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Dances were not his thing. In fact, Leon had done everything in his power to avoid dancing right up to this point. Even now he wasn't doing anything close to dancing, but rather just standing somewhere between dance floor and snack table. Snacks were good, too. Well, mostly.
He'd also been avoiding his date, otherwise known as Queen of My-fist-in-your-face currently. She'd looked irate enough to kill him with glares alone by the time the Headmistress had put the crown on the girl, and after that dance? Heh, well no way in hell did Leon intend to get caught in that fiery hell.
Of course, like all good things, his avoiding Adelaide had to end eventually. A pity it came at about the same time his little high had started to wear off, and his suddenly realization that he'd left his mint box on his desk table.
Damn. He thought, patting his pants down again as if he thought the box would just magically appear. Of all the things...
Of course would have been sorely disappointed with it anyway as the affects of his last Vicodin pill wore off. All he had left were no-doz, and caffeine really only kept him awake at this point. But is was his busy, futile search for his precious mint box that kept him from noticing the breathing dragon that was finally catching up to him.
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