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

[hexuality]

[Well, this one's just as dateless as Clint, not that you'd know it with how she's dolled up and beaming. She's even got a bloody flower in her hair! And she spots him from across the way and weaves through the crowd, a true Gryffindor with her bright red hair and gold dress, and plants herself right in front of him, hands on her hips.]

Well, hello.

[troubler]

[ There's a cheeky smile on his face as he watches her make it across to him, eye scanning up and down, and then he wolf whistles. ]

Looking good, Weasley. I was starting to think you weren't gonna make it.

[hexuality]

[She laughs, indulging that wolf whistle by giving a little twirl (a habit all thanks to Cinna, which she doesn't remember now, but knows uncursed) and then curtsying.]

I try, Barton, I try. [She grins.] Did you really think I'd miss all this? Or the opportunity to see you all done up? I don't think so. You don't look too bad either, mate.