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

[radiantly]

[She gives him a puzzled look. What is he up to........]

Are you... asking me to dance?

[hellionated]

[ Crap that is not what he meant.

Now what. ]

No, I was just...making conversation, Professor. Cause the dancing part is the whole point of this, right?

[ Which definitely explains why he's here by the punch and not dancing. Yep. ]

[radiantly]

Dancing is more for the students. [Awkwardly:] Besides, Pietro doesn't want to dance.

[hellionated]

[ He'll just be seizing on that subject now. ]

What? Come on, it's prom. What else is he here for?

[radiantly]

[To make sure Angelica doesn't get drunk.......]

Chaperoning duty, of course. The wet blanket, that he is.

[hellionated]

[ She should have some of this punch I mean what ]

Yeah, that sounds boring. No offense. It’s not like we even need watching. What’s the worst we’re gonna do?

[radiantly]

I don't know. Spike the punch?

[That would liven things up at least.]

[hellionated]

[ This smile might be slightly too innocent, but whatever. He has a job to do here. ]

You know we'd never be that immature, Professor.

[radiantly]

I'm not that naive, Julian. I was a teenager just a few short years ago.

[hellionated]

[ uh… ]

Then did they spike it at your senior prom?

[radiantly]

Probably. I was kind of busy that night.

[hellionated]

[ Blinks. Damn it, now he's distracted. This was supposed to work the opposite way. ]

What, so you didn't go? To senior prom. You have to be kidding.

[radiantly]

I had superheroing to do. Saving the world was kind of my priority.

[hellionated]

Boring. And anyways, nothing needs saving tonight.

[radiantly]

Yet.

[hellionated]

[ Just gently side-stepping behind her. ]

Come on. Don’t you trust us?

[radiantly]

Not even a little.

[hellionated]

Harsh.

[radiantly]

Just doing my job.