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 had only heard some of the rumors about his little panty stunt. Who did they think he sent them to? He wasn't about to ask. He shrugged and feigned being abashed about it. "Have to keep you girls on your toes," he offered vaguely. That and he had an image to cultivate and maintain.
"You're one of the few who does," Vi complimented, starting to move to the beat. "So tell us, do you have any plots for this evening or are you playing by ear?"
Then he grinned baldly. "I do what I can." He danced with them, small hip movements and arm gestures, so that they could have conversation. "I'm playing it close to the chest, but I'm always open to moving it up to my ear."
"Fag," Vi teased, giving his chest a gentle shove.
"You're like a real romantic and shit," Scar laughed.
"We were hoping to raise a little hell, it might have to wait until the after party though. Staff is on high alert since our date offended Leland's delicate sensibilities," Vi grinned mischievously.
Then he bumped his hip into Vi. "Bitch please."
He rolled his eyes between the two of them. "I'm no such thing," he challenged. "And if you start spreading around rumors you'll find I also send dirty panties in the mail. Not the sort of thing you want to open up in the school dining hall."
Then they were talking about raising hell and his ears pricked up. "Shit, yeah. Let's make sure we can get into the after prom party." He wasn't going to comment on Leland's delicate sensibilities. The kid was a bruiser, but at least he had a sense of right and wrong.