From: ccimods	Date: December 10th, 2010 02:18 am (UTC)		(Link)
	10:00 - 11:00

You'd better not be kissing under that mistletoe!

	From: anastas	Date: December 12th, 2010 02:55 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Stas/Emilie

Stas had danced with Sunny longer than either of them expected. They'd snuggled at a corner table and exchanged stealthy kisses when the teachers backs were turned. He was feeling much more in the holiday spirit with a healthy dose of the special eggnog.

Eventually though Stas foisted Sunny off on her friends. He was equally intrigued and terrified at whatever proposition Emilie Devlin might have for him. He noticed her earlier skulking around the dance floor, but he chose to ignore her in favor of more time with Sunny while they were both in a good mood.

He was skulking now, looking around for Emilie and trying not to be too obvious about it.

	From: babalon	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:35 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Stas/Emilie

"She really has turned you into a fluffy bunny, hasn't she?" Emilie sneered.

She had been standing behind Stas, creeping behind the creeper, as one does. She was taller than him in those heels she was wearing, but it made sense that she was harder to spot in those fake snow drifts--wearing white and all. The blonde hair probably didn't help either.

Without waiting for him to respond, she stalked away from the dance floor and toward one of the hallways, expecting him to follow. This discussion deserved a more private location.

	From: soleada	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:33 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sunny/Open

Sunny was still in an amazing mood from all the holiday spirit and only slightly mortified at the prospect of going home and seeing the entire family. After dancing with Stasi and snuggling for a bit she wondered off to find some of her friends.

She was dancing and having a good time when she spun a little too fast and teetered into someone. "Oops! Sorry!"

	From: whodoo	Date: December 12th, 2010 08:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sunny/Quinn

Quinn had been charged with a task, and it was one she was prepared to take full joy in. Once Emilie gave her the cue and she went off to meet Anastas, Quinn immediately sought out his girlfriend.

It was a little easier than she anticipated. Her eyes were scanning as she walked, not really paying attention to where she was going, when someone stumbled into her. Her head spun to see who the offender was, and found her target. "You should really watch where you're going, girlie. You might just fall and break your ankle or something." Quinn let a sickeningly sweet smile play onto her face. "Wouldn't that be a pity?"

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:34 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Amber

She had managed to hold out pretty well with the crowd for almost an hour, which was pretty good for Tatum. It wasn't until almost quarter to eleven that Tatum excused herself from Frankie for a few minutes, and stepped out of the dance, and into the outdoors. It felt amazing to have a few moments of silence without music pounding in her head, or other students bumping into her as if she wasn't even present in the room. If she could just have a quick smoke, she could relax enough to pull off the rest of the dance, anyway.

She walked until she was far enough from the building that she felt she was safe, turning her back to it, and fishing around inside of the small clutch purse she had brought along. Producing a lighter, she held the joint between her lips and lit it up, inhaling deeply and feeling better already.

Totally clueless, of course, to the approaching figure behind her.

From: princess93	Date: December 12th, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Tatum/Amber

No one ever heard her coming.

"Taty! You blonded your hair!" Amber appeared behind Tatum suddenly and started messing with her hair like a ninja stylist. "Wise choice, the orange would look just nasty with this... pink." Amber liked pink, she really did. But this shade of fuchsia was a monstrosity. Totally a Barbie cast-off. "I never picked you for a pink girl," she continued, still fiddling with her hair and ignoring the obvious tension in Tatum's neck and shoulders.

She held the hairstyle in place and moved to see how it looked from the front. She wrinkled her nose once she noticed the joint. "That will give you smoker's skin. You'll wrinkle like crazy."

	From: howemuchtrouble	Date: December 12th, 2010 06:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Keegan/Gray

The night was going well enough that he really hadn't kept track of the time. A good chunk of it was spent dancing with his girlfriend, while the rest was talking to who ever he happened to bump into. Without much of any drama, really.

Keegan broke away from his date to head over toward the refreshment table, feeling the need for a drink. If he was lucky, someone managed to get a bit of alcohol into the cider. It was late enough in the evening where he felt he could get away with undoing the tie, knocking down one uncomfortable part about his outfit. Unfortunately, he didn't have his converse handy to change into.

	From: gregoire	Date: December 12th, 2010 11:35 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Keegan/Gray

Gray was leaning against the refreshments table, looking a little worse for wear. He looked frazzled. Sipping cider, he wished it had alcohol in it. Sure, he had pre-gamed, but his little chat with Mekala was rather sobering.

It seemed Gray was the only kid on campus who hadn't thought about bringing a flask of something with him.

"Dude." Gray raised his paper cup of cider to Keegan in greeting as if to say 'Good evening, Sir', the way a fine gentleman would.

	From: cabotine	Date: December 12th, 2010 07:15 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Rowan/Hunter

Rowan had been having such a good time at this ball that she hadn't even noticed the way that her shoes were making her feet feel. She decided that when Keegan went over to the refreshments, that she would grab a table off in the corner and sit down for a little while.

She had danced, mingled, enjoyed the festive atmosphere, been on the arm of the most attractive and wonderful guy there (in her opinion), and had been having an all around fantastic time. As she sat, she let her eyes wander about the crowd with no real direction, just looking around at the party-goers and taking a breather for a little while.

	From: itsnotjessica	Date: December 12th, 2010 08:27 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Rowan/Hunter

Hunter wasted no time in zoning in on Rowan like a heat-seeking missile. She had already snuck out of the dance a couple of times to take a quick glug from the flask that she was keeping concealed against her thigh, and though there was color in her cheeks, she was at least neither throwing up or falling down drunk yet. It was just a little Christmas spirit, that was all. She was composed enough that no teachers had even needed to deal with her, which was always a good sign.

"Giiiiiiiiiiiiirl," she practically shouted, bounding over to where Ro was sitting, and ungracefully plopping into the chair across from her. "What's good with the good? Y'all having fun?"

	From: samtheman	Date: December 12th, 2010 08:43 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sam/AB

Sam had been having a pretty good night, not only was he avoiding the things going on at school, he had been avoiding the personal things... like AB. Things still hadn't changed, they had been back and forth for a long time and it was really starting to get him down. Sitting outside in the chilly night, it all came crashing down on him suddenly. He took a deep breath and sat down on the bottom step.

He rested his head in his hands and just did his best to breathe.

	From: atotheb	Date: December 12th, 2010 09:22 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sam/AB

Abernathy was very drunk at this point in the dance, probably still a little high. She figured she was finally off probation and what better night to celebrate the end of the school year with reckless abandon.

She had been dancing with whoever happened to be on the dance floor, but it wasn't long before she got too hot and had to stumble outside to get some fresh air.

She couldn't decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing that she stumbled directly into Sam's back and tripped falling down onto the ground. The crashing of Sam and Abernathy had moved from the metaphorical to the literal in one misplaced step.

She looked up at him from the ground and cracked up laughing. The back of her dress was torn (though easily mended with a quick spell) and her hair was all mussed up. The pretty, red orchid gracing it was now crumpled on the ground under her head. "Oh fuck," she said rather cheerfully.

	From: imperfectly	Date: December 13th, 2010 12:35 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sera/Jenny

Sera loved Christmas, everything about it from the presents to the fresh tree smell and from the second she walked into the dance she was immediately in the spirit. The snow made her feel at home, like she was back in Maine and the sweet smells only added to it all.

The evening so far had gone on mainly uneventful but she was still having a great time. Things between her and Jenny were even going a lot better lately then they had in the last few months. The two had been out on the floor dancing but when the song ended, and a slow song started, Sera gazed up at Jenny when a grin, "Come on," She told Jenny with a smirk on her face. "We can get some Cider or something." She laughed.

	From: 867_5309	Date: December 13th, 2010 12:51 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sera/Jenny

"Sounds good to me," Jenny replied, smiling widely at her friend as they made their way off of the dance floor. "I'm dying, I need a drink for sure."

When they reached the refreshment table, they were met by a bit of a crowd, but they were up to the table within a few minutes wait. Grabbing an empty cup from the stack, Jenny poured herself some cider, immediately going to town on it and drinking almost half of it, before beginning to fill up again. "Wanna find a table?" she offered, her eyes falling on one a few paces away, where a couple was vacating the space in favor of the dance floor. "We can trade with them, apparently," she said, pointing that way.

She was glad that things were going to well tonight. Christmas, it seemed, brought everyone together. She had been a little worried that things might be awkward with them still, but many months and brief conversations later, it seemed like they were finally back to normalcy. At least, on the outside. Jenny was definitely still conflicted with a thing or two between them, but tonight, she did intend to come clean with things. They could talk it out once and for all, and she could get everything off of her chest. She was already having enough trouble trying to figure out Ella lately; if she couldn't clear the air with her sister, she was at least going to clear it with her friend.

	From: learntofly	Date: December 13th, 2010 12:59 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Rowan

Meka had no idea how long she had been outside, she had no idea how many cigarettes she had smoked. She was still sniffling and her eyes were still red. All in all... she was a mess, but at least she had stopped crying. Stepping out of the shadows after crushing her last cigarette against the building she sauntered back into the dance to grab a glass of punch and finally just go home. She saw that dreadful boy at the snack table again and turned away as quickly as she could and bolted for the door leading into the hallway.

She had crossed the dance floor without incident when she finally saw Rowan and sighed in relief. It was good to see her friend, she needed to talk to someone sensible for once. "Hey," she said, trying not to sound too pathetic.

	From: cabotine	Date: December 13th, 2010 04:35 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Rowan

Rowan had been having a wonderful night. Plans had been made for the future, she had danced and laughed, and in general had a fantastic time. Seeing her friend walking toward her, Rowan's face lit up yet again.

"Hey! I haven't seen you in a while! How's everything... going... You ok?" Not that Meka was the kind of girl who was happy and bubbly and cheerful all the time, but she didn't look quite as happy as she normally did. Rowan hoped fiercely that there was nothing wrong with one of her closest friends.

From: princess93	Date: December 14th, 2010 09:48 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Amber/Open

Dancing with Ben had been a somewhat less successful venture than anticipated. However, the night was still young, and there was still time to have fun.

On that note, she spotted a familiar form in the moving crowd. She crept up silently (as she habitually did) and threw her arms around her unsuspecting victim.

"Hey sugar! What's kicking?"

	From: walktheline	Date: December 14th, 2010 10:01 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Amber/Charlie

Whoever now had Charlie by the waist was unidentifiable by the arms, but her voice gave it away. The corner of his mouth tugging up, Charlie turned round slowly to face Amber.

"Hey yourself" he said, not being able to surpress his grin or his eyes combing down her outfit.

	From: soleada	Date: December 15th, 2010 12:22 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sunny/Conor

Sunny had just nearly escaped Quinn, though she had not made it out unscathed as she had believed. She walked away quickly, on a mission to find her friends or Stasi again. She was completely unaware of the putrid shade of green that her skin had taken on after getting hit by a curse from Quinn while Sunny's back was turned.

She nearly toppled over in relief when she ran into Conor. "Hey!" she said brightly.

	From: traceur	Date: December 23rd, 2010 03:30 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sunny/Conor

Conor had been millng around mostly. Drinking the cider, chatting, avoiding dancing with a passion, but he was bored. When he ran into Sunny he was pretty thrilled to see her. Well. Almost.

"Oh! Hey---Waaaugh." Conor's jaw dropped and his eyes widened.

"I... Sunny?"

	From: atotheb	Date: December 16th, 2010 07:14 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Abernathy/Leon/Adelaide

Abernathy needed a hug.

Stumbling in and out of the crowd still lingering on the dance floor and around the hall she finally targeted the only other person she genuinely felt also needed a hug.

It just so happened that this person was Leon Shaw.

It also just so happened that he was standing next to his girlfriend, AB's longstanding arch-nemesis Adelaide Legaux.

Abernathy didn't happen to take note of this little fact as she tossed her arms around Leon carelessly and squeezed him tightly.

	From: mightbeclever	Date: December 16th, 2010 07:23 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Abernathy/Leon/Adelaide

He and Adelaide had been discussing one thing or another, or rather...Leon was mindlessly nodding to whatever she was saying. Frankly he didn't care about who was wearing what, and who looked like a slut. Half the school looked like a slut to him.

But then there were arms around him, squeezing him tightly as he almost fell backwards. Startled, his arms went out wide, hitting Adelaide as he did so.

"Woah," he said aloud, looking down at the head planted on his chest. Without thinking too much, he actually hugged her back, before looking up to see Adelaide staring at him. "Uh...Hi..."

	From: anastas	Date: December 16th, 2010 11:43 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Stas/Open

Anastas returned to the dance oblivious that the ring Emilie tricked him into donning had changed his appearance. He wouldn't be able to see it unless he looked in a mirror, but anyone else would see him in a giant, fluffy, pink, nightmare of a ball gown.

He was too busy at first looking for one of his friends or his girlfriend to notice the reactions that trailed behind him as he skirted the crowd, but eventually he heard a snicker and turned angrily.

"What?" he yelled.