Dresden Academy

Winter Social - Friday, December 9th (open to all)

dresdenmod

12/4/11 02:28 am

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.

Tags: !eventastic, adelaide legaux, arnaud powell, bernadine ford, carly travers, cinna thompson, faculty, hawthorne nikitin, kazamir de kooning, luka nikitin, riley bloodfeather, steven suzuki, veronica cantrell

• Leave a comment

• kazamir

  12/14/11 05:09 am (UTC)

  

  "Think?" he repeated. "Don't be thilly profethor Oliv-yay, you know who you are!" he said followed by an unnecessary chorus of laughter.
  
  "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.

  • Reply
  • Parent
  • Thread

  • actingup

    12/14/11 05:17 am (UTC)

    

    Oh this is good. She giggled at Kaz's antics. "Oh you're such a good student," she teased mercilessly, cupping his cheek with her hand. "But you really ought not to be drinking in front of your professor."

    • Reply
    • Parent
    • Thread

    • kazamir

      12/14/11 05:20 am (UTC)

      

      He fell silent as she held his face. He didn't hear what else she was saying, all he could do was stare at her. "You know," he spoke up after a long bout of awkward silence (though it wasn't long for him). "You are the owner of thome killer legth," he said with a wide smile as he nodded at his own remark. "Oh yeah, baby," he added.

      • Reply
      • Parent
      • Thread

      • actingup

        12/14/11 05:23 am (UTC)

        

        She couldn't decide how long she could play this game with him before she got bored of it or before he got a little handsy. Though honestly, she could do worse than Kazamir (hadn't she already?).
        
        "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."

        • Reply
        • Parent
        • Thread

        • kazamir

          12/14/11 05:30 am (UTC)

          

          Knees weak and mouth open, Kazamir felt the space in his trousers tug near his waist. "Erm, uh well yeah I... yeah?" He let out a breathy laugh, "your ath, sorry butt er bottom er whatev ith the nice way to thay... wow, yo I am fucked up," he said while he began to sway.

          • Reply
          • Parent
          • Thread

          • actingup

            12/14/11 05:35 am (UTC)

            

            "Oh my darling," she whispered, really enjoying herself now. "I'm afraid you won't remember any of our encounter in the morning." Then she smiled. "But then, if that's the case, I can tell you how I really feel. Maybe even..." She looked away, bit her lip convincingly. "... Act on my feelings."

            • Reply
            • Parent
            • Thread

            • kazamir

              12/14/11 05:39 am (UTC)

              

              Kazamir wanted to fall to his knees and thank the stars but instead he just shook his head vigorously at her. "Yeah, I think that that s'good to do thometime to act cuz ya can't juss ya know live like knowin' stuff... y'know, right?"

              • Reply
              • Parent
              • Thread

              • actingup

                12/14/11 05:48 am (UTC)

                

                She grinned, if only because Kazamir was buying it wholesale. "Why don't we wander off to my classroom?" she suggested salaciously. "We could... Sit... Talk... Maybe do more."

                • Reply
                • Parent
                • Thread

                • kazamir

                  12/14/11 05:53 am (UTC)

                  

                  He chuckled nervously as he hung on her every word. "Yeah, you prolly could teach me alotta stuff," his eyes becoming slits as he smiled. "I can be your pet," he whispered to her in a lame attempt to be sexy.

                  • Reply
                  • Parent
                  • Thread

                  • actingup

                    12/14/11 05:57 am (UTC)

                    

                    She grabbed a hold of his hand and started dragging him away from the dance. "Of course you can be my pet, darling. You already are." She grinned at him. "You just didn't know it yet."

                    • Reply
                    • Parent
                    • Thread

                    • kazamir

                      12/14/11 06:01 am (UTC)

                      

                      His smile didn't fade as she dragged him through the dance hall. He flashed his smiling face at everyone who looked at them; he wanted to make sure everyone saw him leaving with her. Professor Olivier was the only woman that he ever considered sleeping with but never thought it would actually happen... and so easily. This was a dream.
                      
                      "I am her pet," he kept repeating to anyone that was in earshot.

                      • Reply
                      • Parent
                      • Thread