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Who: Crowley and OPEN
Where: Class 1-2, behind the building and anywhere else around the school
When: Throughtout the event
Rating: PG13
Summary: Crowley is a smarmy teenaged bad boy with a leather jacket and a cigarette
The Story:

Crowley isn't normally one for jumping into a school function, but speed dating isn't the same old bake sale and when Crowley sees a way to get something out of a situation, you can bet your ass he'll take it. In this case, there are so many opportunities for him to flirt his way into a lucky guy or girl's pants.

When he is in the classroom, he's vocal and helpful, pushing for them to all be able to take turns participating along with running it for obvious reasons and generally being helpful to a degree that is uncharacteristic to him.

At the times that he's not helping out with the speed dating, he can be found skipping class out behind the school building with a bulky leather jacket pulled over his uniform and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He leans against the wall with a relaxed posture and an easy smirk.

(for speed dating with Crowley, see his thread here.)

Comments

[insecticider]

Phil can't afford the leather jacket, and maybe he's bigger on the glum than the smarm, but you can bloody well bet that he stocked up on his share of cigarettes. Next one all lit up it's the smoldering bud of the last that does a great job at lighting their stupid play on fire.

"Made with the fume of sighs my arse," he mumbles, and kicks the smoking pages for good measure, watching their ashes scatter in the wind.

Not watching out if he's got company, because who even cares if he gets caught again?

[goesdown]

Crowley watches the display with an amused look on his face before pushing away from the wall he's been leaning against with a low tsk.

"Burning books? I think that's a new level of delinquency here."

He takes a drag of his own cigarette before letting his smile grow.

[insecticider]

He stares down at the pages, watching them crinkle and fall apart. Okay, so maybe he got a quick grin out of it when the flames started, just ha, I did it right at the beginning, but pretty soon he's back to watching with his tiny teen scowl, which never really seems to light up.

...Unlike the next cigarette, anyway, except one drag in Phil's suddenly not alone anymore, and he coughs in surprise.

"Yeah, well," he says too soon, his voice still raspy, dragging another coughing fit from him.

(Shut up, that was probably part of the plan somehow. Like the part where he bites his lip in frustration, and very pointedly looks somewhere else until the coughing is done.)

"Still got room for more assignments on it, if you wanna."

There we go. Day saved. (1-2 though? Might be tough, burning a whole speed dating café.)

[goesdown]

"I prefer to just not do them. Burning seems excessive."

Crowley offers a smirk and oh, yes, he is judging.

"Bit like you care too much in the other direction. I don't care much in either, so rather than waste my energy on pointless acts of rebellion, I'll save it for more worthwhile endeavors."

Having sex is a worthwhile endeavor, right? Because that's what he means.

[insecticider]

Phil huffs.

Yeah. Well. He doesn't. So there. And he'll say that as loudly as you can say anything with a silent and grumpy frown, because what he's asking, what he's actually going to ask out loud (and a bit suspiciously, but there you go) is:

"Like what?"

Because what Crowley means just there sails right over Phil's head. No time for innuendo practice when you're busy glowering at the whole world.

[goesdown]

"Like getting laid and getting high."

He rolls his eyes as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. Anyone who doesn't want those things is clearly crazy!

[eatsyourscience]

Although Souji is helping with the preparations for their class's event, he's not nearly as enthusiastic about its execution as Crowley or some other members of the class. He can only imagine it ending in some degree of disaster.

He's not the type to skip class when classes are being held like normal, but today is Sunday and all anyone is doing is setting up for the culture festival or avoiding setting up for the culture festival. Under those circumstances, he doesn't have any qualms about ducking out of the classroom for a break during the day. That's how he finds Crowley behind the building--it would be stupid to loiter in front of the building when he's supposed to be inside helping.

Despite being in the same class, he's only vaguely acquainted with Crowley. That doesn't stop him from approaching him, though, waving cigarette smoke away from his face with one hand.

"Hey." He stops a little ways away, in case Crowley doesn't want company, and stands with one hand on his hip, his normal stance. "Excited?"

[goesdown]

Crowley's a social creature by nature, even if he doesn't always care about what he's supposed to care about, so company is rarely unwanted.

With a grin, he takes the last pull from his cigarette and drops the butt, stamping it out with the toe of his boot.

"More excited than you, I think." He laughs. "You haven't seemed too into the idea. No interest in dating?"

It's a completely foreign concept to Crowley, who is more interested in having sex than anything related to his future.

[eatsyourscience]

"Dating and speed dating aren't the same." Not by a mile. They aren't even distant neighbors, really. "And it doesn't really have anything to do with our school's culture."

Then again, neither does Romeo and Juliet and Hamlet or fortune telling.

[goesdown]

"I don't think any of this has to do with our school's culture." He shrugs. "I'm just hoping to get a little lucky."

Or a lot lucky. Maybe multiple luckies in a row. Or at the same time. Really, he's not too picky, in case he hasn't made that clear.

"What would you have preferred we did?"

[eatsyourscience]

Souji shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck with one hand. "I couldn't come up with anything better, honestly." That's part of why he went along with it.

"You really think speed dating will help you get lucky?"

[goesdown]

"It can't hurt." Sound logic from a clearly sound teenager.

He shrugs it off and slouches back against the rough wall, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and lighter before gesturing to himself. "I mean... look at me."

[eatsyourscience]

Souji's looking at him and he looks ambivalent at best.

"Rrright." Maybe a rest area would have been better after all. "At least you've got no problems with self-esteem."

[manicuredangel]

Ezra stepped out during lunch to get some supplies for the onigiri his class is making and ends up taking a shortcut to get back to class. He notices he isn't alone first by the cloud of smoke before he actually sees the other boy. He makes a stern face and strides over to him. "You're going to get in trouble, you know."

[goesdown]

"Am I?" Crowley rolls his eyes. People are always telling him that, but all he ever gets is a slap on the wrist that he can easily ignore, so why care?

"Are you going to tell on me?"

[manicuredangel]

He sighs and shakes his head. "You know I won't. But honestly, it's only a matter of time before a teacher finds you out here."

[goesdown]

"What makes you think that?" He hasn't been caught in a while and he doesn't much care if he is caught again, anyway. What are they going to do?

[manicuredangel]

"If I can find you so easily, so can they."

He gives him a looooooong look before he snatches the cigarette and takes a puff himself. He hands it back as he slowly blows out a stream of smoke. "Thanks, dear."

[goesdown]

"I don't care much if they find me as long as they aren't filthy thieves."

He takes his own pull from it, but he doesn't seem particularly annoyed about sharing.

[johnnyblake]

[ It's only after the end of these exhibitions that Johnny really feels loose again. He doesn't mind putting on a show to get his class passing favor — that's only good business if he wants to keep his own passing favor — but every once in a while it feels good to get away and not give a fuck.

His usual place around back of the bike shed's being occupied by two boisterous lovers, so he opts instead to move into a different territory. No one's going to complain about him taking over the loading dock in the middle of the night, right? At least, not anyone he can't beat up or run from.

With half a pack of cigarettes and a generous amount of alcohol, he lets his legs dangle off the cement dock as he lays back and stares up at the sky. Yeah, this is the life. No living on the streets, no begging for change, no running drugs for half-dead losers. He could get used to this school stuff if it weren't for the schooling itself. ]

Party all night... [ This he breathes out fondly with a long puff of smoke, expecting he's alone with his thoughts and his vices. ]

this thread probably needs warnings on it for drug use and sexuality

[goesdown]

[ Crowley's also had his usual haunts compromised and he's given what he'd like to think is a good show, so he's riding high.

High is, of course, the operative word, because even though he'd given his joint to Johnny, he'd had more of a stash than that in his room and he's let himself loosen up a bit after showing off his bits for the school.

With a smile far looser than his usual predatory grin, he slinks up to the loading dock, coming to stand just in front of Johnny. ]

Can't have a party with just one person.

Re: this thread probably needs warnings on it for drug use and sexuality

[johnnyblake]

[ Pushing up on to his elbows, Johnny looks down himself at Crowley loitering. Of course, it's easy enough to tell who it is — his voice is unmistakable — but that doesn't mean it's expected. ]

You win? Nevermind, lemme live in suspense.

[ He doubts if those pieces of paper did a damn bit of good, all things considered. Were they even the same as the ones used at the pageant? Either way, Johnny's not too perturbed for what it got him. ]

Somethin' you need?

[goesdown]

Didn't stay for the results. Don't think the teachers were too happy with the show. Bit too cheeky.

[ He walks up to Johnny, hand coming to land on Johnny's thigh. ]

Not sure about needs, but there are a couple of wants that I have.

[johnnyblake]

[ The hand on his leg prompts Johnny to sit up all the way, shifting on the concrete under the other boy's touch. What's left of a cigarette bobs from his lips at he eyes Crowley. ]

You're mistakin' business for pleasure right now. Where's my smokes?

[ That was part of the deal, right? ]

[goesdown]

[ Crowley shakes his head. ]

You'll get your payment when we know that I've won.

[ He slides his hand up a few inches. Hadn't he said he cared more about getting laid than winning? ]