From: ccimods	Date: February 10th, 2011 01:59 am (UTC)		(Link)
	9:00 - 10: 00 PM

Refreshments anyone?

	From: anastas	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:26 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Anastas/Sunny

Stas arrived on Sunny's doorstep with a vase of unique roses and a new bracelet for the holiday. They'd been dating a record four months and Stas felt the need to be extravagant for the romantic (and he felt somewhat bullshit) holiday.

"You look ravishing," he said as she answered the door. He leaned in for a kiss and passed the roses to her first. "Are you ready for a lovely evening?"

	From: soleada	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:37 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Anastas/Sunny

Sunny's eyes went wide at the roses and bracelet. "Aaaw, Stasi, you didn't have to," she said slipping the bracelet over her free wrist. "It's really gorgeous! And these roses!" she said accepting them with a little kiss. She turned and put the vase on her desk.

"I am ready," she said linking arms with him. She was pretty excited even if it was a silly holiday she didn't typically celebrate. This year could be different, it had been a record lasting relationship for both of them at this point. Sunny's exes had all been beaten into submission by a few weeks in.

	From: anastas	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:06 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Anastas/Sunny

"I wanted to." He debated for a few days about whether to give her the bracelet tonight or wait until Monday, but he figured fuck it. He'd be extravagant tonight and take her out to dinner Monday so he could leave her early at her dorm with a smile on her face. He had another lady to visit later in the evening on Valentine's Day and he didn't intend to tell her anything about that rendezvous.

He tucked her hand under his and pressed another kiss to her cheek. "I will be on my best behavior," he promised.

	From: soleada	Date: February 10th, 2011 05:42 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Anastas/Sunny

It was nice to not question his ulterior motives, even if it was wrongly so. She was content to let all the negativity slip for the night and even to ignore his obnoxiously red jacket. Sunny snuck another kiss and lead him to the dance.

She was surprised he was still taking her to these things, she knew he didn't like dancing at all. She wasn't about to argue, she loved dances and if she played her cards right she might squeeze a few dance out of him. Once they reached the dance she did a little spin. "Want to get the terrible, painful dancing out of the way first?" she grinned.

	From: learntofly	Date: February 10th, 2011 09:17 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Open

It took a lot of convincing to get Meka into a dress, it took even more convincing to get her out the door and to the dance. She had remembered how terrible the last dance had been but then again, her friends had saved it for her last time. After some debate she decided to give it another shot.

She had been doing a little dancing with her friends when she decided to take a break from that and grab a cup of punch. So far, so good. She was trying to fly under the radar and stay unseen... with this in mind, she wasn't entirely sure how Stas had convinced her that the red dress hanging in the back of her closet was a good idea.

	From: sim	Date: February 10th, 2011 01:19 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Sim

Sim had been regaling a crowd of freshmen about the monster hunt since he had first arrived, a few embellishments added in to make the story more exciting (mostly that Gael had been eaten which surprisingly, wasn't questioned).

He had excused himself to sniff the punch for suspicious substances and was in a very good mood. He was singing along to whatever song was playing and taking swigs of drink before he noticed Meka practically next to him.

"Oh!" His eyebrows shot up, one of his eyes bruised from running into a tree branch and he dithered on the spot wondering whether to just run.

"Hi" he settled on, turning back to the punch bowl.

	From: learntofly	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:42 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Sim

Son of a bitch. Why must I always frequent the punch when it's flocked by silly boy? "Oh yourself," she replied tartly. She downed her glass, contemplating if she should just bolt.

It took a second to compose herself and remember her good manners. "Hi," she said with a nicer tone. "You look... well... you look like shit," she admitted with a little laugh.

	From: sim	Date: February 10th, 2011 04:48 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Meka/Sim

Sim pressed a hand to his eye and grinned sheepishly. "Ran into a branch chasing a rotten horse" he explained. There was no point making it sound more impressive when you'd drunkenly humped the other person listening.

"You look nice" he said, slightly surprised. Meka actually wasn't as horrendus as his mind had led him to believe. She was pretty.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 10th, 2011 06:26 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Open

When she felt she was finally far enough away from Frankie, Tatum actually stopped running. She had a terrible stitch in her side, and slouched over a bit almost as soon as she stopped, gasping for breath. Between the crying and the running, she was sure anyone who saw her must have thought she had really gone mental or something.

She felt exhausted, smoking and getting worked up taking off like that didn't go together. She felt like her lungs were going to burst. She made her way over to the side of the building, hearing the dance going on inside, she leaned up to the wall, closing her eyes.

Her cheeks were still soaked with tears, and she probably had mascara running everywhere. Her dress, already nothing to be admired, had fallen again. She gave it a great yank up, and fumbled around until she had another cigarette out.

She lit it up with shaking hands, and leaned back more fully on the wall, beginning to cry again.

This was officially the worst night of her life to date.

From: princess93	Date: February 11th, 2011 02:54 am (UTC)		(Link)
Tatum/Amber

As usual, Amber appeared out of absolutely nowhere behind Tatum. "Ohmigod, sweetie. Why do you let them do this to you?" The dress, of course, was the 'this'. Not the part where everyone stomped all over her. She pulled Tatum into a big squishy hug before she could escape, patting her hair and purring.

"I AM HERE FOR YOU." Oh god, what the fuck is her hair made of? Straw? She hoped Ginger's grand plan of torturing Frankie involved holding Tatum down and emptying a bottle of conditioner onto her head.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 11th, 2011 11:55 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Tatum/Amber

Before Tatum even had enough sense to realize what was already going on, she was trapped. Her cigarette went rolling somewhere into the grass, and there were definitely boobs pressed way too close against the side of her face. She was almost sort of excited, until she realized it was Amber.

That was when she paled a little, eyes going wide. "U-Uh, thank you?" she managed in response, at a loss for words. What was the catch here? She was in no mood for this to happen right now, but.. what choice did she have? She wanted to wipe the tears off of her face, but her arms were pretty pinned.

Squirming out of the hug was easier said than done, it felt like a death-grip. "Can you uhm let me go though?"

From: princess93	Date: February 11th, 2011 12:07 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Re: Tatum/Amber

Amber held Tater in her iron boob trap for just a little longer, so that Ginger could move Frankie away. Then she released the poor girl, and offered her a look of sympathy. "I can't believe she was such a bitch to you! And in front of everybody. Well, not in front of everybody but everybody heard."

She sighed and fished an emergency tissue out of the neckline of her dress and started wiping Tatum's face, smudging her mascara around even more in the process. "It's just not right to treat a girl like this at Valentine's!" The dirtied tissue flew over her shoulder and she started arranging the other girl's hair, trying to make some sense of what was supposed to be going on under the headband.

"She should like, totally be playing Nintenbo or whatever with you right now."

	From: mylollipop	Date: February 10th, 2011 09:46 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ginger/Frankie (?)

Oh she'd seen Tatum take off in a tear, and Ginger couldn't help but smirk. She'd leave the teary-eyed girl for Amber to handle as she, herself, turned and a bee line for the other girl.

Frankie. By the time Ginger was done with her, she hoped the fucking bitch more than learned her lesson about calling people fat. And if she hadn't? Well Ginger didn't really expect herself to give up torturing the other girl after one go. What fun would that be? And besides, her BGF wasn't here to enjoy this with her. There would have to be repeats, just so he could join in.

"Aww," she said as she came up to Frankie, putting on her best sympathetic expression. "What's the matter? Are you alright? I saw your friend running away, and I just thought...maybe you'd like to...talk?"

	From: petitechou	Date: February 10th, 2011 10:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ginger/Frankie

Frankie was feeling a little lost. Really, she didn't know why she hadn't just gone back to her dorm but then Tatum might follow her for round two and quite frankly she was exhausted.

Watching the crowd it didn't take long to realise someone was actually heading in her direction and she sighed inwardly because it was Ginger. Not for the first time tonight she thought that Valentines was a curse.

"She's not a friend, she's my girlfriend. You already know that" she snapped, folding her arms and drawing herself up to her full height, which was still shorter than Ginger despite her heels.

	From: mylollipop	Date: February 11th, 2011 10:53 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ginger/Frankie

"Oh," she blinked a little, before looking over in the direction that Tatum had run. Well it wasn't like it was a secret that both the girls liked...girls, but Ginger didn't see a need to be so spite for about it. Gosh, weren't gay people supposed to be like...happy or something? And she liked them, most of the time! Hmph, showed what Frankie knew about things.

"Well," she said softly, looking down at her toes for a moment, "I don't mean to sound so...mean, but I thought you kinda like, you know, ended it. Cos that's what it looked like."

She tucked some strands of hair behind her ear before pulling her purse up and opening it. "You know, if you want to help take some edge off, I have some pills? Like I know you totally don't like me or something, but times like these totally call for some girl unity, you know?" She smiled as best she could, pulling out two little pills. "Come on, I'll do one with you?"

	From: petitechou	Date: February 13th, 2011 05:53 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Ginger/Frankie

Frankie stared at Ginger as if she had grown an extra head. Why was she talking to her if she wasn't going to gloat? Was she stupid enough to have forgotten their little fight?

"It's not ended" Frankie muttered distractedly, looking around for the red head before Ginger grabbed her attention again. She almost took one before remembering this was Ginger, and frowned. "No. I'm good."

The bitch was probably stupid enough to buy caffine tablets.

	From: imperfectly	Date: February 12th, 2011 04:48 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sera/Jenny

By a little after nine, Sera and Jenny had been dancing for almost an hour and were soon in need of a quick break. Sera had been worried about taking Jenny as her date, worried for Jenny mostly. She knew she wasn't ready to come out yet, and Sera understood that. Dancing worked though, they always danced together, nothing different going on here.

At the end of the next song, Sera grabbed Jenny by the hand, low to her side where no one could see. It wasn't like they had never held hands before but Sera felt more of a need to not be seen now. Like some how everyone would suddenly know if they saw them, no things were different now. "You wanna go get a drink or something?" Sera smiled, still holding Jenny's hands at her side.

	From: 867_5309	Date: February 13th, 2011 11:18 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Sera/Jenny

"You wanna go outside for a few minutes actually?" Jenny offered, giving Sera's hand a quick little squeeze before releasing it. Just wouldn't do to let it linger for too long; she had been running the same concerns and worries over in her head as Sera. Things didn't seem different, but they felt different, and Jenny wasn't sure if people were picking up or not.

It had been her resolution to be herself, to let herself stop worrying about being judged, but it was an easier-said-than-done sort of resolution. "I could use some air," she added, heading toward the doors and motioning Sera to come with her.

	From: imperfectly	Date: February 14th, 2011 01:16 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sera/Jenny

"Yeah I'd like that." Sera offered a smiled, leaning in just a little bit closer to Jenny's ear. The next song has started up and it was a little hard to hear. "I could use some air too." She was feeling a little warm from dancing, a drink could wait.

Sera followed Jenny towards the door, catching up she placed her hand gently on Jenny's back. She looked around, wondering if any eyes had followed them to the door. The coast seemed clear, Sera wrapped her arm around Jenny a little. She had a feeling the arm outside would be much colder than inside the sweaty dance hall.

	From: 867_5309	Date: February 14th, 2011 02:45 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sera/Jenny

Jenny turned slightly as Sera wrapped an arm around her, giving her a questioning sort of look. She wouldn't have expected that from her, not out in the open like that, but she wasn't about to argue. It wasn't like it was something they couldn't shrug off if somebody called them on it. Jenny was overly affectionate with most of her close female friends, and always sort of had been.

It wasn't like people could tell the turmoil between them.

She kept walking, leading Sera with her as they walked down into the grass. There were a few kids outside, and further away she could see some smoking by the edge of the woods. "You wanna go for a walk, or just.. hang out here?" she asked, looking at the brunette closely.

	From: jools	Date: February 19th, 2011 11:12 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Jools/Bobby (continued)

She held the cup carefully in her hands and sipped at it gratefully. She trusted Bobby enough to accept his opinion of the punch.

"I don't have a head for booze," she admitted, though it was more truthful that she didn't like to drink because she hated to lose control.

She leaned against the table and eyed the cookies. Picking one up she nibbled a corner and then tossed it in the garbage bin at the end of the table. "No cookie will ever compare to yours. You've ruined me for every other cookie on earth."

From: spiceitup	Date: February 19th, 2011 11:17 pm (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby (continued)

He hid behind his cup as he confessed, "I got drunk once. I ate strange things." It was at Sam's house and in the morning all the coasters in the house were gone; and Bobby felt very, very full.

His eyes followed the discarded cookie a little mournfully. A perfectly good cookie gone to waste! "I will make you lots then. All the flavors. Even new ones."

	From: jools	Date: February 19th, 2011 11:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)
	Jools/Bobby

She giggled graciously about that. "Maybe when I'm older," she commented. "I'm not very interested in it just now."

She noticed his distress at her throwing the cookie away and felt a little bad about it. "Sorry about the cookie-cide." She offered him a little poke on the arm. "You'd event cookies for me?"

From: spiceitup	Date: February 20th, 2011 12:04 am (UTC)		(Link)
Jools/Bobby

"I would," he insisted. "Would you eat them?" He was already formulating ideas, and dismissing them just as quickly. One was coming to the forefront rather demandingly however.

Jools smelled nice, like the roses in his mom's garden. Rosewater sugar cookies couldn't be an awful disaster, could they? He stared off into space for a little while, deep in thought.