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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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[She feels it, and is willing to spare him the embarrassment. She nods and breaks the dance-pose, leading him away from the floor by the hand.]

[Okay, he can deal with being led around, even if he's feeling moderately childish while trailing after her.]

Do you play instruments too?

[She senses that he's put-out, too, and pulls him up next to her. Jeeze Scathach, stop creeping on his emotions.]

Almost every one.

[Well at least her emotion creeping is keeping him happy! He needs to feel like A MAN rather than the constant sense he's still an ickle boy beneath all the male, teen bravado.]

Seriously? How do you even-- oh right, had time to learn them, right? I can like do a few shreds on the guitar and hammer out some beats on the drums, but I'm not like crazy brilliant at them or anything. Plus ukuleles, bongos, table decks and kinda a bit of keyboard.

[She'll try to make him feel manly!]

You play the ukulele? That's a rare talent.

Dude, it's seriously easy to learn basic chords to. You can pretty much play an entire song with like, three chords and a good thumb to finger strum style. I don't play it great or anything. I'm not a super musician or whatever, I just like to play around with rhythms and notes and stuff sometimes.

[He may not be a musician, but he sure can talk for hours on music, as she may be able to tell by his pointless rambling already starting up. At least they're near drinks now and he can be shut up with liquid.]

[She nods in understanding.]

There is nothing wrong with that. Sometimes, that is how musicians make their best music.

Y'think? I guess so. I'm not really any good at writing stuff though. I'm not so good with words or whatever.

[As if that wasn't clear already.]

[She laughs lightly, resting her hand on the punch table as she tilts her head at him.]

I never would have guessed. You've certainly charmed me with words.

[For a second there, he actually turns slightly red around the ears, which at thankfully mostly covered.]

Oh, c'mon, words had nothing to do with it. It's my good looks and nice tux that did that.

[Baw, that's adorable (: she can sense it in your emotions, Troy.]

Well, those too. But first and foremost, your words.

[A mildly awkward laugh soon finds it's way to his lips as he distracts himself with serving up some punch, for her first and him second.]

Okay sure. Whatever you say. Here... [The drink is offered up.]

[She takes the punch, and takes a small sip.]

Thank you very much, Troy.

Yeah, you're welcome.

[He's eyeing up his own cup o' punch.] ... Y'think it's spiked?

[Shrug.]

I neither smell nor taste alcohol in it.

Okay, good. I'm not really into that stuff.

[But he'll take her word for it and take a large gulp. Dancing makes him thirsty. Plus it distracts him for a little while.]

[She looks amused, but takes a sip as well. She glances down at her dress, making sure she hasn't spilled anything on it; after all, then she'd have to take it off and nobody wants that, right? Right.

Glance at him.]

You are interesting, Troy.

[Once he can excuse his drinking no more, he's mirror her gaze down her dress just to help with checking for anything spilled on it and nothing more. Obviously.]

... Oh yeah? Is that good or bad?

[She throws him a bone and pretends not to notice he's looking. She feels what you feel, buddy ):]

I believe that is for you to decide.

I can't even decide stuff for myself. It's why I had my girlfriend around. Women decide better.

[At least he understands his place on this earth.]

[She has to agree with that, and nods.]

This is true. Perhaps it is because we read into emotions better. [She gives an amused smile at her own joke, and chuckles lowly.]

Heh, yeah, maybe. You chicks are meant to run the shop anyways, from what my girl tells me.

[He grins broadly, because yeeeees he's aware he's completely pussy whipped.]

[A light laugh.] I am beginning to like your girl more and more as you speak of her. She sounds sensible.

[A small smile and a modest shrug.]

Sure she is. She's the one with the brains. Total genius.

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