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Cinna Thompson had almost single handedly pulled the prom together. The ballroom was decorated with festoons of floating flowers. Stars hung from the ceiling, each set to sparkle as if they were properly in the sky. The outskirts of the room were set with small round tables that could accommodate one or two couples. A table of refreshments was guarded at all times by Seamus Morgendorfer and a rotating cast of other faculty who volunteered to chaperon for the evening.
A glittery ballot box stood next to the entrance where students were set to write down their chosen prom king and queen and drop their tickets into the box. Students began to stream in after dinner to quiet music playing over the speakers. The band, a local group called Vampira was scheduled to begin playing around 7:30.
Needless to say it was going to be an excellent evening.
[OOC: Hop in where you will. Save for prom court, which we'll work on once all the votes are in.]
A glittery ballot box stood next to the entrance where students were set to write down their chosen prom king and queen and drop their tickets into the box. Students began to stream in after dinner to quiet music playing over the speakers. The band, a local group called Vampira was scheduled to begin playing around 7:30.
Needless to say it was going to be an excellent evening.
[OOC: Hop in where you will. Save for prom court, which we'll work on once all the votes are in.]
7:30-8:30
Maddy/OPEN
Addy/Luka
She didn't know this band at all, but they didn't seem bad at all, and all the other students dancing at least proved they could hold a rhythm.
"I'm maybe having fun," she admitted after a shift in the crowd brought her to his side. She bumped her hip on his. "Thanks."
The tempo of the song shifted into a slower beat and then into a new song altogether. He offered her his hand. "You up for a slow one?"
She wanted to. But she also didn't want to make him.
He moved her easily with the music and kept his eyes focused just over her shoulder at the other couples swirling around the dance floor. "You're not so bad at this," he teased.
"You're doing it backwards," she responded, not realizing that she'd been leading every other time she'd done this.
He gave her a little more space as they resumed dancing and the music began to shift into a faster beat. "I'll try to control my mouth, but I can't keep my eyes on it all night. My nose is in the way." He lifted his eyebrows quickly a few times and chuckled as if he'd come up with this gem all on his own.
"You're a dork," she said, smiling despite herself. "Tell your nose to watch your mouth then; it's not like it's doing anything else tonight." Though the thought that it might was a whole new level of disturbing hilarity.
The motion was amusing to him because another thought followed. He was more interested in what his hands could get up to this evening.
"One punch for the lady," he said handing her one and taking a good swig from his own.
It had been cute to begin with, but now she felt she was being soundly mocked. So what if she preferred the idea of a gentleman to some douchebag who would just try and get in her pants and fuck her over? There was no reason to laugh about it. If it had been anyone else but Luka she'd have punched him in the face and stalked back to her room already.