Party time

[dashingdignity]

Who: Porthos (class: 1-3; age: 15), Ellen Harvelle (class: 3-2; age: 18), and James Rogers (class: 3-1; age: 18)
Where: All over the festival
When: The entire Festival
Rating: PG-?
Summary: Let's have a party in various places
The Story: OOC:

Porthos: Either at the class booth, making onigiri or behind the school getting a drink and a smoke in.

Ellen: Everywhere flirting with everyone. Want her someplace? Fine by me.

James: Wearing his crisp white shirt and black bowtie, and being waitstaff, unless he's needed to growl at someone for his sister(s).

Comments

For Porthos

[dashingdignity]

herp derp hitting up that there onigiri booth lets go do shit that's actually fun

[flytheflag]

Oi. [Almost as if out of nowhere, does Hector appear, leaning against the booth and reaching up to fluff at his already disarrayed hair. He's been wandering, keeping away from the general vicinity of the rest area, because like hell he's doing anything that remotely resembles participating in this bullshit if he can help it, before glancing over to Porthos, one eyebrow raised.]

I can leave you to your wifely duties, there, mate, but I'm about to skive off for a break.

[dashingdignity]

[ Bored. Bored. Bored. God he wants a drink and a smoke. He props his chin on his hand wiggling his eyebrows at one of the ladies of the school and just waits.

Hector is mana from heaven, because Porthos’ lighter broke and he can’t even light a cigarette right now and he wants one. So. Bad. ]

Wifely duties? That’s Athos.

[ He steps out from behind the booth and tucks his hands into his pockets. ]

Could do for a break, though. Your lighter work, mon ami?

[flytheflag]

Does me lighter work. [Hector both looks and sounds offended at that, straightening from his usual hunch.] Of course me lighter works, you think I'd show up at this with one that don't? It's like you don't know me at all, mate.

[But then he grins.] Be a long day to sit without a working lighter, with nothin' to do but shill rice balls. Though I might be feeling a bit generous, you know. With a working lighter and all.

[dashingdignity]

[ Porthos sighs and shrugs. His died earlier this morning. He’d been planning on getting a new one after school. ]

I’m not begging for the use of your lighter.

[ Porthos mutters the words but jerks his head toward the back of the school. ]

You gonna ditch later or are you actually going to hang around.

because awkward is better

[nascensibility]

[It should be noted that there is a gratuitous number of surly young men at this school - more than Evelyn thinks should be permitted to attend - and when she winds around the back of the building to enter the library through the stacks (when volunteering there it is imperative to be as unobtrusive as possible) she spots The Typical Specimen.

...perhaps a bit better dressed than The Typical Specimen, she supposes, but any points from his attire are detracted when she sees him lighting up a cigarette.

And oh, just perfect, he's standing in front of the door she has to use.]

Excuse me.

ALWAYS BETTER

[dashingdignity]

[ Sweet, sweet nicotine. Sweet nicotine flowing into his lungs and… what ho. What have we here? Now that is a pretty young lady, isn’t it?

Politely, he stubs out the cigarette. While he might enjoy damaging his own lungs, he does nothing of the sort to anyone else. Porthos smiles brightly. ]

No, excuse me my Lady. I wouldn’t have smoked had I known there was such delicate company about.

[nascensibility]

[It's his manner that has her stopping short, pausing instead of stepping past him with her nose in the air. My Lady. Heavens, how Elizabethan of him.]

...I'm not that delicate, [she replies primly, appraising him.] What are you doing loitering about back here?

[dashingdignity]

[ Porthos grins, full of confidence and sass. Honestly, he uses the 'my lady' stuff because the girls always stop and at least talk to him for a minute. ]

Far more delicate than the typical company I keep.

[ God love Athos, but he's a crass bastard. ]

Me? Just taking a moment to gather my thoughts. What are you doing back here? Ditching class?

[nascensibility]

[Good thing Evelyn never wanders up on top of the school, hm? Then she'd have to deal with such deplorable reprobates. She has the dignity to look offended by his suggestion, cutting class, as if.]

I would never!

[No, really. She's gone to class determinedly even when she feels ill.]

I'm heading through the back door to the library to bring in these books for them, thank you very much.

[dashingdignity]

[ Porthos is amused at her indignity. She’s so sweet. He grins and leans against the wall next to the door. ]

Would you care for some help with that?

[ He’s always willing to help a pretty girl. ]

[nascensibility]

[He is quite cute and likely thinks that he is very charming. Even so, she has the forethought to consider him carefully before replying.]

...you aren't like those boys who tossed my books into the mud last week, are you?

[They ran away before she could exact her vengeance, but she hasn't forgotten.]

[dashingdignity]

[ Porthos looks offended. ]

I may be many things, my lady, but I am not a mangler of books.

[ Pomposity and all. ]

[nascensibility]

[She narrows her eyes sceptically at his defence.]

Oh? And what sort of things are you?

[dashingdignity]

Smoker, drinker, layabout, sometimes a cad, maybe a few more epithets, depending on who you ask.

[ Does he get points for honesty? ]

[nascensibility]

A rogue? A bounder? Heartbreaker? Possible gambler?

[Evelyn volunteers helpfully, lofting an eyebrow. He's definitely honest about it, that's for sure.]

[dashingdignity]

Absolutely not. I’ve always been honest.

[ He looks offended. He is, a bit. ]

I do not break hearts, nor do I gamble. Some might call me a rogue and a bounder, but I’ve never been anything but honest with everyone.

[nascensibility]

[Her wariness continues for a long moment, but Evelyn finally (graciously) extends the heaviest books in her stack.]

Carry these for me.

[That's...not a question.]

[dashingdignity]

[ Porthos takes the heavy books and grunts dramatically under the weight. Then, he pulls open the door. ]

Shall we?

[nascensibility]

We shall.

[Darn straight she was carrying those all by herself around the entire school. Clearing her throat, nose in the air, Evelyn leads the way through the open door.]

[dashingdignity]

[ He never considers women weak. They all prove him wrong on a regular basis. So, he just holds open the door for her and follows her into the school like a little lost puppy. Isn’t he adorable? ]

Surely you didn’t read all these?

[nascensibility]

Every last one,

[she declares, matter of fact, before the part of her that craves approval caves in and Evelyn asks another question.]

...why? These aren't, um, silly books, or anything.

[dashingdignity]

[ He's looking at the titles. ]

Not at all. They just seem... heavy. In the topic sense, though a few of these are hefty as well.

[ He's curious, okay? ]

[nascensibility]

I like to read,

[she points out defencively, turning to look at him over one shoulder. So what if one of the texts is a heavy volume of Kant, and another a translation of The Book of the Dead by Budge?]

...a lot.

[dashingdignity]

So it would seem. But rather heavy subjects for a high school student.

[ You'd never catch him with such works, but then he's a cad and a layabout. ]