Ready Or Not, Gonna Make It To The City...

[laszlo_jamf]

When; May 19^th, from sunset to evening and beyond! (Just watch out for midnight, Cinderella...)
Rating; G to PG-13?
Characters; Anyone and everyone...and maybe a few more
Summary; Finals are over, the spring dance is here--finally a way for everyone, student and teacher, to relax! All the planning, preparation, and hard work has paid off. Students of all ages and grades are invited, and their teachers are sure to be there too. The school superintendents (read: the Deities) have done their very best to light up the Square. So whether you're from Westerberg High, Trinity Girls' School, Cutler's, Bikini Bottom Middle, or City U, you must have received your engraved invitation by now. Dress is formal, but the occasion is celebratory. Come one, come all. (And even 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.) So come and spend an evening under the stars...
Log;

[This is an open log for the Fast Times at City High dance event! Tags can be open or directed to another character--just throw a label in the subject line. Feel free to NPC wait staff, refreshments, music, and anything else you might encounter at such a soiree. Have fun!]

Comments

[daytoday]

[Oh. Well. That more assuredly puts a dampener on his chances than anything else, and that realization shows on his face for a moment.]

Uh. [But he quickly recovers with a weak laugh, a hand rubbing the back of his neck and then quickly stuck back in his pocket.] Nah, not me. Who'd want to go to something like this with a guy like me, you know?

[boutant]

[ Oh. Ouch. That makes her wince slightly, and Ariadne rubs one bare shoulder. ]

I'm sure there are people who are interested. [ They're just. Not her. ]

[daytoday]

[Too bad that's the exact opposite of the impression he just got, if his sudden hopeful look is any indication.]

You really think so?

[boutant]

[ Well... maybe he's just hopeful that someone here wouldn't mind... ]

Yeah. Though uh, maybe you should be careful about the whole... [ A gesture at her neck, meaning "your hickies". ]

[daytoday]

Oh— [Shit. He claps a hand to his neck, and just as immediately tries to cover for it with a sheepish look.]

It's not really that noticeable, is it?

[boutant]

Not from right here, but anyone who gets too close can probably see -- and you're probably rubbing the concealer off.