Theresa, Kitty and Dawn
The girls were excited and giggling, they'd been getting ready for the dance all day. Doing each other's hair, fawning over each others dresses, and just joking around. Dawn finished pinning up Kitty's auburn hair and smiled.
"Perfect," she said. Kitty grinned.
"Now you Are you psyched about Clark coming?" she asked.
"Totally. I haven't seen him in over a month, he's been so busy. I just hope he hasn't forgotten me for Lana," she said, frowning.
"Relax, girl," Kitty said, "The guy freaking gave you a neckl;ace that says 'beloved,' I don't think he'd cheat on you." Dawn blushed.
"I guess you're right. You excited about Lance coming tonight?" Now it was Kitty's turn to blush.
"Yeah. Haven't seen him in a while either. How 'bout you Trace?" Kitty looked at the girl. She had felt so bad for Theresa for so long, because the pretty Irish girl had been watching everyone else hook up. But now Theresa had a date with Jamie.
"I'm giddy," she said.
Rogue and Mia
Rogue tried not to be jealous of the other girls. They got to wear all these incredible clothes without a worry, and she had to make sure all the important party were covered up. You know, hands, legs, arms, stomach, etc. She pulled on her new, long gloves and sighed. One day she would go out in public in a bikini!
"Tina, you look gorgeous," Mia giggled. "What do you think of me? This is about the only design Sebastian's ever done that was actually tasteful."
Tina
Tina giggled. "What, don't you wanna dress like a snowdrop?" She twirled around in the dress her mother's dressmaker had made for her. SHe didn't look overweight at all in that dress, which made her feelk so better. Tina was usually so self-conscious.
"Michael's coming tonight, right?" she asked Mia.
Mia
"Yep," Mia replied. "And so is Lily."
Soon the girls were all ready and they headed downstairs to the ballroom. A lot of effort had been put into decorating it.
Dawn, Clark, Scott, Jean, Orlando and Dru
Clark beamed when he saw how beautiful Dawn looked tonight. "This is for you," he said, slipping the corsage onto her wrist. "God I've missed you," he said, enveloping her in his arms.
"I've missed you too, Baby," Dawn said as she stretched up to kiss him.
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Scott was amazingly content as he looked at his wife pigging out at the buffet. He took the plate from her hand and set it down.
"Chaperones or not, we are going to dance," he declared, as he spun her slowly on the dance floor.
"Mmm," she sighed contentedly as she leaned into him, "I almost forgot what a good dancer you were."
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Orlando watched Demetria enter the room and was awe-struck. He held out his hadn
"May I have this dance, miss?" he asked, bowing slightly.
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Drusilla laughed as Sabre spun her around. She left his arm for a moment and waltzed over to Spike and Vortigern.
"Oh, my William, may I have one dance? For old times sake?"
The Mavericks, Logan, Nyx and Jono
Spike looked at Vortigern, and the boy just smiled. "Go ahead, Spike." Spike nodded and swept Drusilla onto the floor, black coat swirling around their ankles as he waltzed with her. Vortigern crossed his arms and watched his lover dance with a woman who had had a hold on him for over a hundred years.
"Very Byronic poet," Mordred drawled as he appeared at his brother's side. Vortigern shrugged. He was wearing smooth tan suede trousers, brown riding boots and an elegantly ruffled white blouse.
"So? It suits me."
"Point." They watched the dancefloor. Mordred was dressed all in black as per usual, but he had cleaned up his Docs.
~*~*~*~
Demetria smiled at Orlando, then smoothed down the skirt of her icy blue empress waisted dress. Its silky folds whispered around her ankles. "Of course." They made their way onto the dance floor. "I remember just how much I loathe dresses," she said wryly as she started to dance.
~*~*~*~
Octavian watched his twin head onto the dancefloor and sighed. He wished there was something he could to to fix whatever this was...he shrugged his shoulders fluidly. He couldn't force it. Mordred had made him come, and he really wasn't in the mood. A dark sapphire silk dress shirt highlighted his gold blond hair and eyes and the black pants made his legs seem to go on forever. He was wearing his usual black dress boots, shined to a high polish. He wondered idly where Jack was.
~*~*~*~
Jonothon sat in a corner and steadfastedly looked over everyone's heads. He hadn't wanted to come, and now he was going to make no efforts at looking like he enjoyed it. He was wearing his usual, having made no effort at all to dress up.
~*~*~*~
Nyx and Logan swayed together on the dancefloor. Nyx was wearing black velvets, leather and silks with an occasional splash of red. Her hair was braided in a million thin plaits and silver bells chimed softly against each other as her hair moved. She was sporting a black collar with the hanji for 'cat' picked out in diamonds and the collar was edged with silver threads.
"Why the collar?" Logan asked her teasingly. She raised an eyebrow.
"You know what it says on the inside?"
"What?"
"Property of the wolverine." A pleased smile spread across his face and he hugged her closer, hands moving to encirle her waist.
Rogue
Rogue noticed Jono and sat down next to him.
"Hey," she said.
Dances always made her feel awkward. A little too much physical contact going on than she liked.
Jono
'Ello. Jonothon glanced at her.
Rogue and Mia
Rogue gave him a faint smile and watched her schoolmates dance. She fiddled with the fingers of her gloves. She hated wearing the things.
Meanwhile, Mia was happily dancing away with Michael.
Gwen
Gwen entered wearing a white corset and a dark red long skirt. Her shoes clacked along as she moved across the floor towards Mordred. She slipped her arm through his and grinned at him.
"Evening gorgeous."
Mordred
"Hello, my love." Mordred smiled and tilted her head up with a finger of his free hand so he could greet her properly. "You look beautiful tonight." He kissed her again. "Would you like a dance, milday?" The gallantry in his words sounded out of style with his tight black leather pants, Docs, the dull gleam of silver in his eyebrow, ears and tongue and tight black top, shoulders covered by his black leather jacket.
Jono
Jonothon turned back to watching the crowd again, hating himself and imagining painful bloody death for all the dancers out tsold on him for over a hundred yearhere. Damn them. And damn Xavier to hell for making him come. 'Ow many ways do ya reckon we could kill 'em? He said suddenly, in the telepathic version of a whispered aside. Just to 'ave something to natter about wheil they dance.
Rogue
Rogue grinned.
"Well, let me see... we could do the usual get-yourself-a-gun-and-go-on-a-shooting-spree routine. Or we could make a bomb."
Jono
Oh, a postal type of chit...nice. Jonothon leant back in his chair. Poison. Arsenic on the cakes. Or strychnine in the sugar.
Rogue
"You like subtlety huh?" Rogue asked. "Lemme see... we could douse the place in kerosene and light it."
She started giggling.
"That reminds me of a Christmas Carol parody:
Fill the school with kerosene
Fa la la la la la la la la
Light a match and watch it gleam
Fa la la la la la la la la
Watch the school burn down to ashes
Fa la la la la la la la la la
Aren't you glad you played with matches?
Fa la la la la la la la la."
Gwen
Gwen kissed Mordred's cheek. "Of course."
She took Mordred's hand and led him onto the dance floor, then wrapped her arms around his neck.
Mordred
They danced together slowly, Mordred just revelling in her closeness. And then he started to sing along with the words of the song that was playing on the stereosystem, crooning into her ear.
"She's blood, flesh and bone
No tucks or silicone
She's touch, smell, sight, taste and sound
But somehow I can't believe
That anything should happen
I know where I belong
And nothing's gonna happen
'Cause she's so high
High above me, she's so lovely
She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
She's so high, high above me
First class and fancy free
She's high society
She's got the best of everything
What could a guy like me ever really offer?
She's perfect as she can be, why should I even bother?
'Cause she's so high
High above me, she's so lovely
She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
She's so high, high above me
She calls to speak to me
I freeze immediately
'Cause what she says sounds so unreal
'Cause somehow I can't believe
That anything should happen
I know where I belong
And nothing's gonna happen
'Cause she's so high
High above me, she's so lovely
She's so high, like Cleopatra, Joan of Arc or Aphrodite
She's so high, high above me..." he sang to her, breath just tickling
her hair, locking out the world.
OOC: 'She's so high', by Tal Bachman
Gwen
Gwen lifted her head from Mordred's shoulder and kissed him gently, tightening her arms around his neck, then pulling away and resting back on his shoulder.
"I love you," she whispered.
Mordred
"Love you too, Gwen my darling...with all my heart." Mordred closed his eyes as they swayed together gently.
Gwen and Bobby
After a few songs, Bobby approached Gwen and Mordred.
"May I cut in?" he asked.
Gwen smiled cheekily. "You wanna dance with me or Mordred?"
"You, of course."
Gwen smiled and kissed Mordred. "Is that alright with you?"
Mordred
"I think I feel rejected, Bobby..." Mordred grinned slightly. "Have a good time, love." He kissed her cheek and relenquished her to Bobby.
Gwen and Bobby
Bobby saluted Mordred and took Gwen's hand. He put his arms on her waist.
"You have a good guy there, you know?" he said.
"Oh I know... he's too good."
"Not for you."
"Aw, thank you."
And they danced on.
Mordred, Nyx and Logan
Nyx drew Mordred out onto the dancefloor, Logan having decided enough was enough and he needed to check the perimeter anyway. "So, how's ya been darling boy?"
"Alright, Nyx." They danced. "Yourself?"
"Pleasently sore."
"Ok, I really did not need to hear that." Nyx giggled in wicked delight.
Jono and Nyx
Yeah, fire's always a good way to make an impression, innit? And I've been told I 'ave the subtlety of a well thrown brick. Jonothon scratched the back of his head. Nyx bounced up to him. He eyed her warily. What do you want?
"A song."
No. Now, bugger orf.
"That's not nice. But by the end of the night, you will be playing your guitar for all the nice children."
Don't see anyone of that description 'ere.
"Just a warning, sweetie." Nyx swayed off again.
Great. Just...bleeding fantastic.
Rogue
"You play?" she asked. "Cool. I never learnt to play anything."
A malicious grin crossed her face.
"You know what song you should play? Delilah. Y'know, the song about the guy who kills his ex-lover?"
Jono
Jonothon looked at her in horror. No bleeding way am I playing effing Tom bloody Jones! No. You are a twisted piece of work, you are.
Rogue
"Oh is that who sings it?" Rogue asked. "I didn't know. So, I'm twisted, am I? You should see what happens when people touch my skin."
Nyx and Jono
You know what happened to my girlfriend back in England when my powers manifested? I put 'er in a wheelchair for the rest of her sodding life. His fist curled inwards, nails cutting into his palm. At least you look normal.
"Sweetie, come sing now." Nyx pulled him out of his chair, handing him his guitar. He went willingly, wanting to get away from Rogue. "Ok, this is Jono. I'm sure not many of you actually know him due to his habit of brooding in his attic room, but he's gonna play for us tonight." She covered the mike and looked at him. "Nothing too depressing, please?"
He just looked at her, and she sighed then left the stage. He moved the mike as he settled himself in the chair on the stage. He tuned the strings and then fingered them for a moment. What to play? Rightio. Everybody hear me? A chorus of amazement greeted his telepathic greeting into their minds. Ok, this is something I wrote myself... He riffled the chords artfully and then settled into singing.
Do you know the way
You look at me
Sends me far away?
I see the pity in your eyes
I can't stand them shining eyes
Don't cry for me
Don't cry for me
Just set me free
Let me die
Let the angels take me
Let the life desert me
I know the way to find
My sweet release
Why won't you all just let me rest in peace?
I know the way you see me
Deep inside I hear you
Whispers in my mind
A whisper of darkness in my mind
Don't know how to find my peace
Don't know how to leave my life
I found this body don't want to die
But that ain't what's in my mind
I'm trapped in life
Chained down and hurting
Don't you pity me
That hurts worse
Salt in the wounds
And I can't still your tears
Just leave me be
And let me die.
Bloody hell, but he was good, he thought to himself as he sent a challenging glare Nyx's way. She just regarded him thoughtfully and bent to whisper something in Xavier's ear. The other students looked at him stunned, and he raised an eyebrow in a sardonic arch. Any requests?
Rogue
Rogue left the hall after Jono's song. She was feeling frustrated and miserable. Sure, Jono had some pretty bad problems caused by his power. But so did she. And so did many others here.
What was looking normal going to do her? No one could touch her. Damn, how much she would love to, if only for a day, give up her power. The things she would do!
She sighed. What was the point in this wishful thinking? She returned to her room, changed, curled up under the covers and read her book. The fuzzles joined her. She couldn't go home, and she couldn't face that party any longer.
Dru
Drusilla giggled as she waltzed with her childe. "Oh William, my pet, I forget sometimes, how much I adore dancing with you." Her eyes closed for a moment, and then opened. "Oh, don't step on the crocodiles!" she warned. Spike knew exactly how to react. He swept her sideways so as to avoid Dru's imaginary pet crocodiles that she'd had for the past few decades. He chuckled at a memory: Drusilla attempting to feed real monkeys to imaginary crocodiles was not something he'd forget any time soon.
Orlando
Orlando kissed her hand and spun her around. "But you look absolutely amazing!" he said, unable to take his eyes off of her.
Jack
Jack looked at Octavian. He didn't want to break the news to him, but he had to. Oh well, he'd wait 'til tomorrow, and not spoil the evening for Tav.
"Hey lad, fancy a dance?" Jack asked.
Octavian
"Sure, Jack," Octavian smiled and headed out onto the dancefloor with the pirate. "So, how have you been?"
Demetria
"I still feel like an idiot. I hate dresses, they always get tangled around my ankles." Demetria stumbled on purpose, and clung onto Orlando, laughing. "See? Clumsy."
Chelsea and Jono
"Super Tramp?" Chelsea requested from her place at Nathan's side.
I can do that...ok. Breakfast in America, kinda appropriate. Jonothon bent his head over his guitar again.
Take a look at my girlfriend
She's the only one I got
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot
Take a jumbo cross the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I m hoping it s going to come true
But there s not a lot I can do
Could we have kippers for breakfast
Mummy dear, Mummy dear
They got to have em in Texas
Cos everyone s a millionaire
I m a winner, I m a sinner
Do you want my autograph
I m a loser what a joker
I m playing my jokes upon you
While there s nothing better to do
Don t you look at my girlfriend
She s the only one I got
Not much of a girlfriend
Never seem to get a lot
Take a jumbo cross the water
Like to see America
See the girls in California
I m hoping it s going to come true
But there s not a lot I can do...
Orlando
Orlando laughed. "You think you feel clumsy? I'll never quite get used to the feel of walking on land," he admitted. "Anyways, let's dance."
Demetria
"Quiate, darling boy," Demetria said, laughing still. They started to dance together.
Jono and Nyx
Can I stop now? Jonothon asked Nyx almost plaintively. I 'ate bein' in the spotlight. She shook her head, and Jonothon shrugged. Right, do you have a song you want?
"Something dark and bitter. Something that sounds like crying."
I can do that. Jonothon flexed his fingers and then riffed into the song.
She says it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat
She's always woried about things like that
She says it's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault
And she only sleeps when its raining
And she screams and her voice is straining
And she says baby
It's 3am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
She says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it
She's got a little bit of something, God it's better than nothing
And in her color protrait world she believes that she's got it all
She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to
And she only sleeps when its raining
And she screams, and her voice is straining
And she says baby
It's 3am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
She says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it
She believes that life is made up of all that you're used to
And the clock on the wall has been stuck at 3 for days, and days
She thinks that happiness is the mat that sits on her doorway
But outside it's stopped raining
And she says baby
It's 3am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes
She says the rain's gonna wash away I believe it...