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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.]
Luka/Addy
But then, she'd already put herself through the ordeal of dress shopping, so she might as well finish up the rest of the experience. When Luka came to get her though... well, she was a little surprised.
"Wow. Have I never seen you dressed up before?"
"And no, you don't get to find out what I'm wearing instead."
The walk from her dorm to Dresden Hall was a little farther than his, but it was a pleasant evening for a stroll.
"Oh, I don't think I asked. Did you change your core for the fall?"
"I did change my core. I still don't have a focus, but there's just nothing else Anderson can teach me in Transfig. So Walsh gets me for a semester." She grinned. "Be still my heart?"
He looked at her a bit in disbelief. "You've got brass balls as big as his if you want to mentor with him." He clapped her on the back more like she was one of the boys he was proud of than his prom date. "That's rock solid awesome."
Then he smirked at her. "Maybe some of your awesome will rub off on him and he won't be so terrifying."
"Let's get our pictures and then find the drink table. I wonder if there are chaperons about this early." Because, obviously, he had a flask stashed in his jacket.
"Maybe the corner's not a bad idea. For drinking," she added, just to be clear. She was starting to wonder if maybe she didn't need to just get buzzed and stop thinking so much.
"Maybe you should spike the punch," she said with a smirk. "I don't remember what drunk freshmen get up to."
"I don't mind if you pass out on me. Then I can tell everyone not only have I been in your panties but that we've also slept together." He winked at her again and knew he'd crossed over the line where she was comfortable. He leaned back lazily. "Not much talent on the floor tonight," he said turning the subject from her. "It's as if they dressed for every dance the school offers but prom."
She looked out at the other students milling about at Luka's comment, and could see that his opinion was clearly shared. Cinna Thompson was running around, yelling at people to go change their shoes or to put on ties, and getting quite red in the face explaining to people the precise definition of 'formal dress'.
She brought her feet out from under the table and looked at her shoes. "I'm surprised so many girls are wearing heels." She didn't own any, and had never thought that was strange because they were horrible and uncomfortable little torture devices. But looking around, almost every other girl in the room seemed to be subjecting themselves to it.
"Silly girls," he commented. "They'll regret it later." Especially if they danced all night. But not good, old, reliable Addy. She wore sensible, pretty shoes that wouldn't kill her feet. "Are you going to allow me at least one dance?"