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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.]
Thorn/Cinna
He offered his arm in a relatively gentlemanly gesture, though his hand was making the rock on sign as he lead her to the center of the ballroom and his dancing was a bit more spastic than the sort that was expected of him.
Their dance was highly untraditional-- a lot more 'flailing' than 'waltzing'-- but they were King and Queen goddamnit, they could dance however the hell they wanted.
Even still though; Thorn's dancing was causing her to crack up. "Dude, did you sneak a flask in or something?!"
"No, but Lukey did," he giggled. They'd been taking shots on the dance floor when it was crowded with bodies and teachers couldn't see what they were doing. "How could you tell?"
He spun her around and accidentally let go, cracking up at the horribly offended look Lucy Tell was shooting him. Well fuck her, he thought. It's our prom.
"The speech was a big factor," she teased. "And you don't smell enough like weed to be giggling so hard!" She attempted to spin him back, which was very hard given he was so much taller than her.
Then he stopped dancing for a moment. "Hey! My speech had been prepared since I knew I was nominated." He slapped at her arm idly and started dancing again. "I thought it was fucking rock solid."
She shoved him with her shoulder in return for the play-slap; not even throwing him off balance for a second. "So you guys are coming to after? We got sumo suits!"
The idea that his prom speech would end up in the yearbook was part strange and part awesome. At least he'd be a little bit more infamous.
"I was planning on it. Can't say as much for Lukey. Depends on how things go with his date tonight," he said with the slightest raise of an eyebrow. Not that he was in the mood for starting rumors, but wouldn't it be fun to watch Luka sweat?
Her attention was soon diverted from her bra, though. "No way! I thought they were just friends?" She'd been just as surprised as anybody to see Adelaide show up to prom. "Although, she did say on my journal that if she was gonna do any of you, it'd be him." Oh crap. The boys weren't supposed to know about that post.
He shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe. The way they act together makes me think..." he trailed off and then snapped back to attention. "When did she say this?"
She shook her head firmly. "She didn't. There was no secret post in which everyone talked about which of your cousins was doable or not."
To his credit, he managed to acknowledge them both without skipping a beat; the song continuing as though they'd never come near. He smiled when Cinna demanded they play a really fast one next, and gave them both a thumbs-up.
"Three pages devoted to your ass? I dunno if I can get away with that. I mean, I tried last year." She actually had tried last year. The girls on committee were okay with it; the boys and Professor Morgendorfer, not quite so much. "I've got enough different photos of your hair to squash together a half-page 'what's in the water' montage?"