans back in to whisper his reply with that sheepish expression, Kate smirks a little. She knows, of course. Kate's not stupid. It was just a matter of time before Billy fell head over heels in love with some other boy. She is, however, capable of an evil streak. "What? Horny? You know, if you want to, I'll lend you my card for a nice room somewhere..."

"Oh, man," Billy would have put his face in his hand if both of them weren't currently on Kate. "You think she would have had a little more tact than that. And you didn't hear what she asked me, wondering if I had come out to you. She said I should do it gently, or something." He rolled his eyes. "Like you didn't know."

Billy flushed a little. "Yeah, I bet a penguin would be that uncomfortable up in that chair. I'm still not sure how I got over my fear of heights."

He resists smacking her and opts instead to turn a nice, beet red. "Your dad would murder me for not watching you closely enough." Because her dad would never believe that he was the one using the room.

Kate groans in a very unladylike manner because while Billy isn't flamboyant in the least, to her, his sexual orientation always seemed obvious. How a highly educated woman like his mother missed that, Kate'll never know. "Your mom just doesn't get it sometimes. I think she lives to embarrass us all."

She laughs again at the change in Billy's coloring, knowing that her teasing hit home. Not that she wouldn't get the couple a room if they really needed it. Kate'll do anything for the boy she's dancing with right now, even being an accomplice. All he has to do is ask.

"True. And I like you better alive anyway." She's quiet for a moment before she asks her next question right as the song hits a crescendo. "How does it feel?"

Just as Billy knows about her thinking process, she knows that Billy recognizes the question for what it is.

He shakes his head a little. "You'd think with all that training she would get it faster but who knows. And she says she doesn't want to embarrass us because it impedes our ability to communicate effectively." Or something like that. Billy was sure that there was a study.

"Well, I'm glad," he begins, but at her question he pauses, and a silly, ridiculous looking smile crosses his face. It's goofy and wide and it makes him look about two years younger. "It..." he can't verbalize it, really. "There really aren't the right words. Is that cheesy?"

He feels like he's floating.

"She means communicate with her, right? Because after she gave me the talk, I never wanted to communicate again." There were flashcards, magazines, and videotapes. Oh and how could she forget, a journal for her "budding feelings". It makes Kate shudder just thinking about it. If she had to deal with that, she can only wonder what it was like for Billy.

"Cheesy like macaroni and cheese," she smiles back, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "But it works." Kate will never tell him, but she's a little bit jealous. She can't lie and say that she wouldn't want to ever feel the way Billy feels about Teddy. There's just a lot of issues she needs to work through before getting to that stage with anybody.

Billy is aware of all the media that his mother inflicted on poor Kate. There was a mother/son fight session afterwards about it, too, but that was neither here nor there.

"At least macaroni and cheese is delicious," he says, the song ending, as he moves her back to the side of the dance floor. He sees the feelings that Kate isn't saying, and he nudges her a little. "You'll find him soon, Kate."

It's a habit of hers to deny certain aspects of her life, even to Billy. Kate doesn't usually plan on doing it; it almost happens automatically. This time, however, she catches the 'I have no idea what you're talking about.' before it slips past her lips and just pats Billy on his shoulder.

"Go on to Teddy before he starts thinking I stole you away," she speaks with a tone that hides the words that say she hopes he's right sooner or later. "I'll see you later."

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