The Honorary Ball, Part II

[Lawric]

Lawric laughed. "Hey, hey, not the shoes," he scolded her. "And don't try to be angry at me, it's not intimidating. If anything, it's just cute." he winked.

"Anyway," he slipped away from Van and Jaime. "I better work on finding a partner for that ceremony, since mine left me hanging," he glanced at Jaime slyly, smirking a little and moving away quickly before she had a chance to swat him or something.

"So yeah," he turned and moved away from the two Opps girls, glancing around, keeping his eye out for someone in particular. He caught her, still standing at the edge of the dance floor, where they'd been when Van pulled him away. The sight of her there alone made him feel a bit guilty. He'd been away from her for a while, and she waited? Wow. He hurried through the people between them quickly.

"Jun," he said as he approached. "Sorry about that. It was -- ehh -- just silly drama." He cleared his throat. "I didn't mean to leave you here by yourself so long... " he trailed off, looking away. After a few moments, he spoke again.

"So," he laughed. "Jaime's decided to ditch me for some hot guy she found," he rolled his eyes. "And now I have no date." He looked back at Jun. "Know of any lady who might put up with me for the candle lighting ceremony?"

[Lex]

Brooke let out a howl when she fell clumsily, attracting the attention of everyone around them. She was way too drunk and disoriented to even guess at what was going on, and before she knew it Deo was on top of the lower half of her body, both of them sprawled out on the marble ballroom floor.

She giggled madly.

"What are you DOOOING??" She planted her hands on the floor behind her and propped herself up, grinning stupidly. "Well aren't youuu quick! Most guys wait until we're in private!" Her words were followed by another round of incessant giggles. She suddenly launched herself into him, throwing her arms around him and smearing her lipstick on his suit.

"Let's go upstairs! My dorm has a mini barrr~"

[jaimelewis]

Cute... Jaime wanted to frown. Then he started to go off to look for another partner. She had no doubt he would be going to Jun. Maybe she was stupid for creating chances for them.

She turned away from his white-suited figure weaving through the dancefloor, a slight commotion to their left catching her attention.

"Deo?" She stared at the familiar person sprawled on top of a girl in an expensive looking dress. "Wow is that some radical dance move he just learnt?"

[Diego Stanton]

"Jaime!" Deo's face lit up, despite the situation he was in. He launched himself up to his feet and enveloped Jaime in a crushing huggle to prevent her from escaping. "save me!" he whispered before letting go.

Deo looked down at Brooke, who still had her arms around his legs.

"Oh uh... sorry this is my date, Jaime. So yeah.. don't mess." Deo said.

[ST]

A figure clothed in a very fine white suit moved through the crowd, slipping between and around people with grace. He wore a disarming expression, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He moved with purpose, his direction deliberate.

Jaime being pulled aside and distracted by Deo's situation with Brooke had left little Van relatively alone for a moment. Springing on the moment of opportunity, he came up beside her and touched her shoulder lightly, meeting her gaze. "Ms. Yanagi?"

"Could I steal you away from your friends for a dance?" he asked, smiling politely and awaiting her response.

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In case anyone is wondering, this is his model:
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Kazuya Kamenashi. *swoon*

[junkuroki]

Jun stood around rather forlornly at the edge of the dancefloor, retreating a little more to get out of the way of the dancing couples. It had been a while since Lawric left with Vanesse, and she had a mind to go back to the Trinity tables; she had seen the whole kitty scene and was more and more suspicious that the kitty was really Perish. But she was afraid Lawric would think it was rude of her to just leave, he did ask her to wait...sort of.

When she finally saw him weaving through the couples towards her, she smiled radiantly, moving towards him so he didn't have to walk so far.

"Oh it's nothing. Is everything fine?" She asked, peering in concern at his face, itching to ask what had happened but deciding against it.

"Hot guy?" She grinned. "Which hot guy is that? Has to be really charming to catch her eye." Her grin faded into a shy smile. "If you don't mind...there's a girl right in front of you who would be honoured to go." She glanced up at him fleetingly before looking down at her shoes shyly.

[Lex]

Brooke wasn't even hearing most of what Deo said, clinging helplessly around his legs and looking completely and utterly ridiculous. Sometimes wealth breeds class, and sometimes it just breeds people who never really mature. Brooke would be a prime example of the latter situation.

"Oh uh... sorry this is my date, Jaime. So yeah.. don't mess."

"DATE?!" Brooke's voice instantaneously went from a happy drawl to a shrill screech. "What do you--"

And before she could go any further with her sentence, her shoulders shook violently and her head thrust forward. A horrible coughing and gagging noise escaped her throat, followed by a flood of pink-tinged liquid down on Deo's shoes. She coughed, her shoulders shaking as even more spewed out of her. She let out a pitiful moan and leaned against his leg, careless of the spreading pool of her own vomit.

[jaimelewis]

"What the hey???" Jaime let out a loud yelp when Deo suddenly grabbed her into a painful huggle. She tried to wriggle away but he hung on tightly, whispering save me before letting go. She rearranged her dress which had shifted during the violent hug.

The girl was still attached to Deo's leg as he "explained" that Jaime was his date. She started to grasp slightly the situation.

"Yeah I' his--"

A faint gagging sound from the girl followed by a gush of liquid splashed onto Deo's shoe, some of it dripping on Jaime's shoes as well.

"Ewwww!" She said trying to wipe her shoes on the floor. "I know you're jealous of us but this is no way to show it! Oh My Hyne do you have any idea how you stink! Stinky poo!" She scrunched her nose at the girl, a total expression of disgust painting her face.

[Diego Stanton]

Deo's face turned a ghastly shade of green. When he saw pink, bubbly liquid splash all over his shoes, he gagged, trying not to throw up himself. Thank Hyne he had stood up in time or that could have been his face she spewed all over.

"STINKY POO!" Jaime criticized.

"UGHH! GEROFF ME!" Deo kicked out from drunken girl's grasp so hard that his shoe flew off of his foot and went soaring through the air, spraying pink barf everywhere. Deo stared at his shoe in horror.


BONKSCHPLAT!!!!!

Deo's shoe hit a guy in an all-white suit straight in the chest.

"... IT WAS HER!" Deo yelled, accusing Brooke.

[Lawric]

Lawric smiled, somewhat relieved. "Is there?" He smirked, moving closer and taking hold of one of her hands down at her side. "Well, I'm a lucky guy then. She's rather pretty, this girl in front of me."

He laughed and bent down, planting a quick and soft kiss on her cheek. "In all seriousness, thank you, Jun," he said, pulling back and looking down at her.

"So umm," he frowned a bit and cast a glance around. "Your date is still MIA? What is the fool up to?"

[junkuroki]

Jun wondered how it was that every little action he made would send her heart fluttering. Even if it was just holding her hand. Or that soft kiss on her cheek that would've been chaste compared to their earlier ones but still that didn't mean she wasn't flustered by it, althought it was a pleasant kind of flustered.

At the mention of Zacke she lifted her head, looking around the dancefloor and at the Trinity tables; there was no sight of him.

"Zacke was just being my chaperone of sorts. He only asked me to the ball so I wouldn't be dateless." She smiled up at him. "I think his suit got roughed up pretty bad just now, some kitty attacked him out of nowhere. Maybe he went to change."

[Reese]

Reese frowned deeply, grabbed Perish by the scruff of her neck, and threw her over his shoulder quickly and carelessly. Fucking cat. He forced the frown away and stared up at Stella when she approached.

Perish slammed into the pillar behind them with a tiny yelp and fell to the ground soundlessly.

He glanced from Stella to Stardust as she spoke, but he wasn't really paying full attention to the words being said. Instead, he was concentrating on bringing Perish back into his mind.

/AHHH WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!!/

You almost got me caught, you ratty little bitch.

/THAT GUY WITH STUPID EYELINER LIKE YOURS KICKED ME AND I COULDN'T BREATHE!!/

Good! Maybe I'll summon you and let him kick you again.

Perish squealed something indignant sounding back at him, but she lost his attention when Stella asked Stardust for a dance. Well, not only did Stella ask for a dance, but she threw in a cute little nickname along with it. Reese looked at Stardust, fully expecting her to be annoyed.

"What... did you just call me?" Stardust frowned.

Yep. It annoyed her. Stella went on to explain her nickname with a grin. Reese couldn't tell whether she was trying to be friendly or just trying to get on Stardust's nerves. It didn't really matter though, because no matter how she spun her story, she probably wasn't going to get away with a joke like that. Furthermore, he seriously doubted Stardust was going to dance with this chick.

He smirked. This girl must not know Stardust very well. That, or she thinks it's amusing to annoy her.

"Actually," he interjected. "Cat problem taken care of. And I was just about to take Stardust out for a whirl, so," he cocked his head and eyed Stella for a moment, before coming to his feet.

"Come on," he said, taking one of Stardust's hands and pulling her out of her chair, not even bothering to ask. "You're going to dance with me before the night is over, you look so cute in your little pantsuit, it's ridiculous," he smirked and turned, starting to lead her out to the dance floor. Maybe it was the the natural high left in the wake of her laughter. Maybe he was just finally fed up with hovering in her vicinity all night. Whatever it was, Reese was tired of sitting around being her 'friend.'

"I dressed up in this nice suit just for you, you know," he said over his shoulder. "So don't be a brat," he teased. "I think you can spare me a dance."

He looked away, hauling her along and hoping she wouldn't pull away and shoot him down yet again.

[Stella]

Stella watched the two of them go with a little smirk. For a moment there she had really been expecting Stardust to throw her second round house kick of the night. But at least whatever his name was came to her rescue. The two of them almost looked cute together. Not a word she ever would have associated with Stardust.

Turning she started to head back to the tables when Stella stopped suddenly clapping a hand over her mouth. Through the dancers she spotted Brooke lying in a puddle of her own vomit the people near by splashed with the pink stuff as well. Girls that couldn't hold their drink were so incredibly unattractive.

Well that just made the night about a hundred times better. To think this had been the chick that made her feel about two feet tall earlier on in the night. Champaign diamonds indeed.

With a confident grin she strode over to Rayden and sunk down into the chair next to him. Crossing her legs she scooted right up next to him. Leaning over she turned his attention towards Brooke.

"Just think that could have been you instead of Deo" she whispered to him with a naughty little grin, "good thing you found me instead"

[raydensharpola]

Rayden trailed Stella's moving figure and opened his mouth in surprise when she stopped in front of Stardust and her date. Now he became very interested about what they were talking about, regretting that he didn't have super-hearing . Maybe he would just ask her later.

A little scuffle broke out in the middle of the dancefloor between Deo and...was that Brooke? In the midst of their pulling and tugging Deo's shoe flew off from his feet and landed in an unknown guy's chest. Rayden placed a hand on his mouth trying not to burst out in laughter, but eventually a few deep-throated chuckles escaped him, even when Stella had returned to the table and moved next to him.

"Just think that could have been you instead of Deo" she whispered to him with a naughty little grin, "good thing you found me instead"

"Ohhh?" Rayden raised an amused eyebrow. "I guess you saved me then. What do you want as compensation?" He asked, reaching over and grasping her hand lightly.

[ST]

The man in white flinched and closed his eyes instinctively as the vomit-coated shoe fell down onto his shoulder and then knocked away to the ground. His brow creased. It smelled absolutely horrible.

"... IT WAS HER!"

His gaze switched to the girl Deo was accusing. She lay on the floor next to a puddle of what was presumably her own puke, eyes full of tears and looking generally pathetic and helpless.

"Hmph," He turned to Van, his eyes apologetic. "I guess you won't want a dance now." he murmured. He smiled in an almost sad way, before turning away moving toward Brooke. He knelt down before her.

"Hey, girlie," he leaned toward her, cocking his head and staring until she met his gaze. "You seriously need some help, don't you? Come on," he raised to his feet again and extended his hand down to her. She took it dazedly. He hoisted her to her feet and pulled a handkerchief from his breastpocket with his free hand, dropping it into her other hand.

"Let's just sit down, okay?" he spoke softly and kindly, ushering her over to one of the vacant chairs at the Trinity table and helping her lower herself into it without falling. She sprawled her arms out across the table and laid her head down almost immediately, obviously too sick and drunk to even sit up. He sighed softly through his nose and shook his head a bit. He brought a hand up and scratched his cheek.

"Guess I'll get some water and bread, maybe... " he mumbled.

He turned and turned in the direction of the bar, flashing Van an apologetic smile as he passed.