+ The Dance +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: Everyone!
Where: Yasogami HS gymnasium
When: Evening of Wednesday, July 16
Rating: PG(-13)
Summary: It's your chance do your dance
The Story: After the culture festival wraps up on Wednesday afternoon, all students are invited to a dance in the gymnasium! There are snacks and drinks (non-alcoholic, of course!), as well as cheesy paper decorations made by the student council members.

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[johnnyblake]

[ He lets out and annoyed scoff and dips down to try to gather together what he can. A couple sweeps of the side of his hand and he comes up with plenty of dirt and not a lot of green. ]

Don't be such a fuckin' loser, Banner, it's not like people are gonna give a shit. [ And now he's extra grumpy because he was going to take that joint, meet up with a friend, and make a night of it.

He stands and jabs a finger into Bruce's shoulder. ] That stuff was ten bucks. You owe me ten bucks for that shit. C'mon, cough up.

[alifetime]

"It's okay to drink. The punch, that is. Least that's what the little card said it was. Maybe we should wait and see if someone else is sucking it down first," Jack whispered conspiratorially to Ianto as he scooted a little closer to hold a quieter conversation.

A secondary attack on the popcorn was put off. For the moment.

The frown coming to Jack's face told of his thoughts on someone dropping off their nephew off at a school they had never been to before with a pack of strangers. Things like that weren't supposed to happen, even in the world of a sixteen year old Jack Harkness. It smoothed quickly into a grin meant to put the poor boy at ease as much as he could.

"Well, you met me, and that's a start. You can stay in my room. There's an empty bed. I can show you where stuff is and introduce you to others. It's not that bad, yeah?"

Jack could be a shallow ass, which most people labeled him at and stopped there, but he didn't like petty injustices he could correct anymore than the adult version did.

"I bet most of them have not met a real Welshman!"

Just a little smile?

[actualwizard]

Billy laughed moving closer to Teddy and tilting his head up to look at him. "Sounds like I'm hazard to your health."

[quis_ut_deus]

Whatever good will had worked itself into his expression ices over. He knows a student by that name; he knows him well enough to wish he didn't, most of the time.

"Anthony Crowley?"

Somehow, the thought of Crowley standing up a date doesn't really surprise him. The soft-spoken, gentle one with the fashion sense of a 90 year-old grandmother doesn't strike him as Crowley's type.

[samlicker81]

[ becky is on her way to the bathroom, taking a shortcut across the dance floor, when she's intercepted by an extremely attractive senior who asks her to dance. it takes her completely by surprise, because she's a nobody, she doesn't have friends, and she most certainly doesn't get asked to dance by handsome boys. ] Who, me? [ and just as she turns her head to double check that finnick is actually talking to her, she finds herself spinning, a delighted squeal escaping her lips. she starts laughing as he dips her closer to the ground and she holds on for dear life until her puts her back upright. it's certainly the most exciting thing to happen to her all night, probably. ] Hi... I'm Becky. [ is all she manages to say, and her voice sounds far away, a dopey grin permanently plastered on her face. ]

[killjoyteaboy]

"You only met me thirty seconds ago," Ianto protested, "you can't just tell me to stay with you like that!"

Apparently he could. Meeting Jack-probably-not-captain-of-anything Harkness was like being befriended by an unusually attractive tornado. So that was charisma. Ianto didn't think it was fair, considering he thought he might have been behind the door when they'd passed it out.

He pushed the popcorn bowl back in Jack's direction. He still wasn't sure what to say, but when Jack was offering to let him move in, he could at least afford to share his snack food.

"It's not that bad."

It really wasn't. He was surprised to realize he was considering the offer anyway. Maybe he could make friends.

[hulk_ling]

Teddy lifted his hand and touched Billy's cheek. "You're completely deadly," he said with a laugh before leaning his head down. He wanted to kiss Billy and he hoped that Billy didn't mind.

[keeperfromtheflame]

[She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when Frank didn't react negatively. That could have easily gone a different way.]

Sort of.

I talked to him a little while ago. He's here with my brother tonight. Nico.

[quis_ut_deus]

Michael would definitely be inclined to say damned. He doubts that Crowley prays with any regularity, if he's ever done so in the first place.

"Don't be absurd. You knew better than to bring them here; I'm confiscating them. If you want your investment back, you're welcome to ask the administration to return them after the dance."

He gives the younger student one of his nastier smiles. Rest assured that, along with the cigarettes and anything else he decides Crowley shouldn't have on his person right now, he'll be giving them a full account of Crowley's actions at the dance.

Said account may or may not be embellished to Crowley's disadvantage. It depends how much the other boy irritates him.

[truesight]

[ she's actually right in the middle of her first big gulp of punch when her sister starts talking, and her eyes light up over the brim of the cup, and she's swallowing the punch too quick ( wow that shit is gross ), but she's all smiles once it's down ]

Tasha! Hey. Yes, I've managed not to knock myself out. Totally fine, thank you very much. Like I haven't spent years perfecting my dance style.

[ gurl please. she's just going to take another sip, her nose scrunching after this one ]

What is up with this punch? Can punch go bad? It's like, burning my mouth.

[truesight]

Um, yes, I totally am. Wow, thanks.

[ Rachel's all aBOUT boys bringing her drinks, hot damn. she gives him a big smile, taking the cup and a decent sip from it right away. dancing is exhausting! well, dancing like Rachel does is exhausting ]

How about you? Having fun?

[thepointisdolphins]

"Like hell. You can't prove I was gonna smoke them all here anyway." He takes a step back from Michael, ready to run or cause a scene if need be. Cigarettes are expensive, and Crowley doesn't have very much money to begin with. Also his parents would kill him if they found out.

"I don't know what your problem is with me, anyway. Just buzz off and ruin someone else's fun."

[stoptheviolence]

[So long as he's not literally breaking the door down with an ax, she'll take it.]

Hey yourself.

And with that outfit, you most certainly may.

[quis_ut_deus]

Crowley's question goes unanswered. Michael isn't the type to feel he owes the younger students an explanation for anything he does, and it's a rather obvious answer to begin with. Crowley is a bad influence; Crowley is friendly with his younger brother. It's a mix of traits and actions that are guaranteed to raise Michael's ire.

"I can prove anything I need to prove, Crowley. For example, how you were the one to throw the first punch."

The hand from earlier is back on Crowley's shoulder. Instead of a light tap, Crowley gets a fierce shove towards the closest wall.

"And how anything I'm about to do was merely self-defense."

[thepointisdolphins]

And this is what it always comes down to. Crowley tries to stand up to Michael, and Michael uses all his power and intimidation to crush him and remind him how small and helpless he actually is. None of Crowley's cool facade works where Michael is concerned; Michael just tears it all down effortlessly.

Crowley hits the wall hard and stumbles but doesn't fall.

"H-Hey...jeez, man, what the hell?" He's trying to keep the fear out of his voice. "You're gonna beat me up over some stupid cigarettes? Are you crazy?"

[mph]

This looks like a date.

This is totally a date.

Now what kind of brother would Tommy be if he didn't check up on them, hm? What kind of brother would he be if he didn't see if Billy needed an excuse to tap out? An awful one, that's what.

He slings an arm around either of them out of nowhere.

Take that, potential awful brother status. This is a brother who cares.

"What are you two losers talking about?"

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[manicuredangel]

The wildness and unpredictability of Anthony's movements was driving him absolutely mad with pleasure. He ends up having to shove his sleeved arm into his mouth to muffle his moaning.

[avoirfaim]

[ Of course he looks handsome, Evelyn. Hannibal does handsome very well, as far as he's concerned, and his concern is really the only concern that matters. ]

Of course I do, assuming they play something with a slower tempo and more melody.

[ The secret is, of course, that Hannibal has no idea how to dance to this music. If put under pressure he can make it work in swing or salsa, but this? No thank you. ]

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[thepointisdolphins]

The YouTube video said to pay special attention to the head, so that's what Crowley does, running his tongue over and around, one hand reaching up to hold onto Ezra's belt for leverage. He can already taste something bitter in his mouth. He hopes that's not what come tastes like; it's kinda gross.

[quis_ut_deus]

School council has taught him quite a bit, though likely not the things it was meant to. Apart from building and encouraging their school community it's shown him the importance of politics - and in that arena, a soft touch does one no good. The best defense really is a good offense.

To put it simply: he's gotten good at tearing people down when they get in his way.

"I prefer to use the term motivated. Ambitious, determined... perhaps a tad controlling, but let's keep that between us, shall we?"

Michael steps closer, into Crowley's personal space, and extends his hand.

"What will it be, then? The smart way, or the fool's way?"

[manicuredangel]

"Yes, that's him." He smiles warmly, clearly a boy in love. "He's absolutely lovely, even if he's a bit tardy."

[alifetime]

"I've got a feeling about you."

He didn't, but Jack could lie with the best of them. No one should be dropped off in a strange place like a puppy at the pound. Who did that? It was his mission not to let Ianto get lost and spend his time being alone. That was a word he hated. Alone. It even sounded ugly. Since Jack didn't sleep due to a medical condition unless heavily drugged, his bed was an easy thing to give up. Ianto could sleep there until the guests had to leave the school.

And he had popcorn that he was now willing to share.

"No, it's not! I bet you would like Ned. He makes some of the most delicious pies ever. Then there's Will. He's sort of odd and shy, but if you like dogs, he'll get along with you. Avoid the Lecter twins. They're weird. Oh, and Bruce! You have to meet him. I bet he could find Wales on the map."

Jack may not be the best student. Brilliant according to his teachers but too lazy to get much done. None of that changed the heartening grin he gave Ianto.

"You'll be fine. I promise! Crowley, Becky and all of the others will be around too."

If that look of near-despair on the stranger's face faded, that would be enough for Jack. No one should ever look that lost and alone. Not while he was around.

[mph]

"Thanks mom, I think I'll be fine."

That's, unfortunately, his most creative remark at the moment, He glances over at Erica for a moment and--wow, what a babe. He's seen her around before but the uniform they have to wear doesn't do many people many favors.

"You're a second year, right?"

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[manicuredangel]

His fingers clench and unclench in Anthony's hair as a particularly loud moan is stifled. He feels so, so very close to coming in Anthony's mouth. He is just so good and Ezra is just so lost in pleasure.

[thepointisdolphins]

Crowley would point out that you can't just scare people into getting what you want; you have to also be nice to them now and then. Hell, even Plato knew that. But whatever. There's no reasoning with Michael.

"Yeah? Cause I think the term 'crazy' works just fine."

He flinches when Michael reaches for him, certain the other boy is about to hit him. He squints at the hand nervously. So...his options are get his ass kicked by Michael now, or get his ass kicked by his father when Crowley gets home and his dad wants a smoke. Damned if he does, damned if he doesn't.

He grits his teeth. Then he digs into a pocket and pulls out a full carton of cigarettes and sets it in Michael's hand. He glares at his feet.

"Fine. Have it your way."