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

[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. ]

[nascensibility]

[Point taken, good sir. Point taken.]

I'm preparing for university, [she explains matter-of-factly.] If I'm going to be an expert in my field, I've got to make strides now.

[dashingdignity]

And which field would that be?

[ Now, he’s curious. ]

[nascensibility]

Archaeology, [she says succinctly, before adding,] Um, specialising in Ancient Egypt. I hope. I know.

[Evelyn is the sort of girl who faces adversity in a field dominated by men, so she has to constantly tell herself that she'll get there with flying colours.]

[dashingdignity]

Digging around in the dust and sand?

[ Porthos is completely open and honest, nonjudgmental when he asks, ]

Good lord, why?

[nascensibility]

Well, someone's got to do it if we're going to preserve anything of our history, [she sniffs, extending her arms again as she reaches a desk.] My books, if you please.