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the Prom Meme
*Post with your characters!
*Respond to other people:
-requesting dates
-demanding dates
-kidnapping for dates
-offering dress ideas
-after-dace activities/locations
-NO CHEAP MOTEL ROOMS
-SERIOUSLY, HALF OF YOU JERKS ARE FILTHY STINKING RICH
*Muns join in the added hideousness

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[Holy shit, boobs and legs, his poor teenage hormones.]

... Hey.

[She is taking advantage of them /sob]

Hey yourself. [She gestures to her dress.] Are you... attending?

[Can't. Stop. Staring. She doesn't really need to gesture to it. Though it might not be the dress he's looking at.]

Uh. Hopefully...? [Check him, looking all dapper (http://i28.photobucket.com/albums/c212/Sp4zTaRd/boltman.png) in his suit, matched with the not so smart addition of a scuffed up pair of Converse.]

[She doesn't follow his gaze because she's pretty sure she knows where it'll lead. Damn teenage boys. But she smiles at him, and then steps up to loop her arm with his.]

I will accompany you, then. [Gives him a slooooow up-and-down look, then a grin.] Classy.

[Okay, okay, fine, he'll take his gaze away for the purpose of actually looking where he's going, being all gentlemanly with the arm looping and a hand on hers.]

Heh, yeah, it's rented. [He has no money for nice suits. D:] ... You look really pretty.

Nothing wrong with that. Mine is from a second-hand store. [It cost ten dollars :D

She smiles a little, and squeezes his arm.]

Thank you. You're quite handsome yourself.

I do? Thanks. [Shuffleshuffle, though the awkward is soon replaced with some sort of confidence.]

So like, do you dance...?

[A grin flicks over her face, and she takes his hand in hers, leading him towards the dance floor.]

Of course I do. I have had a long while to learn, after all.

[Troy's not really used to being led around by girls, so he'll just go with it, trailing along until they find a space, and turning towards her, offering out a hand.]

I only know a waltz. That's cool, right?

[She takes his hand, and steps easily into position.]

Of course. Lead the way, Troy.

Right. Cool.

[It's clearly just a stroke of luck that a waltzy song is on the go. Or maybe it's his special influence or some crap. Either way, he's shifting his hands into position- up high and not around her waist, kthx- and leading into a steady waltz, glancing briefly down at his footing before getting the confidence up to look to her.]

[She follows like a good girl, though a little smile flicks over her lips when she feels his hands not on her waist. But he has a girlfriend, and she doesn't want to seem like that type of person.]

You're good at this.

[He doesn't even lower his hand for his girlfriend, not usually. It's Disney, he has to keep his hands to himself when he can. Well, not unless it's off screen, bb, unfunf.]

You too. Really good. I had to practice way too much. [See, he's gotta keep his gaze at her eyes, otherwise he'll start looking down at other aspects.]

[Oh, Disney. How we love you and your attempts at propriety.]

There is nothing wrong with practice, you know. [She returns the gaze straight-on, doing her best to help him out I guess. But in that dress it's kind of hard.]

I guess so. So long as you do good by the end of it.

[It's really, really hard to focus with that dress, and hey, his arm aches so maybe if he just lowers it slightly it'll be fine.]

So long as you are satisfied, you mean. [There she goes correcting him. Bad Scathach.

She cocks an eyebrow at the lowered hand, but says nothing.]

Uh, yeah, that too.

[He's not brilliant with words unless he's singing them. He is, however, good with actions, even if he's not to subtle with them. But he's totally being all smooth about having his hand at her waist as he leads her around the dance floor.]

[She keeps following, though doesn't stop the conversation.]

Have you practiced singing, much?

[Thankfully he's good enough at the waltz by now that he can talk and dance at the same time, even if he does very occasionally glance down to check ~~her legs~~ his footing is right.]

Eh, kinda. I sing still. I dunno about practicing it though.

[She pretends he's actually making sure he's leading correctly, because she's discreet.]

I would think that every time you sing for yourself, it would be considered practice.

[Because he is checking if he's leading correctly, duh. His eyes never stray. Shush.]

You think? I'm kinda being lazy about the control side of stuff though.

[Right, right. And she looks at him, raising an eyebrow.]

I could help you, perhaps.

Oh, yeah? You got experience with crazy singing?

[He's arching an eyebrow right back at her.]

[A grin, showing her fangs.]

No, but I have experience with other crazy things.

[Well hey, that's one way to get his attention.]

Y'know, you really shouldn't show a guy those when he's got no where to run.