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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.]
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.
Mostly because she didn't have any.
She changed the subject. "Do you have plans for summer break?"
"De rien," he answered in French. "I'd be willing to beat your ass at Black Ops every day until school starts again," he added with a giant grin. That sounded like a perfectly lovely way to spend his vacation.
"Do someone else!"