Reaches out and drags Falcon and dogsbody back behind the bar. <bad cajun> Didn’t you hear Balance? Balance notice all de ladies! Laissez les bon temps roulez!</bad cajun>
Hmmm…getting crowded back here…<shoves liquor out of the way, women are way more important> There’s no need for these silly one boy/one girl hangups–y’all can even lure (or kidnap) another guy back here. Maybe invite Anthracite. And Hama–we’ve got a fully-stocked bar here, we can find her something better than pudding pops, I’m sure. Nobody needs to get left out here! We’ll show those snobs at the prom; they’ll be crying because they didn’t get invited to the “outcast” party!
No need to be uncomfortable among friends, ssskuggiii. Loosen up, have some fun.
<Has the feeling he’s in over his head…and loves it>
Gee Swiddles, I will never be able to watch an episode of “Daria” again - without thinking of you.
I am NothingMan, the school con artist. I skip more classes than I attend, yet I get great grades. All the teachers love me because I am so nice and polite and funny. While I am running errands for them I slip into the bathroom to smoke a Red and deal some weed to both slackers and preps. I move easily among the many social classes because I don’t really fit into any of them. Most people like me, hardly anyone really knows me. I know who is on what, who is doing who and where the party is .
I am the information broker. Who does Suzie go out with? I’ll tell you. Tomorrow’s Geometry homework? Have that too, for a price. Is the rumor about Ms. Smith true? I know. Hell, I probably started it. I am the boy who set up the numbers racket and the card games. Remember the mini roulette wheel at lunch? That was mine also. Just because I work at the Italian American Club doesn’t mean I have mob ties. I just like money. These new DKNY glasses do look slick, don’t they?
I am Libertarian, the Advanced Placement English teacher, who thinks Dr. J. Evans Pritchart is a mind-thief and scoundrel, who makes you learn and use words like “unctuous”, who challenges you to think for yourself, and who teaches by the Socratic method. I am the one who gave you an “A” because your idea was bold and original, even though your grammar and composition needed work. I am the teacher whose lessons you recall when you’re out in the world having to think on your feet. And I am the one who remembers you, not as part of a class, but as an individual, years later upon our chance encounter at the local cafe.
Well, i’m TroubleAgain, another literature/languages/drama geek. I’ve been in the running with my best friend for either valedictorian or salutatorian since GPA’s started to matter. I’m not popular. I don’t have the right clothes. I’m skinny, have hair I can’t do a thing with, I have glasses and braces and I’m too damned smart for my own good. I have friends, but they are pretty much like me, too. I will not be going to any parties (not allowed and not invited), and the only reason my folks will let me go to prom is because I’m going with a nice, safe, boring guy they know. I can’t WAIT to get out of High School.
I am spooje. I am trying to perfect the ‘biker/rock star’ look, wearing leather, shredded denim, long hair and the most gaudy earring I can find. I cultivate this threatening demeanor to hide the fact I am terribly shy.
I am smart, but you wouldn’t guess it 'cause I just smoked 2 joints in the parking lot and am waiting for the acid to kick in. I get suspended a lot. And I get a lot of those ‘You’re not living up to your potential’ speeches, to which I reply with obscenities, because I am tortured ARTIST dammit!
I am ChrisP, who is a town basketball hero (somewhat), and cross country runner, but who would rather be getting the younger kids excited about marching band. I transcend the lines of the various cliques and extend my hand of friendship to anyone who will take it. I drive a hot-rod and am semi good looking, but have zero skills when it comes to talking to ladies in a How YOU doin’? sort of way. All the girls think I’m cute, in a nerdy/funny way, but I have nabbed the girl I had been chasing since junior high, when I was a tubby little geek.
Sorry this didn’t go out earlier, but I just had to catch the play at Holy Shot High. Of course, it sucked compaired to SDBMHS’s productions. But, jeez, the lead was cute…
Nobody asked me to the prom. Sure, all my male friends are gay, but you’d think someone would have asked…I could end up going with a girlfriend, but that’s just such a loser move…OK, party at my house. Prom night. My parents think I’m having a slumber party, ::snort:: so all the guys have to sneak in through the garage. Don’t worry, Mom will be asleep by 8:00, and Dad will have the TV on too loud to hear us. Everyone is invited, dress to impress, whatever that means to you. A polite guest is one who brings booze or other fun things to share. :: But when we hear the TV get turned off upstairs, we’ll have to take up Milo’s suggestion and go to the Quarry, because my neighbor already is frightened of me. Damn. You paint your fingernails black, and suddenly you’re a threat.
Not at prom. Wanted to go, but didn’t say so, in fact, insisted that I didn’t. Mopes a bit. Considers showing up at the party, but decides she wouldn’t really be welcome. Hides in her room with her guitar, candles, and The Bell Jar.
Has a crush on half the guys she knows, but is “one of the guys”, and terrible at flirting, so of course no one ever knows.
Well, Swiddles…I wasn’t asked either. So if it’s an open invitation, I’ll be happy to be the designated driver. It’s always much more fun to watch everyone get drunk–that way there’s a couple people who know what really happened.
I’ll bring a 12 pack of coke. Drink it straight or mix it.
Anybody need a ride to Swiddles?
Just nobody puke in the car, okay? My parents would have my head in a handbasket.
I would have thought our Rivals would be Vos Savant High.
Hi, I’m John. I’m the guy you’d ask for answers to the maths homework, even though you know I wouldnt know what they are. I’m sporty, but not on any of the teams, plays guitar but not in a band. Would know everyone, and would talk to anyone about anything. knows a little about everything.
Would take AndyGirl to the prom, coz he’d know she’d love to go (even though Im not a lesbian ;)) but wouldnt have the courage to ask who he wanted
Swiddles, I love that movie! “I have hidden your keys! YOU MUST CHILL!”
Looks up at Balance standing next to her…shivers Ummm…you gonna need an assistant or anything? thinks to self: Good LORD could you sound any dumber…great move there, hon…
: But when we hear the TV get turned off upstairs, we’ll have to take up Milo’s suggestion and go to the Quarry, because my neighbor already is frightened of me. Damn. You paint your fingernails black, and suddenly you’re a threat.