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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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"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."

"Oh, believe me, I do, Bobby," she said with an impish grin. "The professors learned quickly enough that I'm no shrinking violet!"

No she certainly wasn't Bobby mused as he continued to lead her around the dance floor.

"Now why isn't there some attractive young man fawning over your every word? You can't possibly convince me you came here alone."

"Oh, he's around somewhere," Rain said easily. "He promised dances to a couple of people. But you can be sure he's going home with me."

Bobby laughs at the comment, sounds like that young might be in for a few surprises when he gets his lady home.

"Good for you - don't give those other ladies a chance."

Some very nice surprises indeed.

"Oh, trust me," she said with a grin. "I hold onto what's mine. Not that he's mine other than for tonight, but still."

"Well in that case I'll have to be happy you're mine for the moment."

She smiled at him. "That's one of the sweetest things anyone's said to me in a long time."

Wasn't that a shame.

"When I was a young man, so very long ago, men were actually taught manners and how to treat a lady. And you, dear girl, are a Lady."

God, that touched her heart.

"Careful, Bobby, or I'll be throwing over poor Chuck and following you home instead."

There's a wistful expression on his face when he replies, "I may talk a good game, but I stepped off that field a long time ago."

He broadens his smile and adds, "Still, nice to know I can charm a lovely girl like yourself when the mood strikes."

"That's too bad," she said softly, reaching up a hand to touch his cheek lightly. "I think you have a lot to offer."

The touch brings an unexpected lump to Bobby's throat and he has to clear it a bit before he speaks.

"That's a lovely thing to say, and if I were so inclined your 'Chuck' would have a fight on his hands."

She grinned at him. "You'd have to be careful. I only just met him, but I have this feeling that he fights dirty."

He arched an eyebrow, "Is that so? You just make sure he doesn't play dirty with you."

That brought out the mischievous smile. "Only as dirty as I want him to."

This time Bobby laughs hard enough to make the other nearby couples turn and look but he doesn't care. Ah, youth.

She grinned up at him. "I told you I knew what I wanted."

"I'm tempted to say I'm sorry for the poor boy. You're a handful, aren't you?"

She blushed a little. "I really am, I'm afraid."

He gave a conspiratorial smirk, "But I'll tell ya what - you 'handfuls' are the best hings to happen to some guys. My wife was one and I never knew what hit me. I was settling down before I'd turned around twice."

That made her laugh with delight. "Good to know. I'm nowhere near ready to settle down, but, well... I'm pretty sure that once I've made up my mind about someone they won't stand a chance."

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