tampered | Log; Fast Times at City High Dance

As if trying to counteract the scandals she has incited, Blair appeared like an angel with her translucent all-white Jean Paul Gautier dress (http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q231/ephemericon/00140m.jpg) and crystal-studded Lanvin choker (http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q231/ephemericon/42486_in_dl.jpg). Adding a dose of edge into the outfit are statement Yves Saint Laurent shoes (http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q231/ephemericon/218915B8I001000.jpg) and clutch (http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q231/ephemericon/BelledeJour177555AB87G1000.jpg).

The world could be coming to an end all about her, but Blair Waldorf would always have flawless make up and a hairdo that is to die for. Of course, no point dressing up the outside when you are not as presentable on the inside (http://i137.photobucket.com/albums/q231/ephemericon/40028_fr_dl.jpg) --it was a little something for the boyfriend. Which, by the way, was the very person she was looking for.

Blair could feel the crowd falling to a slight hush when she arrived, but she refused the urge to turn around and hide herself. This was her prom, and not even death's cold hands could pry it away from her.

Blair turned at the sound of her name. She did not remember this guy, perhaps he was from Arthur's school, which was more than likely considering the way he carried himself. That suit looked custom-made, too. Charming, she did not know she was so well-known even there. It was an encouraging thought, to say the least.

His low voice made her shiver, though she wondered if it was a good or bad sign. She knew that with Arthur, she felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach, warm. But this felt cold and heavy, an unpleasant feeling she could get addicted to.

Coyly, she smiled, "I only dance with the handsome ones." Then, waiting for an agonizing second, or two or three, to pass, she gave him her hand to take.

Blair raised one eyebrow at that comment. So he must have been watching her for some time. She smirked in return. My, my, look what she caught in her net.

The waltz felt like breathing to her, but she found that breathing around him felt difficult. There was a strange feeling of trepidation at him being around, but also a sense of familiarity. Either way, he was charming but bordering on creepy.

"Have we been introduced before?"

"Chuck," she tried the name on her tongue, and smiled. It felt like a deja vu. "And how did you know my name?"

Blair wondered if it was only her name that he knew. Considering his previous comment, it seemed that he knew her quite well, which was bordering on creepy, but was rather flattering all the same. She just hoped that he was not an enemy of Arthur or anything, that could prove troublesome.

That sounded so much like a thrown-away pick up line, but she could sense the sincerity underneath all the cover. Blair stared into his eyes, trying to get at his core. She fancied that he was just like herself; all tough armor and well-planned words on the outside and a vulnerable human being on the inside --but she was thinking too much.

"I hope you weren't referring to the scandals you've heard." Respectable names always travel slower than the notorious ones, after all.

Edited 2009-03-28 13:16 (UTC)

There is something a little strange about this city that Hari can't quite put her finger on, has not been able to put her finger on in her few short months here. Having transferred for a multitude of reasons, she was behind in everything but managed to do well enough, better than many academically at least, mostly because she had nothing else to do with her time. At Home, she would have gone horseback riding, had forests to wander through--as pointless as it was--, and even a couple friends were there, though most of them were a fair bit older than Hari herself. It seems she is better at getting along with people at least ten years older than her, or so follows her track record. Prone to fidgeting and looking generally not present at social engagements, she appears tentative at best, as if she isn't altogether sure she wants to be here in the first place. She isn't sure, after all, not in the least.

Habit says she should be in her dormitory, preparing to leave in a few weeks' time, reading a book perhaps if she is feeling particularly lazy. Dances, balls, she had these at Home and never quite fit in, but she remembers How These Things Work...mostly. For example, she remembers to wear a dress, and she remembers this isn't punishment--that she came here on purpose, and she remembers that it's not impossible to have fun, even if one isn't entirely in her element. She's better with a rapier in her hand than a sewing needle, and similarly better with equestrianism than dancing, but she knows how to do all these things well enough.

The music seems to switch up between things she is familiar with--something reminiscent of a waltz or the like--to others that she has only encountered upon attending Trinity--this 'pop' and 'rock' and whatever else that doesn't make much sense to her. Oh well. One wonders how she manages to miss out on so many of the pop culture references and much of the know how, being observant, but it can be chalked up to mostly just not caring. She won't be here that much longer after graduation anyway, right? Right.

Keeping apart from everyone else automatically, thoughtlessly, she meanders in and out of the various crowds of students and faculty, reminding herself that a scowl is probably not the expression to be wearing.

Perhaps it doesn't matter, she muses dryly, not expecting anyone to actually see her anyway, not out of insecurity, but because she learned a long time ago how to be in the midst of many people and still go unnoticed. Why? Fair question. Mostly, it's because she realized from an early age at Home that the people who allow themselves to be 'noticed' get encumbered by everything from their thoughts to their actions.

It took Chuck some time to locate Harry. At first he thought she didn't make it, maybe failing to find a date to escort her. Which would be a pity, given that he was looking forward to the dance. Or two. Anything really, at least anything he would get away with, without angering Rain and spoiling his chances for a pleasant end of the evening.

He was about to give up surveying the crowd when his gaze rested on a blond girl, standing away from most of the group. She looked similar to the photo he saw on the Network so he decided to try his luck. The worst that could happen was that he would flirt with the wrong girl, maybe collect a phone number. Chuck smirked at the thought and made his way to the girl.

"Harry, you look amazing. I'm glad you made it," he said once he reached her.

Fujioka Haruhi attends the dance mainly because she knows it would be hypocritical of her to not show up after encouraging other people to do so under the impression that it could be a fun experience. She has not ruled herself out for that possibility, but she doesn't really have any standards either. Having been under cover as a boy at Cutlers for a while, a few months give or take, she didn't even think when showing up, dressed in her uniform no less, or 'his' rather. It depends on who she's talking to. Not many people know that the 'boy' is actually a girl, but that's never bothered her, even at her actual school. Low gender awareness is low.

Very.

Having filled a cup of punch for herself, she tastes it only to blink and arch a brow at the taste. It's a little off and, discreetly as she can, she pours it out to the side, on the grass that is, hoping it doesn't do anything bad to said grass. Hm. Well then. She likes Cutlers, maybe more than her own school because it is a bit elite, and with the elite comes certain privileges such as study rooms that are quiet--or that's the impression she has been under. It's actually just lucky she has picked the one room no one goes in, the third music room. Weird, that.

Glancing around, she wonders if fellow classmate Hunny has gone, or one of the people she poke to the other day over the network who considered going but thought they had to have a date, and so on. She hopes they did, and, wandering away from the refreshments, she smiles a little. It is a nice thing that the schools do this once every year, banding together.

Haruhi has always appreciated a sense of unity among people.

Chuck smiled at that. Scandals, and he missed them. He should really spend more time on the Network. It wouldn't do for Chuck Bass to miss on the important events.

"I haven't been here long enough to get up to date with all the events. But I have a feeling that no matter what scheme you orchestrated it was perfectly planned and executed," he said, fondly remembering the schemes they were involved in together.

Hari, or rather, "Harry" as the roster has her, turned, rather sure that the voice addressing this person was directed to her, mainly because the likelihood of two people named Harry standing right next to each other in this event seemed a bit unlikely.

"Not really," she never did learn to take a compliment gracefully, but she managed to move on from that vague disagreement. "Hello, though," she smiled, if only a little. "Good to meet you," was the belated addition and, because this is what they were taught to do back Home, she gave a nearly imperceptible curtsy. It wasn't that she was embarrassed so much as that almost everything Hari did fell into the category of understated.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked, peering at him while brushing some stray blond strands behind her ear.

Still without a date, Kate decides to make an appearance tonight anyway. Of course, she would like to see the rest of her classmates, especially the ones who won't be around after the summer; that and she wants to see what this Teddy guy looks like in person. It was important to her that Billy would be happy with anybody he dated and convincing him to ask Teddy to the dance will make it easier on her to find that out. One would think she's his older sister with how protective Kate is when she isn't the least bit related to him and the younger of the two to boot.

Kate, wearing a strapless chiffon dress in her default shade of purple, parks herself close to the sidelines of the dance with a cup of soda in her hand, keeping an curious eye on the punch bowl. Somebody was going to spike it. Kate could just feel it.

That's if they didn't do it already, of course.

Rain was very pleased to see how nicely Chuck stacked up when he arrived to take her to the dance. Good-looking, solicitous, and promising to be great fun after the dance. Exactly what she was looking for. It had been a long haul getting through the University program with more hard work ahead in grad school, so tonight she intended to enjoy herself fully!

"Surprisingly yes," Chuck replied. "Even though I don't know many people around."

Though apparently the people he managed to meet were enough for him to feel right at home.

"I was hoping I could have that dance we talked about..." he trailed off and smiled warmly. "Unless the music isn't to your liking, I'm sure I could bribe the DJ into playing something you'd like." Bribe, blackmail, threaten... Whatever would work.

He and Rain arrived just in time. They weren't the first ones to show up and the dance was on its way to become a very interesting event. He quickly surveyed the people already present and turned to Rain.

"I won't offer you any punch, it's probably already spiked. At least that's my experience. I do however hope you dance," he pulled her closer. "I love dancing," he said with a suggestive smile.

She gave him a slow smile. "Love dancing. Of any kind."

"I'm sure we'll cover all kinds of dances tonight," he laughed. "Let's start with the basics and move from there, shall we?" he asked and walked with her to the dancefloor.

She stopped and gave him another once-over as she ran a hand through his hair, down his arm, and up his chest. "Oh, I think I like these basics well enough," she purred.

Chuck smirked. He had a feeling he chose the right girl to escort to the dance. And the prospect of what he had planned, what they had planned for after the dance... Maybe ending up in the City wouldn't be so bad after all.

He lowered his head. "I love your enthusiasm," he whispered right into her ear.

"Of course," was the automatic response, not to say anything of her acquaintance and his charms so much as it spoke for Hari and her tendency to fall back on what she would define as social ritual. One did not say no to an offer of a dance, usually. At Home it was mostly her brother who was stuck escorting her, and he did it gracefully, getting his friends to dance with the sister who was more interested in swords and books than dresses and eligible bachelors.

"I am better accustomed to more structured forms of dance," she pursed her lips absently, looking around. "A waltz, maybe, of which I have heard a few play tonight," she said this last part to herself mostly, more of a remark than a reply. They did seem to be catering to all lifestyles and tastes, which was thoughtful of them, whoever it was controlling the music from wherever.

Rain gave him another slow smile as she moved into his arms for the slow dance that was starting. "Good to know. And I can be very enthusiastic."

He pulled her closer, leaving very little space between them. "Tell me more..."

She laughed. "What do you want to know?"

Chuck smiled, knowing perfectly well that she wasn't aware she said that last part aloud.

"The waltz it is," he said and thanked the deities that his Upper East Side upbringing included the ballroom dancing. He took her hand andbrought it to his lips. Placing a soft kiss on it he smiled again. "If you could just wait here while I arrange everything."

With that he made his way to the DJ's booth. Persuading the man was easier than he thought, but he did notice a paper cup half filled with the punch... So maybe he was already well on his way to getting drunk.

He quickly returned to Harry and extended his hand.

"May I have this dance?"

"Anything that will let me get through this event and bring home my lovely date..."

Rain laughed again. "Ah, but you have a few other lovelies you've promised dances to, can't have you letting them down."

Though she was looking forward to the end of the evening herself. Still some dancing, maybe a glass or two of the spiked punch... all very good things and a wonderful prelude.

Chuck smiled and run his fingers through Rain's hair, feeling their texture. "That I did. And I wouldn't want to disappoint anyone. But I promise to make it up to you. Every minute you will have to wait..."

Rain looked up at him. "Oh, I'm sure you will. And you seem like the kind of guy who keeps his promises. At least this type of promise."

Oh, she liked the feel of him against her already!

It was probably the strangest conversation Naruto had ever had with Sakura thanks to the city's curse. At first he felt a little bad that she had forgotten him, but as the conversation went on, he gained a little insight that he was grateful. Hopefully she wouldn't remember anything tomorrow, because he probably deserved a punch.

But he wasn't complaining because he had milked a psuedo-date out of her. Neither of them had mentioned the word explicitly, but he didn't care. As long as he got to hang out with her, it would be fun.

The only thing he was worried about was his clothing. He didn't have any particularly formal apparel. Instead, he settled on his regular clothing minus his usual jacket and with his Flame Coat covering a black t-shirt instead. With the state of mind she was in, she was probably going to think he was a weirdo.

And so he waited by the entrance, looking for his pink-haired friend.

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