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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Comments

[incywincyhero]

Mm, I wouldn't know. [Sip.] I was never much of a promgoer myself, not after the whole "triple date/Sandman" fiasco. Did I ever tell you about that?

[webline]

[ ok looking up from her book fully now ]

What'd you do?

[incywincyhero]

[He looks around to make sure no one's listening, then leans in with a conspiratorial expression:] Well, it wasn't all my doing -- in fact, a lot of it wasn't -- but I kinda ended up with three girls thinking I was their date to prom. But then I missed it because I accidentally turned Sandman into Sand-Monster and had to fix it.

[webline]

Oh my god, Parker luck.

[ hand over her mouth though because dude this is hilarious. she's grinning a little from between her fingers ]

So who asked?

[incywincyhero]

[Grinning back:] Well, first I wasn't planning to go, but Liz Allan asked me, which thrilled Flash Thompson to no end. But then I mentioned I'd decided to go after all to Betty, who misunderstood and thought I was asking her. Meanwhile Aunt May being Aunt May, she went to talk to Anna Watson and they set me up with MJ without asking either of us -- this was before we'd actually met.

[webline]

Liz Allan asked you? [ SQUINTING. LMFAO DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING ]

Your life sounds like it should be a movie, honestly. Glad it wasn't mine. [ pe...ter... ]

[incywincyhero]

Heh, yeah. For the first fifteen years of my life she wouldn't give me the time of day, but then I got my powers and she was all over me. I guess I must've come off as more confident, or something.

[Siiiip.] Supposedly it was three movies, but the locals keep apologizing to me about the third one. Something about a jazz dance -- I don't really wanna know, to be honest.

[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 ]

[incywincyhero]

Wait, what? When you say "one at home," you mean --

[webline]

Yeah. They made one about him. I mean, this was way before he -- uh -- you know.... [ died. ] and it featured my dearest daddy.

[ wow now this conversation is getting bitter. ]

[incywincyhero]

[He reaches out to squeeze her shoulder.] It figures. And let me guess, the grand total of royalties paid was nada.

[webline]

Well, who're they going to pay it to if they don't know who you are, right?

[incywincyhero]

Bet they didn't lose much sleep over that part, though. [Beat.] I can't decide if I'd prefer if it flopped or blew away the box office.

[webline]

It blew away the box office. Highest grossing movie ever, apparently.

[incywincyhero]

Oh, my god. That's just -- [strangely elated rage] -- Parker luck.

[webline]

Yep. [ shrugs her shoulders ] I haven't heard about it for a while, but there might be a sequel in the works. I don't know.

[incywincyhero]

It just goes to show. [Spreaing his arms wide.] There are entire other universes out there -- yours, this place -- where I'm a blockbuster star, and I never get one red cent for it.

[webline]

Pfff. I'm sure there are universe where the Parker luck doesn't exist either.

[ she waves a hand ]

You have my pity, Peter.

[incywincyhero]

Now that I refuse to believe.

[He rolls his eyes.]

I'm touched, honestly.

[webline]

I say it because I care. I thought that was obvious.

[incywincyhero]

Yeah, I can see your heart overflowing with compassion for your fellow man from all the way over here. [He balls up his napkin and throws it at her.]

[webline]

[ woops catching the napkin ball and flicking it back at him ]

Empathy senses, Peter?

[incywincyhero]

[Pff, like he's not going to flick it right back.]

No, my bullhockey sense is tingling.

[webline]

[ aaand throwing it back ]

Now you're imagining things.

[incywincyhero]

No, but I did forget what we were talking about. [He drains his punch and considerately stuffs the napkin in to sop up the last dregs before throwing it at her head.]