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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Kyle sat beside him, still nodding slightly to the music that was a distant thumping by now.

"We're lucky the weather's agreeable tonight. Can you imagine the disaster if it rained?"

"Back home," Ianto said, "Without a doubt, it'd be raining." He smiled a little and looked up at the sky.

"Everybody would have gone nuts if it had, I think."

Kyle smiled and followed Ianto's gaze towards the sky.

"A lot of wet tuxedo pants and taffetta. Although that might have been interesting too."

It was clear and full of stars, no chance of rain.

"Despite all the complaints of ruined clothes?"

"Haven't you ever met someone and wondered what they might look like when they're all wet?"

Kyle turned his head and grinned.

Shaking his head, Ianto gave Kyle a half disbelieving, half amused look.

"Do you spend a lot of your time doing that?"

Something sparkled in Kyle's eyes. An overwhelming desire to tease.

"Oh yes," he said, seriously. "In fact, I'm doing it right now."

Ianto, for his merits, didn't look too shocked.

"I shouldn't be surprised, should I?"

"Not really," Kyle said, inching closer. "It's a nice image."

Ianto steadfastly didn't inch away. He knew most people didn't have the desire for personal space as much as he did.

"I assure you, I'd look like nothing more than a drowned rat."

"I think you'd look fetching," Kyle replied.

And then he shivered. Quite deliberately.

Catching the shiver, Ianto was a little surprised. Was Kyle really attracted to him that much?

"You'd probably be disappointed then. Because really, I'd looked like a drowned rat." He smiled to show that it was a bit of a joke."

"I wouldn't be disappointed," Kyle whispered, eyes wide and serious. "I promise."

Ianto sensed that it wouldn't be good to joke at that moment, and his expression became more serious.

"I hope you know what you're doing."

Kyle's fingers traced the lapels of Ianto's jacket, lightly travelling across the smooth fabric.

"No, sir," he confessed as he drew closer. "I don't have a damn clue."

Watching Kyle's hands, Ianto huffed a laugh.

"Now is not a good time to call me sir."

"What should I call you then?"

Not entirely sure what to do with his hands, Ianto rested them on his own knees.

"I believe you know my name."

Kyle licked his lips and fitted his fingers around those lapels, gripping tightly.

"Ianto..."

He liked saying it out loud. Even if the amount of want in his voice was enough to make him flush with embarassment.

Just as much as Kyle said he didn't know what he was doing, neither did Ianto. He had no idea whatsoever, even as Kyle's fingers tightened around his lapels.

"And I think... I think calling you Kyle might be a good idea."

"Oh definitely," Kyle agreed, his head nodding. "Know what else might be a good idea?"

The corners of his mouth lifting a little in a smile, Ianto tilted his head to one side.

"I'm sure you're going to tell me."

He liked that little smile. In fact...

Kyle reached up to trace the curve of those lips lightly with a finger.

"If you kissed me right now."

Somehow, he should have known that was coming.

"One dance and you already want a kiss?" He still smiled, showing Kyle it wasn't a refusal.

"What can I say?" Kyle murmured back. "I'm a spoiled brat."

And he was still waiting.

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