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.

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REFRESHMENTS
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[batmantled]

[ Never let it be said that chaperone duty doesn't come with a few perks of its own. Dick has the run of this end of the snack table, and for now he's pretty content to chill by the sidelines, working on a second cupcake and eying the kids from a fairly safe, hopefully unobtrusive distance. How far away high school seems now. ]

[foreverbouncing]

[Charlie popped up suddenly next to Dick, in her purple flapper dress, a grin on face.]

So are you a copper tonight? Gonna throw us in the clink if we misbehave?

[batmantled]

I think that's the plan, yeah. [ Aww, Charlie, how can he not smile at that. ]

But I know you're not planning on misbehaving so I should feel pretty free to relax and enjoy the evening, right?

[foreverbouncing]

Mm...maaaaaaaybe. I wouldn't want you to get too complacent.

I'll think about behaving though.

[batmantled]

I'm sure I can't be the guy you want to leave with. Which is definitely an outcome that could be arranged if the situation should happen to call for it. [ It's said with good humor, though. ]

Cupcakes are going fast, by the way.

[foreverbouncing]

First...dude! Ew! Say that some other way, please!

Second, gimme.

[She leaned past him to swipe a cupcake.]

[batmantled]

[ He hadn't quite meant it to come off the way she's taking it, so he rolls his eyes while his cheeks heat up, taking a step back to allow for better cupcake access. ] The ones on the end have the cream inside. I think they're hidden in the back for a reason.

[foreverbouncing]

Oooh.

[She turns back a moment later with two cream filled cupcakes. Because that much sugar in Charlie is such a good idea.]

So you bring a lady friend, copper?

[batmantled]

I'm here with Donna. [ He's eying those cupcakes and grinning. ]

And I don't know that she'd let you get away with two.

[foreverbouncing]

Reaaaaaally now. [Charlie looks suitably suspicious at that. And then she grins.]

Well it's a good thing she's not here at the moment, isn't it?

[And then a cupcake vanishes in about four bites.]

[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.

[foreverbouncing]

Exactly. Plus it's just cupcakes. And you can't catch me anyway, I'm way too awesome.

[Charlie might have mellowed (a little tiny bit) over the last two years, but that boasting thing was still around when she was in a good mood. Or a really awful one. Either or.]

[titaness]

_{( Donna will be hanging around for most of the night, but as it begins she has to give him a coy smile. )}

How're we doing, handsome?

[batmantled]

I'm sure Saturday night can't get much better than a highschool prom with free punch.

[ yep he's loving it. and Donna gets a quick kiss on the forehead, just because. ]

Thanks for coming.

[titaness]

_{( She giggles at that, and does a spin just for the effect it creates, rippling through her dress. )}

Hey, I wouldn't miss it. It's not every day I get to relive high school experiences. Or live them the first time.

[batmantled]

That's a lot ground to cover. [ He steps back far enough to admire the spin appropriately. ]

How about at midnight I'll spill punch on your dress and then we can break up on the dance floor. While Ain't No Sunshine plays over the intercom.

[titaness]

I'll slap you across the face and storm off, all dramatic.

[batmantled]

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