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

[cawky]

[He doesn't turn right away, but when he does, he's taken a bit by surprise to find Nill there in that bangin' dress and heels. Right. Prom. Fancy clothes.]

Sup.

[Focus Strider, the eyes are higher.]

You got dragged here too.

[culver]

[She gives a simple nod in response to his greeting. She isn't going to touch him to use her power if he doesn't make the first move. And his wandering eyes are safe, as she's too busy examining his white tux and giving another, approving nod at his attire. He cleaned up well.

And at the second statement... well, she shakes her head, smiling. She gestures to herself, and then points at Damian across the gym. He was probably brooding. She'd dragged him.]

[cawky]

[He's a big fan of this suit, it has sentimental value. But if he notices her appraisal, he isn't saying.

He follows her gesture and squints behind his sunglasses a bit until he realizes who she's gesturing at. He hadn't met Damien yet, but judging by his demeanor, he could discern what she was saying, for the most part.]

Sick, dragging a dude against his will to a party like this.

[culver]

[She frowns just a little at that. She had asked him, and he had said yes!! Nill hadn't forced him to go. Though, to be honest, she didn't think Damian would have said no to much that she asked him. So she isn't quite sure where to go from there, caught between being upset with herself and trying to assure herself that Davesprite was wrong.]

[cawky]

[...right. This girl isn't used to his brand of sarcasm. Oof. How to fix the damage without ruining his cool kid vibe...

He just kind of. Awkwardly offers his hand to her as an apology without actually looking at her.]

Wasn't being serious.

[culver]

[Well. Okay, that could work. She takes his hand oh-so-gently, really only barely touching him at all. She didn't want to make him more uncomfortable than he already was. But Nill can't help but smile, and look relieved. She doesn't user her power, just nods. I know.]

[cawky]

Kid looks like he could use the party. Maybe a bit of that punch.

[He doesn't pull his hand away, even forcing his elbow to relax a bit so he doesn't look quite so stiff. Even for all of his posturing, he's still just a nerd masking himself as a cool kid.]

[culver]

[Nill doesn't really know what "nerd" and "cool" mean anyway, and if she does have some vague understanding of the terms, they don't mean much to her. People were people in her eyes. But her mouth opens in what he might realize is a silent laugh, judging by the slight shake of her body. Yes, Damian probably could use a party. It was just getting him to enjoy it that was the trick.]

[cawky]

[He'll have to fix that one day.

The laugh kind of calms the awkward turtle swimming in the back of his head after his little slip up.]

Well, don't let me keep you from your date.

[culver]

[Nill actually rolls her eyes at that. Damian was... not much of a prom person. He came because she asked, and he probably felt as if she'd need protection from something. They would dance, and he would enjoy it in his own way--but he surely didn't want her hanging around him all evening. She knew that he knew other people here, and they would eventually find him and pull him into conversation. So why couldn't she do the same? No, she stays right there next to Davesprite, gently holding his hand, looking as if there was no other place in the world she'd rather be. Or maybe that was just how she looked all the time.]

[cawky]

[The eyeroll actually makes him scoff a bit, grinning in his peculiar and fleeting fashion before it disappears back to impassivity, resting his head back against the wall. He'd been keeping an eye on John for most of the night and, admitably, it was exhausting.

He felt a little silly about it, but there was just something off about that Vriska chick when he had talked to her.]

Not your type? That's cool.

[culver]

["Her type?" She had heard the phrase before, and had a vague understanding of what it meant. Even two years in the City couldn't take away the naivete that fourteen in the Underground had given her. She supposed that Damian was her type, if her type was taciturn, brooding, and detached. That was how Heine was, and she apparently liked being around people like that. So she just shrugs, and moves her eyes away from her date to glance around the rest of the students (and crashers) in attendance.

After a few seconds, however, she copies his movement, letting her eyes drift up to the ceiling. The decorations were pretty, and she found herself looking from one to the next, not out of boredom, but out of genuine interest. Nill could find pretty much anything interesting.]

[cawky]

[Dave takes a minute to adjust his bowtie and eventually turns to her, thumbing back over to the punch.]

Gonna hook myself up with some of that. You in?

[culver]

[She smiles at that. Dave seemed able to bounce back from just about anything. The blonde nods, and kind of grips his hand just a little, enough to remind him that it's there. Lead the way.]

[cawky]

[He stuffs his hand in his pocket and leads her as nonchalantly as possible. When he stops at the punch bowl, he scoops himself a cup first and puts it down before setting one up for her and offering it in a similar fashion.

Its only to make it look like he's doing something aside from watching John and Vriska, anyway.]

[culver]

[Gosh Dave how rude, using her as a cover. But Nill takes the cup without batting an eye, nodding her thanks. She isn't particularly worried about watching anyone, but she does let her gaze casually wander over the dance floor.]

[cawky]

[Dave is pretty rude. He pulls the cup to his lips and instantly pauses when something smells...off. There will be no drinking from this cup just yet. He glances at Nill to check to see if she's taken a sip yet, idly wondering if he should let it go for lulz or if he should make an active attempt to keep her from potential poisoning.]

...should go out there, instead of hanging out over here.

[culver]

[She has not, in fact, had any punch yet. At the suggestion, however, she nods. Yes, that would be nice. Even though she had gotten used to crowds during her time in the City, she could only deal with them for so long.]

[cawky]

I gotta hang out here for a little longer, though.

[He puts the cup down and glances sideways at her.]

So don't wait up or anything.

[culver]

[She can tell that something is up with him. But Nill isn't really one to pry, so she nods, setting her own cup down. She'll head outside and wait a little bit. If he doesn't show up later... well, she is only so patient.]

[cawky]

[Dave will never show up thanks to Vriska and her spiderbitch ways. Bummer.]