Valentine's Day Dance Entrance

[Sidra Cotton]

A coldness settled in the pit of Sidra's stomach as she watched the Librarian and the cow dance. She couldn't admit that the pregnant woman was good, not even grudgingly. All she saw was an obstacle. A mountain of an obstacle with the woman. Somehow, some way, she'd kept Eli from spotting her. There was no question in the goth's mind that he would have seen her if it hadn't been for preggo.

The DJ didn't have any of the songs she'd requested and more or less told her to go bother someone else, he was busy with real music. As if he knew what real music was. The mundane. Nothing was turning out at all the way she'd pictured it and thus her control over the night had vanished.

Every minute detail she'd spent the past few weeks obsessing over when it came to her dress--for nothing.

Her carefully selected request list of songs--for nothing.

He was dancing with it and hadn't even bothered to look in her direction. It was unacceptable, and in no way was she supposed to let it affect her. She was above the whole lovey-dovey-crush crap. Or so she'd told herself for years. Now was not the time to go changing that. What, though, was the best course of action?

Sidra's eyes scanned the people around her, the cold anger evident and giving her a deeper look of general loathing than she usually had. They were all beneath her, none of them worthy. Yet there had to be someone. Someone she could yank onto the dance floor who would follow her lead and not read too much into it. Someone...

AH! There. Stalking over, Sidra tugged the unwitting nameless student onto the floor and lead him in a dance to which he couldn't really follow. Her patience was as thin as mist and she snarled once too many times before he cowered away, pleading a headache, and left the dance entirely. She, however, would not yield. There were plenty of songs that didn't require a partner, and she was better without them anyway. If only she had glow sticks.

[Eli Morrison]

"Mii, I don't lie." That, in and of itself, was a whopper. He was as inclined to tell lies as anyone else, and actually enjoyed doing it sometimes, particularly when Vincent was around. He could tell the boy any number of fantastical things, and he would believe it. He would always believe it. He never even seemed to begrudge Eli the lie afterwards.

Honestly, if Vincent had less of a proclivity towards sexual harassment, he would probably be one of Eli's best friends. As it was, he almost counted the boy as a friend already.

Not that he was going to tell Vincent that. Or Mii.

"Well, it depends on how you define the term escort. I am not a prostitute. However, if you refer to someone acting as a companion but really there for protection, then yes, I kind of am. I am your escort to protect you from anyone trying to steal Tory. Or, you know, badgers." Eli grinned. It wasn't often he made jokes like that, but he really would defend Mii from badgers, if it came to that.

After the song ended, he asked, "How about some punch? We can ask someone to check and be sure it isn't spiked. Yet." With Eli a teetotaler and Mii pregnant, neither wanted to drink anything that wasn't soda and juice. On their way over to the punch bowl, a faster song came on, and Eli was jostled to the side, accidentally stepping on the hem of a student's dress. It was white, and wide, and looked far too complicated to be worthwhile, but he blushed anyway. "I'm sorry Sidra, that was an accident." Then he offered his arm to Mii again, so they could go get something to drink.

[jinkyung]

Now he felt even worse. She was attempting to get out of this place as swiftly as possible, perhaps for reasons that he didn't completely understand, but maybe it was all because of him. What a mistake it had been to come here... if he hadn't come, he wouldn't have run into the petite girl, wouldn't have made her night more maddening, and wouldn't have drawn stares from others around them, which were surely to turn into rumors of some sort within a few days. "Oh gosh, girl, I really did not mean to upset you. Here, take my hand, if you can make it out, I'll lift you back up and get you somewhere with far less people, particularly clumsy people like me."

He needed to make it up to her in any way, shape, or form that he could, so he would skip all the dancing and the showing off he was planning on, and instead play the chivalrous role that he was brought up with, one of the only things he would actually admit to using from his father's instruction. It would perhaps finally come in handy now, where he could aid the girl in her hour of need.

Jin stuck out his hand in front of her, near her face, close enough for her to hopefully make it out, yet far enough away for her to focus on it and realize it was a solid object. He knew very little about this girl, other than what she could do, or at least knew the name of her ability, although the entire concept was a bit unnerving and complicated for him to totally take in. He also knew that she was painfully shy and quite the introvert. Sure, he was usually one to keep to himself as well, but it wasn't because he was shy, rather it was because he wanted to stay out of everyone's business, having no interest in it, and suggested that they do the same to him.

But now for more important matters. "Hold onto my hand and I'll lead you out of this crowded place."

[Mia Keystone]

Jonah should wear suits all the time, pretty much. He wasn’t the sort of all american good looking Reeve was, but... And no more scotch until after the dance, because you, Keystone, are being very very stupid/ Mia was working hard to concentrate on talking to Ginny and Reeve, making sure her words didn’t get mixed up. She caught her lady friend’s eyes and widened her own for a moment in a what a hilarious completely non awkward situation, and yes this is sarcasm look then poked her tongue out at Jonah’s comment.

”None for you then,” she retorted, not that that was a problem. Like Jonah would ever drink. She suspected Reeve would, a bit... Ginny? Maybe. She sort of doubted the Campbell girl would want to risk drinking at an underage dance at the school her dad(s) worked at. More for her then! With a glance around to make sure the numerous staff were otherwise occupied the terrorizing technopath gave a very, very wicked grin. ”We’ve got cameras up,” she nodded, her eyes flicking at the walls Reeve had visited, ”and I’ve planted a few audios around people I think might provide some exciting conversation,” her hand touched the ear piece, and she blinked as she quickly sorted through the conversations she was picking up. ”Nothing so far. But, if something does pop up?” Mia’s grin twisted, became crooked, a little ugly, ”depending on who of course, we’ll all get to enjoy it.”

With a pointed look at Jonah, the short girl raised her eyebrows. ”See, King? I totally share. And if what I’m guessing will happen, happens? It’ll be better then booze.”

Jonah would get it texted, of course. Like Mia would leave him out. Still... Mia nudged Reeve and then reached over and grabbed Jonah and Ginny’s wrists. Sure, Jonah had hidden his hands in his pockets but like that would be enough to stop a determined Mia. ”Now. Dance. Come oooooooooon.”

The music was.... random, and she was pretty sure it was in german and about death (oh she could guess who suggested that heavy shit) but while Mia was a little tone deaf and more then a little ungraceful, the tiny girl had a way of dancing that always drew a few stares. It was like martial arts, but softer and smaller, and less likely to break bones. It was also the sort of dancing that required a small radius of space, unless someone knew how to work around her. So she dragged her friends to a spot, cleared a space with a look, and making sure she kept her focus on Reeve, her ‘date’. Could he dance? They’d find out.