<supplies struuter with a Coke without looking up>
Of course I could use an assistant, Falcon. You just need to prove that you can pick pockets first (that’s easier than making them give you the keys). You can practice on me…
reaches into Balance’s pockets, and then jerks hand out, blushing…then starts to ramble
Um I think I found your keys at least I thought they were your keys I mean what else would I have been feeling in your pocket shuts up
thinks: SMOOTH, Falcon…real smooth. Could you sound like more of a dork? Suddenly gets embarassed as hel and tries to run off
Young man! You bring that up here right now. How many times am I gonna have to take that stuff away from you?
ear man. Take it back.
takes coke from Balance and turns around, noticing she is VERY alone. Finds a seat on a couch, trying to look pleasant and cool, but feeling like a dork. Begins to wonder where the shy guy is who hangs out with Freak…
Maeglin has never been to a prom or a party. Chances are he doesn’t even know there was a party at Swiddles’ house. He doesn’t think to ask. He just hopes there aren’t any loud parties on his street. Maeglin hates losing sleep.
Perhaps reading his dog-eared copy of The Portable Curmudgeon will brighten his mood. It doesn’t.
MR
jjjfishe
What do you say to stopping by Swiddles party after the Prom? Of course, we’ll wait 'till after they’ve played our song! 
grem
:: runs away from jesuslynch and heads for the football field where he will promptly engage in scenes similar to those from most John Hughes flicks.::
Well, if we’re gonna (sort of) quote 80’s movies…
I’m Seriousart.
The Sportos,
the Motorheads,
Geeks,
Sluts,
Bloods,
Wastoids,
Dweebees,
Dickheads…
They all adore me. They think I’m a righteous dude.
I also live next door to Swiddles and try not to be too obvious with my digital camera…
(more recent movie reference)
I’m StoneGolem…Mr. Golem until you spend one day in my World History class, then just Stone. I’m the “cool” teacher, the one that everyone comes to for advice or help. I reuglarly have students over at my apartment to shoot pool or play PlayStation. Hell, I’ll hook you up with a beer. I try to make sure my class is fun and interesting, because I really like my students. I was in band and drama and choir and AP courses and had a girlfriend and a job…I know how you feel, especially around finals. I’m the teacher who tore a kid off of his girlfriend when he was slapping her around in the hall, then knocked him flat on his ass when he took a swing at me. The principals and superintendants and parents don’t like me, and I’m probably going to be fired a la Dead Poets’ Society. I’m often found in the band hall busting it out on my trumpet, or in my classroom jamming on the bass guitar.
I’ll be “chaperoning” prom, which means most likely I’ll sneak out and go grab a beer around midnightish.
I wish there was a really cute female teacher. Ah well…
Has anyone seen seriousart?
My best friend’s sister’s boyfriend’s brother’s girlfriend heard from this guy who knows this kid who’s going with a girl who saw Ferris pass out at 31 Flavors last night. I guess it’s pretty serious.
Since no one’s invited me to the Prom I guess I’ll go live it up at Swiddles party. (If that’s o.k.)
Anybody wanna do shots? I’ve got Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, Tequila, Apple Pucker, and Cactus Juice. Who’s up for it?
SwimmingRiddles said (a long time ago):
You mean the "Christian-Slater-in-Heathers character?
The one who never got messed with because no one was really sure whether or not he was carrying a gun?
That guy?
That would be me.
[Ben Stein]
seriousart?
seriousart?
seriousart?
[/Ben Stein]
::Grabs the back of Falcon’s shirt & makes her sit down.::
Oh no you don’t. You’re not leaving me here alone…::leans in to whisper in Falcon’s ear:: Unless you leave with him.
looks at dogsbody in disbelief
But I made a fool of myself! And besides, he’s all cool, and I’m the little nerdy chick who sits in the front of the classroom! Like he’d be interested in me, hon. But I won’t leave you, you know that.
sighs and tries to disappear into the wall
(Aside: I’d like to state that this pretty much happened to me in RL when I was a sophmore. And dogsbody, I saw yer pic…you look like the EXACT type of friend I’d have both now and then. :))
<offers Falcon a lopsided grin and sits down by her>
No one seems to be drinking much, anyway–and I’ve already got soul’s keys <tosses keys into can behind bar>.
Nice try on the pick; you’ve got a nice touch–but my keys were in my other pocket. Want to go try it again?
Silly Falcon. We’re all nerds, geeks and dorks here. Welcome to Swiddles basement. It’s just varying levels of acedemic commitment. I, myself, am a firm believer in the “a grade is just a letter” theory. Besides which, you’re the best friend of the hostess, AND you get the Say Anything references. I hereby command you out of that chair. You, too, dogbody. I won’t have any wallflowers at my party. Go talk to the boys, they don’t bite. Well, everyone but soulsling, and that’s only when he’s so strung out that he thinks he’s a dog. You pat his head and he calms right down.
Now then, who’s dancing?
Aside from the fact that TaleraRis sounds like my younger sister (who’s in high school), I’d be one of those people who wishes he knew about Swiddles’s party but finds out the Monday after, as he thought they had gathered for a pre-prom party and had then gone off to prom. I’m one of those people who’s not even in the “out” crowd.
So I walk home after seeing the Swiddles crew leaving her basement, alone and wishing I had some semblance of courage to talk to anyone. I’ll probably go home, listen to oldies and either cry or write depressing prose.
pulls up next to iampunha as he walks
Hey…I’m taking some people home. You wanna ride along? Just to keep me company? You don’t have to talk or anything.
begins to feel very self-conscious
Or I could just give you ride home…
Hey Swiddles, can I come to your party after I get done with work? I promise I won’t take up too much room … I mean, you know, if you don’t mind or anything … I guess I should be doing homework anyway so if you say no it’s no big deal …