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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.
Carly/Open
And by tramp she was mostly thinking Cinnamyn and Abernathy.
She wore her favorite paisley halter maxi-dress, the one that made her look about 10 inches taller than she actually was. She had a bit of socializing to do before she enacted plan Destroy the Skanks and plastered on a winning smile as she made the rounds.
Re: Carly/Kazamir
Kazamir never tried to hide his complete infatuation with professor Pilar Olivier (and her killer legs). No one tended to give much attention to Kaz so most probably wouldn't know about his
littlestalker-crush. Tonight he was sitting in his room pounding J.D. and beating it to a picture he snagged of her a year back when he realized the photograph wasn't enough anymore. He threw on a suit and hightailed it down to the dreaded (as are all) school function. Now he wandered around searching for Professor Olivier without any luck.Kazamir fell into a chair and stole a swig from one of his flasks, almost given up, when he spotted her (or so he thought). Ejecting himself from his seat as quick as he had sat down, Kaz charged at Carly Travers like it was the last thing he was every going to do. The moment he got close to her he gazed into her eyes and gawked at her beauty. "Good evenin' profethor," he blurted out, "need a danthe partner?" he asked with a dramatic wink of the eye.
"Exactly who do you think I am?" she asked, placing her hands on his shoulders and swinging him toward the dance floor.
"Your dreth is... WOW!" he said as he reached into his pocket to grab the flask in his coat pocket. He took a swig and almost offered it to her before giggling and putting the cap back on. "You can't drink cuz you aren't old enough lil lady," he said still giggling but now at his lame joke.
"You know I really shouldn't say anything, given that you're my student," she purred in his ear. "But I think you've got the nicest ass I've ever seen on a junior boy."
"I am her pet," he kept repeating to anyone that was in earshot.