+ The Drag Pageant +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Yasogami HS auditorium
When: Afternoon of Wednesday, July 16
Rating: PG(-13)
Summary: The drag pageant.
The Story: Whether you're there as a voluntary or involuntary contestant or as an audience member looking for a laugh, this is where threads for the drag contest go!

There will be three top-level threads to help keep things organized: one for the sign-up sheet (which characters will have access to all week); one for Tweedledum to ask questions of the contestants on stage; and a third for the audience. Give me a couple minutes to post them and then have at it! Please make sure to label threads open or closed. ♥

Comments

[goesdown]

Crowley signs himself up. He has great calves and he knows it. Why shouldn't everyone else see that, too?

Maybe they'll also see what else he has that's great.

Crowley, Class 1-2

[johnnyblake]

[ Guess who's right around to see you sign up, Crowley? Blake leans against the desk and crosses his arms. He's dropped a jacket for just the button-down with rolled up sleeves and his regular uniform pants. ]

And here I was just gonna sign you up myself and you beat me to it. Guess my work here's done. Unless...

[goesdown]

[ Crowley smirks, giving Johnny one of the most obvious visual check-outs possible. ]

Well if you wanted to see me in a short skirt, all you had to do was ask.

[johnnyblake]

[ Johnny rolls his eyes, but he's clearly amused. ]

Such a freak. If you wanna show off your ass cheeks, you don't need my permission. Make sure you wear some stockin's, yeah? Smooths things out.

[ This he says with a sort of explanatory gesture, his hand moving down his body in a somewhat mocking way. It's all in good fun, though, isn't it? ]

[goesdown]

Oh, is that what you're after?

[ He moves closer, voice dropping as his smirk only grows. ]

You want me in thigh highs, you little pervert?

[johnnyblake]

Little pervert? [ He scoffs. ] Like you got room to talk. All I'm sayin' is that if you're lookin' to win this thing, you gotta step up you game. Or work somethin' else out.

I should add a warning on this thread for Crowley's usual sexualizing of everything

[goesdown]

Oh, I already know what I am. [ He corners Blake against the table. ] I thought about offering oral sex for votes, but I wouldn't want to ruin my stockings. What do you think?

of course~

[johnnyblake]

[ If he's perturbed by the move, Johnny doesn't show it. His hands rest on the tabletop to brace himself some, but it's more like he's submitting to taking a seat than being bullied by some kid like Crowley. ]

Pretty sure a-bit-torn-up's in style these days, but you're not gonna get the votes you need workin' the futures on somethin' like that. Unless you can deliver that kinda service in advance, who's gonna agree?

[goesdown]

I can think of a few potential volunteers.

[ He leans in until his hands are on the table, almost closer enough to touch Blake's. ]

Some people don't mind waiting for quality.

[johnnyblake]

[ As he spares a glance at those intruding hands, Johnny leans back some and runs his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip. He's trying really hard not to laugh, thanks, though he has to admit this kid's got some balls. ]

You're full of shit, man. Up to your ears if you heard anyone volunteer for that.

[ Blake lifts a hand from the desk and snakes it between them until he reaches... his pocket. The jeans are a bit tight, but struggling with that doesn't seem to bother Johnny who expects it's making something of a scene for anyone looking on.

He wriggles a piece of paper back up until it's chest height and just between two two fingers. Half-crumpled, it's a copy of a ballot. ]

Got dozens.

[goesdown]

[ Crowley watches Johnny's movements with interest. He can't say he doesn't find the older boy attractive. ]

Really?

[ He raises an eyebrow and then his eyes go towards the door. There's a bathroom right outside the auditorium and it doesn't get much use. They could be quick in the handicap stall. ]

Care to step into my office and talk business?

[johnnyblake]

If you gotta have an office to do business, I'm game. Just not sure location, location, location's gonna make the real diff'rence.

[ But he'll move when Crowley does, and follow the younger boy to talk. ]

[goesdown]

[ Once they're moving, Crowley reaches back to grasp Blake's wrist and tugs him towards the bathroom. ]

It's not for looks, but it should be private enough.

[johnnyblake]

[ Johnny's tugged along, but he's not quite sure what Crowley's thinking here. Private party? Probably not going to happen. But he'll listen to his proposition. ]

Yeah, aha, okay. Slow down there, pal. We'll get there. a'right? [ But he's not pulling away even when they're through the door. ]

[goesdown]

[ Crowley starts walking backwards once they're in the bathroom, leading them for the biggest stall with a smile that he thinks is sexy and confident, but is probably more cocky and age inappropriate in reality. ]

I suppose this is more about what I can do for you, isn't it?

[johnnyblake]

[ He uses those sweet kicks to skid to a halt and pulls free of the underclassman. ]

No, it's more 'bout what you can pay me. Dude, I'm not gonna let you take me into a stall. Can't turn what you're offerin' me. Need somethin' I can turn for a profit.

[goesdown]

[ Wow excuse you. Crowley just looks at him. ]

Then what do you want? I thought we were clearly...

[ He gestures to the stall. Damn it. ]

[johnnyblake]

[ Hey, this isn't some kind of contract. Johnny shoves his hands into his pockets and shrugs. ]

Thought wrong, champ. [ Can he blame him for wanting that? Probably not. But he's not exactly willing to engage.

Still, he feels a little bad. ] It's just business, no hard feelin's. You're smart, you get that.

You got somethin' else? Or should I take these fifty ballots somewhere else?

[goesdown]

Well, I don't have drugs, if that's what you're looking for. At least not enough to deal.

[ Turn a profit! Really! As if Crowley's services aren't worth it. As if there wouldn't have been offers for a repeat. ]

And besides, I care more about getting laid than winning a silly contest by cheating.

[johnnyblake]

Jesus, cool your jets there. I ain't lookin' for drugs. Tryin' to get me kicked outta here or what?

[ Except, he's holding out his hand and silently gesturing for them. So what if he wants to see what Crowley's got. ]

You're not thinkin' big. If you win this contest, everyone's gonna wanna sleep with the king, right?

[goesdown]

I'm going to win as long as you don't help someone else cheat, anyway.

[ He rolls his eyes and pulls out his cigarette box where he's stashed half of a joint. ]

And I'm definitely trying to get you kicked out of here. Look at me. Telling a teacher.

[johnnyblake]

[ Looking around (just in case), he makes sure they're alone before snapping up the cigarette pack. A quick sniff at the half-joint and he puts that between his lips. ]

This, a pack of smokes, plus first option when this is over. [ It's a good deal, right? I mean, winning the pageant offers a lot of benefits, especially for an underclassman. He waves the stack of ballots like it's money. ]

[goesdown]

You won't be disappointed, Johnny.

[ There's a light in his eyes that wasn't there a moment ago as he reaches his hand out to run a finger down Johnny's arm to his wrist. ]

[johnnyblake]

Yeah, better not be. Now get outta here and win yourself a crown or somethin'.

[ Although, to be fair, he's only a little bit certain this will work. It might just backfire. But for now, he's up half a joint he's about to enjoy. ]