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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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Such things...would boost morale, yes?

Dull the senses to reality, more like. You'd agree if you saw the excesses we used to practice ... the excesses that many of my people still do practice, huddled up in their city.

[DRINKS.]

An escape, then...

[s-sipgkl;.,..]

Such things never happened in my world.

No banquets or balls? No dances or feasts?

Nothing of this scale. I do not remember such a thing if it happened. [thoughtful pause.] Perhaps there were some, ceremonies for the Members Elite, but. The world I come from keeps everything very orderly and subdued.

Have you never danced, then?

[blink..]

I...do not believe I have, no.

[OFFERS MORE PUNCH.]

It's been years, but I was a dab hand at it once. I think I recall the waltz, at least.

[buT MY HEAD FEELS FUZZyoh okay fine..]

'Dab hand'? That...is a good thing, correct?

It's a term that references proficiency at a particular skill. Likely I picked it up from dwarves.

Ah, I. I understand. [aheM.] 'Waltz'...that is what is being. Done here, now?

[puts a hand on Blue's back to steady his frail friend.]

Mmhm. Would you like to try it?

[blink.]

I...Am not very certain.

Enjoying the punch is fine, too.

Ah--

I am...equally uncertain about that.

[eyes him] Let me bring you some water. [he does this.]

[can't protest too busy with fuzzy headvibegjkfs.]

Hmm. Maybe the punch wasn't the best idea. Do you need to be escorted out, Blue?

I. I'm sorry. I've never...[oh woops psychic glassbreaking.] I should leave-

[NOTE TO SELF: NEVER GIVE THIS MAN ALCOHOL AGAIN.]

It's all right, Blue.

[ ... ...

picks him up and carries him outside.]

[asfj just clutches head and tries not to break anything else.]

I'm sorry-

[sets him down on a bench in the park that I have decided is nearby whatever venue this is allegedly taking place at; puts a hand on his shoulder.]

It's all right. It's my fault.

[slumps forward with his hands over his eyes and forehead.] No-

This never happened. Before.

You've never had alcohol before, have you?

Nn. None like that...