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The events committee pulled off a rather impressive decorating scheme given their limited budget this year. Old silver and blue candles lit every alcove, sparkled above students heads as the floated around the ceiling. A spell created snow that fell among the candles and dissipated just as it reached the shoulders of the students partying below.
Recycled ribbons and streamers in a wintery palette draped on the walls, off the back of chairs and the small stage that graced the far end of the ballroom. Tables were draped with cloths in various shades of icy blue, some silver, some pristine white (at least until the students managed to spill their beverages).
Music hummed in the corner as a local cover band warmed up their instruments. The usual spot for photographs was set up just inside the doors. Professors wandered around the periphery, making sure the students were on their best behavior, though as these things usually ended up, the students were a lot better at misbehaving than their professors were at stopping them.
Recycled ribbons and streamers in a wintery palette draped on the walls, off the back of chairs and the small stage that graced the far end of the ballroom. Tables were draped with cloths in various shades of icy blue, some silver, some pristine white (at least until the students managed to spill their beverages).
Music hummed in the corner as a local cover band warmed up their instruments. The usual spot for photographs was set up just inside the doors. Professors wandered around the periphery, making sure the students were on their best behavior, though as these things usually ended up, the students were a lot better at misbehaving than their professors were at stopping them.
He laughed with her, but he decided he wasn't as amused. He let go of her waist and took a step back. "Want some punch?"
Luka/Hawthorne
It was when he turned left that he ran headfirst into his cousin.
"Bro," Thorn said cheerfully. "Is it kosher to bring more than one date to a dance?"
"Well fuck bro, so long as I get Abby sauced it's like a guarantee."
Luka turned back to Thorn, his face couldn't twist much further to exhibit any more disgust. "You actually slept with that mutant?"
Thorn blushed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I dated that mutant," he replied in a manner of defending her.
"Please tell me she's not one of your dates."
"Nah. I didn't bring any dates. Sort of played it low key."
"Though I see you're in proper attire, so I imagine you're trying to get on the good side of Cinna Thompson."
Thorn laughed. "I can't help it if the ladies love me."
"Well at least one of us will get laid."
"I don't know," Luka replied. "You're certainly not helping."
Thorn turned his head and scanned the crowd. "Looks like she got cornered by one of my ladies."
That's when Luka decided he had to know, even if he never wanted to know. "So the rumors going round?"
"Oh fuck. Yeah, dude. We never got to talk at Spanksgiving." He peered around and lowered her voice. "If I'm being honest, I kind of think Cinna's using me to get to Abby and I'm not going to lie, I don't mind at all."
The sound of disgust that Luka made was entirely priceless, enough to make a freshman spill their cup of punch and start gagging.
Hawthorne's sexcapades may have just set off a chain of vomiting.
"I think we did a bad," he said and grabbed his cousin by the collar to drag him away from the scene of the crime.
"Fuck shit stack!" Thorn hollered over the various sounds of stomach heaving. "I can't get in trouble for this man; they'll kick me out for sure and I just fucking got it sorted out enough to stay next semester."
"Then you'll shut your fucking mouth and pretend you have no idea how it started. Go find one of your girlfriends to pester."
Thorn fumed at Luka, but he had a point. The less he said to anyone in a position of authority the better. He sauntered off to find someone to flirt with.
Adelaide/Cinna
Cinna grabbed at one of the cups. "Ooh, thanks! I was gonna start elbowing people out of the way, but this works too!"
Addy just stared at her. "Is that a wedding dress?" She was carting around enough fabric to clothe five or six other students.
"No, duh! Peach weddings are so twenty-five years ago. It's all like teal or fuchsia or some crap now. Not that I've been thinking about getting married or anything. It was in Vogue. Or maybe Harper's." She adjusted the bodice fussily.
Cinna chose to ignore the sarcasm. Just because Addy was fashion-challenged didn't mean she couldn't share facts. "Have you seen Abby yet?"
This caused Addy to roll her eyes. Why ask her of all people? "Isn't she passed out on your bedroom floor?"
"If she was, then I'd know where she is!" Cinna finished her stolen drink and passed the empty cup off to a passing sophomore. "I saw Thorny talking to Luka. She can't be far away."
Addy/Cinna/Carly
Cinna just rolled her eyes. Adelaide and Abernathy were way too old to still be acting as if the other had cooties. "She can do a little bit better than your sloppy seconds," slipped out in an uncharacteristically bitchy tone. She regretted it as soon as it was out of her mouth, but Carly tended to bring out the worst in her.
Addy wrinkled her nose and debated backing out of the conversation and not particularly caring if it was graceful or not. She didn't want to know who had gotten in where or how.
Cinna completely ignored Adelaide's disappearance from the conversation, focused more on glaring down Carly. She hadn't even DONE anything to the horrible bitch. "Maybe you'll get a second glance after he's been through every last other girl on earth," she offered consolingly.
Then the sound of someone retching behind her caught her attention and she stepped momentarily to the side ensuring that Braeden was properly aimed at Cinnamyn's dress. She used a little flick of her wand to knock him a step forward and grinned as he emptied his very full stomach.
"Or maybe it won't matter how much your sparkle," she commented with a huge and evil smirk.