A Night in West Egg

[professorlionface]

WHO: EVERYBODY OF ALL AGES
WHERE: The Xavier Institute
WHEN: The night of June 16th, all night!
WARNINGS: Who can really tell anymore? Probable language. Possible violence. Copious dancing.
SUMMARY: PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM PROM
FORMAT: OPEN

The guests into an auditorium transformed. Through the magic of papier mache, the room has been decked out like a speakeasy, the refreshments laid out on a very makeshift bar that will not stock alcohol as long as they can prevent it. The whole room is cast with a cool blue light, and a jazz band's been hired to take the stage for an hour before leaving the rest of the evening to the DJ.

It was time to get this party started.

quick-links!
DANCE FLOOR
REFRESHMENTS
SIDELINES
OUTSIDE

Comments

[titaness]

Oh, well thank-- _{( And she cuts herself off as she accepts that dance. If ever there was a time to behave embarrassingly like a teenager, right? )}

I didn't realize you were a man of so many talents.

[glowsferatu]

Well, it's inadvisable to keep such an expert from his field.

[ it's something she's doing. luckily she isn't thinking about it enough to be embarrassed by it. ]

[dupable]

Okay now shake your foot a little.

[ This is incredibly stupid. ]

[dupable]

Oh, I don't know. I've never named it before.

[dupable]

[ Saying John knows how to dance is being very generous, but there's no reason to tell her that right now. ]

I'm pretty sure this one is almost over.

[ Looking intently at the dance floor for a few moments and sure enough the music seems to be slowing down to an end. ]

[glowsferatu]

[ she pulls her back up smoothly enough, a little excited about hot having ruined the maneuver ]

I should hope this evening progresses just as pleasantly.

[batmantled]

I'll go cry in the bathroom and text you eighteen times.

[batmantled]

[ he raises his eyebrows at that, then shakes his head. ]

I guess if I don't see it I can't take action based on hearsay.

[batmantled]

Cause every girl dreams of carting home a wasted deadbeat on prom night. [ oh whoops did he say that out loud? ]

So you're graduating, right Jessica?

[fabricates]

If you didn't want me to hear it, then you shouldn't have said it at all. It's as simple as that.

As for why, I don't know, you tell me. You're the expert on me, right?

[webline]

Or something. [ LET'S NOT MAKE THIS WEIRD BY BRINGING UP HER PETER MEMORIES ]

Heh. Jazz dance. I mean, there's one at home, you know, but it's just like -- you know who -- not anything else. [ and she refuses to see it since they didn't get a penny from it ]

[webline]

[ uh ]

I... guess? I mean, if we go to fancy places, would I still have to dress up? [ SHE DOESN'T WANT TO ]

[webline]

I wouldn't mind it being smaller, but balls aren't my thing to begin with. Same with proms.

There never as interesting as the ones in the movies.

[glowsferatu]

[ it's such an obvious bait, but she's so easily baited ]

Because you can't bear the thought of being spoken about without full knowledge of what's being said.

[webline]

I probably will. Though less talk, more begging, honestly.

[glowsferatu]

[ she sways slightly, giving her glass a meaningful glance ]

I believe I've...lost count.

It isn't entiiiirely unpleasant, though the aftertaste is odd.

[symmachy]

[She laughs.]

If you find such a song, I'll be happy to help.

[fabricates]

[This is the stupidest thing she's ever done. John quit showing her how to do the hokey pokey, it's stupid. She's definitely not going to wiggle her foot around that's embarrassing.

She stares at him, one brow arching.]

I'm getting this distinct feeling that you're the only one who dances like this, John. And there's a good reason why.

They didn't dance like this your human movie.

[She's giving you a chance to re-enact a scene from Con Air, for the love of god John take it.]

[xuffasch]

Not really. But no one bothers with it, anymore.

[xuffasch]

_{( He points at Nill, across the way. )}

[fabricates]

[It's what makes them such a beautiful trainwreck.]

Nah, I think I'm fine with not knowing. And anyway, I'm sure I could figure out what you meant on my own. So wasting time asking you is really just that - wasting my time.

[klutziness]

[Her eyes pop wide and she grins at him.]

I'm not gonna complain.

[unetrustworthy]

Except I am not from this time.

Papa taught me just before he grew too weak to leave his bed. Even though we were not among those able to attend formal events, I still liked to learn.

[bests]

It is. It's nice to see them all be kids for a night.

[xuffasch]

And you still enjoy it?