Blitz Reka Licht's Story

Chance Rundell

Chance knew very well that Chloe would understand she was one of the only people that ever would. He wasn't the same man when ever his moods changed, he was a mad man and he scared himself sometimes but he was just being him. When she spoke gently it made him calm down and soon when she started to agree with him he was growing more calm and slowly pulled away and gave Chloe a small smile. "I really didn't mean to smash her, she kept stealing money, she stole yours too." He said and then when Chloe said Miss Piggy deserved it a smile stretched more across his face, why yes indeed it did.

Next thing he knew there was a big dog in the water and he laughed. It could only be Gregis and not far away was Malcolm. Poor Malcolm, his best friend in the whole camp, Emilee left. Perhaps her time was up and she felt she could do so much more somewhere else. Of course Emilee wouldn't have just left for her own needs but Chance smiled at Malcolm. "Good morning Malcolm, I'm mighty fine after Chloe here helped me out. How are you doing Malcolm? I heard about Emilee leaving." Chance said floating on his back and had one eye placed on Malcolm and Gregis and then another eye watching his best friend, which made his heart ache in a good way for a little bit. The thing is once or if he ever did have, he wouldn't even have the slightest idea what to do but at the same time he wanted to do a few things and take her out. He mentally shook those thoughts out of his head, that's not why he was really here though. He was here because she was his best friend and he was hers. If Chloe left though he knew he'd be sad..The Malcolm might be after Emilee left.

Blitz Licht

Blitz woke up and headed to go have a shower. She washed her hair and her body and then turned the shower off. She rung her hair out and then shook the extra water off her hands and then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body and walked into her room. Blitz found a nice pale blue summer dress. She slipped it on and then found her white flats, she walked into the bathroom and blow dried her hair while brushing it as she did to keep from massive tangles. Soon enough she was at the point of curling her hair. She then took a section above the ear and pinned it down with bobby pins and then did the same to the other side. She sprayed hair spray in her hair and then she applied a little bit of make-up.

As she walked to her first class she noticed her half sister Dianna. She waved lightly with a confident smile on her face as she walked by. She went to first class and sat through it doing her work. Once finished she came into the great hall where she had said she'd help volunteer. She knew most of the people there weren't exactly her friends but she wanted to help set up the ball because she gathered it'd be very interesting.

Honestly, she knew it deep within her core that she should apologize to Mr. Keating. It wasn't entirely his fault that Cadence met her fate with absolute dread. Thise whole new aspect of her life, and so soon as it was just plopped down right in front of her, was perplexing. Maybe she just wasn't one of those students who wanted to be more than normal; entirely human. Of all the deities that could have given her life, it just had to be Hades. Arrogance was never part of her personality, but he seemed to have given her a very nasty attitude.

While her pencil scribbled lines and curves, she heard a soothing feminine voice, "G'morning, Cadence." Ms. Krass was one of those teachers that, not only had an interesting class to teach, was extremely intelligent. Cadence liked that, even though she chose not to flaunt her own. "Good morning," she replied, a little disturbance rustling through her tone of voice. Still, she had yet to look up from her sketchbook to visually acknowledge the woman. Instead, ceased the movement of her pencil and entered somewhat of a pensive, and unnatural, thought process. It had taken just a mere greeting from the physic's teacher to make her brain go all haywire on her. Yes, she did need to go and say sorry. There was no reason to treat Mr. Keating like he was some aweful person, and she probably set him a bit on the edge for the rest of the day.

"Jesus Christ, I can't believe that I am actually going to do this," musing to herself as she packed up all her belongings. With hesitance, the strap of her bag slipped over her shoulder, and she went back toward the direction of power control class. This did not mean that Cadence had a sudden change of heart in regards to exactly how she felt about being able to do something so stupid; raising the dead, conjuring darkness. It was merely an attempt (as vain as it may be) to remedy her mild attendance in a classroom that was deemed the most important for all demigods. Simply put, she did not want to lose control of herself one day.

After a few moments of solitary walking, she had somehow managed to bring herself right back through the doors of Mr. Keating's class. For a second, she just stood there in front of Boone like she was lost for words. Then, which some twisted expression on her face of disbelief as to what she was about to both say and do, she spoke, "I - erm, apologize for my behavior Mr. Keating. I just really don't believe that these 'powers' of mine are really any good. They seem pointless, actually. Moving towards one of the desks along the wall, "I guess I will attend today." Even though she knew that he would probably have something ugly lined up for her, she had nothing better to do with her time right now. Cadence figured that she might as well as suffer through whatever Keating was going to force her to do.

Glancing at Peter, she rolled her eyes. Great, she thought, Did he really have to be here, too?



With a little amber heaven in her belly, she was ready to head to the great hall. Amarie neither held the scent of alcohol, nor allowed it to display as a hesitance in her steps. It was just enough to calm her mind from her earlier explosion. She had no idea what that was about. Tension, she supposed; frustration of many kinds. As she stepped inside, she took a minute to pause her feet and greet Nathan and Jules, "Good morning, Mr. Hensleigh, Jules." She knew exactly how the teacher felt about her, but not what Jules thought. She did, however, admire the drive that the student had. There was no motivation in wasting her breath being completely vile to Nathan, either. He had a cute face, but he also had his tendancies, and they were the only things that kept her from being too friendly.

Afterwards, she went to start setting up the decorations, which were thankfully predetermined. Whilst she worked, she did notice a few more students in the hall aside from Juliette; Nova Tricon, and Blitz Licht. Blitz was set in her ways, but she had a lot of confidence in everything she did. It was pleasant. Nova was mighty helpful in times when Amarie just couldn't tell one wire from the other. He was, without a doubt, just a wonderful and outgoing boy. They were both locked up in their own conversation, she so just tossed the pair a friendly smile and went on about her business.

She had to figure out what she would wear to this event, if she would even want to participate in more than just being a baby-sitter. There was a certain romantic air that she loved about a ball, but not when it was student-teacher. This was also not her first dance in this school, as it was notorious for introducing a myriad of activities to ease the drag of school life. The only thing that she scoffed at was having to watch all of the students; many of who were prone to spiteful and ugly behavior. She could name a few right off the bat, but she hoped that it would just be an easy and relaxing night. Perhaps she could even enjoy a dance or two... maybe. Amarie was your classical clutz, and she would step all over Boone's feet without so much as a sliver of grace. So yeah, maybe she won't go dancing.

Emilee Rivera

Emilee had been gone for a few days and within those few days she learned who she was and where she should be. She may have gotten into a bit of trouble while doing so and may have helped people out as well but it was still just as good. She even went so far as dying her hair blonde. She found the academy once again and a smile went across her face and then she went through the doors. It already felt like home and the warmth of it all just wrapped around her embracing her in a warm hug. She went down the hall and found her room, it hadn't been clean up or anything. She smiled and she unpacked most of her things. Emilee had a shower and then she came out and slipped on a pair of skinny jeans and a loose shirt that was nice and comfortable.

Emilee then walked out of her room and outside, after walking around a bit she had noticed a few people smile and wave at her and she did the same back. Everyone at least knew her except for any new comers she wasn't aware of. When she walked around a bit she came near the lake and she saw Chloe and Chance in the water and she heard someone speak and it was Malcolm. A smile came to her face and she came over and started to pet Gregis and then she sat beside Malcolm. "Guess who's back!" She said with a big grin and then looked at him. "It is to my understanding there's a ball tonight." Emilee started smiling. "I'm not going to take you this time, you need to go to one of these things on your own..I want you to go with another girl you know find a date of some sort..All I ask is you save ONE song for your best friend." She said and then brushed her hand through her blond hair. "I'd love to sit and chat and share fun things that happened but I really need to go find Alex, he'll be worried the most." Emilee said and then wrapped her arms around him and then let go.

"I'll see you later." She said and then leaned in close by his ear, "There's a lot of girls waiting for you to ask them..No go ask one chicken." She said with a wink and then she got up and left. She walked around the school grounds trying to find Alex and when she failed to do that she walked over and she decided she'd check his room. Emilee walked over to the rooms and then walked along them finding Alex's room and she knocked hoping he would be in it.

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Blitz Licht

Blitz was standing there in the great hall and she watched how everyone was in their separate groups doing their own things. She had been late so she hadn't really known what was going on. Blitz had her arms folded across her chest and her lips pursed. She had found a spot on the wall to look at and that's how her brain wandered off. She wasn't in class right now and knew that sometime soon Alex would or he'd be skipping the morning class. Soon she wasn't even thinking about anything specific she was just off in her own mind blocking the whole world out.

Blitz was so far off into her own mind she didn't even realize Nova had come up to her until he spoke and it startled her and she blinked and focused her vision on him. A smile spread across her lips as he asked the question and she laughed. "Good morning Nova." She said with a cheery smile, some people may of thought it was fake but in reality it wasn't she was just a happy person around most people. "I don't know what you can do, I'm not too certain on what I should be doing." She says casually. Then her cheeks got warm, "I was a little late, I suppose." She said rather embarrassed, she should have done better than this and she could have done better, this wasn't acceptable of her and she needed to do better. She took a deep breath in. "I suppose we could always try and set something up, perhaps the table that holds drinks and such." After that being said she clapped her hands together and went over to the far side of the room and gathered a box that held the parts to the table.

She emptied the box in front of her and Nova and smiled. "After this we can set up other things like the DJ that will play music and then we can go and try to get the records of music that should be played here and organize them." She said smiling and then she pulled out the instructions and studied them for a moment. "Nova, do you know how to follow instructions?" She asked.

Luke Tricon

Luke could see that Ava was extremely happy with him coming out of the safety of his room; the large, goofy smile on her face was enough to give her away, added with the slightly shocked looks that she kept giving him. He saw the look of realization in her eyes as she understood why Nova had screamed at her earlier, and that smile came back across his face once more. It was nice seeing her properly again, with the sun coming in through the windows and lighting up her blonde hair, her smile, her eyes. It was nice. Those little butterflies started to arise in his stomach again as he spoke, but he pushed them aside, listening to what she had to say next.

The blonde boy hung on her every word as they walked through the door, nodding as she spoke. It was nice, hearing that someone else had problems in this stupid Academy too, no offence to Ness of course, but it was - it took his mind off of his own troubles, relieving himself of that hole in his heart for just one, perfect moment. "Really? She said she wouldn't come?" All the girls had been excited about the ball for weeks - he could hear them chatting about it going past his room, and he had heard Ness doing the same. He hadn't heard if she was going with anybody yet, but there were usually some girls that went on their own to this ball-type things. He just didn't think her to be one of them. His mind was quickly drawn back to the conversation when Ava asked him if he was going to the ball tonight. He had planned to; there was a tux in his room, waiting to be worn for such an occasion, but he hadn't really though about it, ever since Clover had left. He frowned for a moment, thinking it over - should he go to the ball? It would take his mind off of everything? But he always went with his Clover... his girlfriend... but he needed to get over her.

"I'll only go if you come with me. Y'know, as my... date."

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Robert Devaux

Robbie smiled at his reflection, taking a brief moment to check over his outfit. It had taken him about an hour to get ready - doing his hair, choosing the perfect clothes to reflect his mood and the weather, and to then rally himself up for the day. Robbie had his own routine of always waking up at a certain time, always meditating at least twice before he left his room (once as soon as he woke up, and once before he left), and then actually getting ready. If he didn't do it in this specific order, or at the specific times, he would feel 'off' for the rest of the day. He had been told by some people before that he could have OCD, however, he just didn't see it - he just liked to be perfect, feel perfect, and look perfect. There was no harm in that, was there?

With his normal "skip-in-the-step" attitude, the boy stepped out of his room wearing a classic outfit for him - the traditional black pants, converse, smart shirt and waistcoat that he thought "wasn't too much for just day wear," no matter what anyone told him. The boy was lucky enough not to have any lessons today, meaning that he was completely free. His first stop after he had left the room was the gym hall, to look for his best friend. It was a respectable time in the morning, and Alex would probably be wherever Jules or Blitz was - meaning helping out for the ball. Ah, the ball. There was only one girl that he wanted to ask to it. One girl that for him, shined above all others. Well, Cadence was a close second, and Jaymie a near third, but still - she shone above all others. But she had a thing for someone else, as Alex had told him over and over again. Well, maybe he could change that. Suddenly, he bumped into someone, ripping him out of his little reverie of dancing with the girl of his dreams. He hadn't even seen that he had been walking along the same path as two other people, but he paused for a moment as he looked up at the brunette girl - the one he had just been thinking about.

"Hey Jules!" Robbie smiled happily, wrapping her in a quick hug, before turning to the teacher walking by her side. "Mr Hensleigh." His voice was less happy now, and a hint of malice ran through it as he took in the man. He was such a pig. A beautiful pig, but a pig none the less. "Oh Jules, I was wondering if I could talk to you later? You know, when you're done here. I'll be with Alex, most likely, but text when you're done?" He smiled once more and then excused himself, changing his direction completely. Alex wouldn't have let her leave the auditorium without having stopped them. He made a bee-line towards his best friends dorm room, and let himself in without even knocking.

"Alex! Alex!" He cried, jumping onto the sleeping boys bed. "Wake yourself up, my friend! Guess what son of a female dog I just saw walking off with your sister. I'll give you a guess - he's about six foot, blue eyes and flirts with all of his students."

Chloe Huntington

Chloe was ecstatic as she danced around the room, her ipod playing away to We are Young by Fun, one of her favourite songs at this moment in time; if she had known that her arch nemesis Ava was listening to the same song at the same time as her, she would have ripped it out of the ipod docking station, and deleted it straight off of the playlist - there was no way that she wanted anything to be the same as that blonde demonic spawn of Aphrodite. However, she didn't know, meaning that her face was still covered in smile, as she danced around, getting herself ready. As she had been waiting for Phoebe to arrive, she had decided to put her dress on. She had thought about starting on her make-up, but she decided to wait until Pheebs arrived for that. She had missed her little sibling, and was looking forward to spending this time with her, before the ball.

The brunette daughter of Poseidon felt like she was the personification of water as she span barefoot around the room, watching her dress fan out beautifully around her. She had chosen the dress because of it's shimmer, because of it's sparkles that represented the droplet of water and because of the way that it fell like a waterfall around her body. Unlike a lot of the other girls, she had decided not to go for a slinky dress that clung to her body, as that just wasn't her style. She paused for a moment, looking in the full length mirror in her room, smoothing the bottom out delicately. She wondered what Malcolm would think of her attire, and she watched the bright smile attack her face as that beautiful child of Ares popped into her mind. She still couldn't believe that he had asked her to go to the dance with him, and her confidence level was on an all time high. There was nothing that could make her upset or sad now - nothing. She was literally on Cloud Nine.

Then, there was a knock at the door, and she dashed over, a little skip in her step. She had to hold her dress up slightly as she went, the dress being fit to her height with heels, but she dropped it down when she saw who was there, cutely holding out a bottle of nail-polish in her direction. "Pheebs!" She burst, pulling her best female friend into her room, closing the door behind them, and then wrapping her into a tight hug. "Phoebe Everton, I've missed you! Of course I'll help you sweetie. Dump your stuff and lets make you beautiful... well, more beautiful than you already are!"

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Lukas Tricon

Luke had decided to get ready on his own for the ball, before going over to Jules' room to collect Ava. He had asked her earlier in the garden where she was going to be, and he had gotten from her that she was slightly annoyed at the non-communication that had happened between her and her best friends. In response, he had just wrapped his arm around her shoulders and given her a hug, one which was supposed to be friendly and comforting, but which instead held all of the awkward feelings of two "friends" who didn't have the courage to tell one another what the other was truly thinking. He had planned to check on Nova before going to find his beautiful date, to just check over what he was wearing, and surprise the boy by actually coming out of his room, but he hadn't seen his twin since this morning properly, or when he noticed him bustling around in the auditorium.

There wasn't really much that Luke had to do to get ready; just shower, sort his hair out into some sort of order, and then slip on the tux he had bought. So, he was just sitting in his room, not doing anything. He supposed that he could go out and find someone to hang around with, but there really wasn't much point. So, he just lay back on his bed, playing with the present that he had received from his brother that morning - he decided that doing something constructive was much better than doing nothing at all.

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Ness Tate

Vanessa Tate was a whirlwind of happiness. Literally, the smile on her face was so large, it looked like she had stuck a slice of melon in there, and it had gotten stuck. But she had ever reason to be happy, and as she picked up various items off of her usually sparkling bedroom floor, she moved slowly in time to the random Latin beat that was playing through her speakers. She laughed to herself as she sorted out her messy duvet covers, moving them into some sort of tidy position for her to flop back into later, at whatever time that would be. It was strange, seeing her bedroom with so many things out of place, but when she thought about it, it really hadn't been her fault. That pillow over there by the window? Nate. Her slipper hanging from the fan on the ceiling? Nate. And that love bite just under her ear? Nate. Wait, what? Ness pulled herself back over to the mirror on her desk and looked at the purple-red bruise that had appeared underneath her ear. Quickly, she pulled out her compact from the make-up case that had been sitting on the side, and covered it up as best she could, leaving only a small red mark showing through; if anyone noticed it - she fell and smacked it against the corner of the table. She'd have to talk to him about his hickey positioning tonight.

Ness was looking forward to going over to his apartment tonight, although she was slightly scared petrified about being caught sneaking into a teacher's apartment. She had an excuse all thought out, of course, in case of a dire emergency, but she was worried about it. However, that worry made it almost even more fun, and deep down inside her, she knew that she was going to enjoy seeing her beloved history teacher tonight more than the actual ball itself - that one was a given. Her body was literally itching until she was able to see him again, able to have him in her arms again, to kiss him and .... to do other things to him. Her mind briefly flashed back to that afternoon, her eyes sliding closed for a moment as she remembered the way that his lips felt against her neck, the way this hand made her skin tingle with every moment, and the way that his... well, at that moment she had to open her eyes and bring herself back to reality - if she hadn't, she might not have been able to stop herself from running over to him right now.

Within time, her room was pretty much back to the way it was, and Ness' outfit was almost completed. Her dress fitting her body perfectly, her make up sorted, her heels slipped on, her toe and finger nails painted the same shade of red as her dress, her earrings secured in their place, and the necklace that had belonged to her darling Grandmother hanging around her neck. She admired herself in the mirror momentarily, the red silk feeling amazing against her skin. It reminded her of her dressing gown, the one that she had slipped on just before Nate had left, and a sultry smile took over her lips as she wondered what he would think of her dress. However, there were much more pressing matters at hand now, than the sexy teacher. There was a hair issue. Ness was terrible at sorting out hair, and her slightly damp brunette waves were hanging down her back, with no style at all. Ava and Jules were the ones who usually worked wonders on her hair, but there were no where around. She was shocked, as the three of them usually got ready together, but this time, they hadn't actually decided on a place for them to gather yet.

Then, there was an angry knock at the door, and after a quick peek out of her window, Ness knew who was standing there. She opened the door, softly biting her lip. She could see the anger etched across her best friend's face as if she were a marble carving, and the folded arms were another dramatic touch to her statue. "Hey... Ava." She spoke softly, moving back and inviting the girl into her room. As she turned, she saw that the one item out of place in her room was her lamp - which was knocked over onto the floor, the shade having fallen off. She moved over to pick it up, sticking it back on the desk by her mirror, hoping the blonde wouldn't ask. "Are... are we going over to Jules'? I mean... you two did promise to help with my god-awful hair." She forced a small, awkward smile onto her lips as she watched the expression on Ava's face.

Oh yes, this was going to be fun.

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Robbie Devaux

"I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICAAAAA. BUM DUM DUM DUUURRR...."

Robbie's voice resounded throughout the entire bathroom, his singing voice echoing due to the ambiance in his best friend's bathroom. The music was loud, loud enough to drown out the music that Alex was playing in the other room, and his voice loud enough to irritate. He had been in that bathtub now for about twenty minutes, and in no way was her ready to get out. Robbie took a lot longer than most girls to get ready, and strangely enough, that wasn't much to do with the whole "looking perfect" thing. No, it was much more to do with the fact that he felt so relaxed in a bathtub, that he never wanted to leave. In his bath, there was some sort of mango-smelling bubbles, something that Blitz had probably left behind after a sleepover or something. If it was Alex's, he'd start questioning his sexual orientation. The smell was intoxicatingly good, and he made a mental note to thank the blonde girl who had been one of his best friends for what seemed like forever, for leaving it here. He would also have to ask her where he got it from, as he must have some. A pink towel was wrapped around his already washed hair, as he didn't want to get it wet once again. If even a strand got wet again, he'd have to wash the whole thing twice - another one of his strange OCD-like habits.

His tranquility didn't last much longer however, as soon, his best friend was banging against the bathroom door, ripping him out of his Toto moment. He sighed and stepped out of the bath, shouting something back to his friend along the lines of "You wish your legs were as smooth as mine", although the extreme noise of both songs battling each other would probably have drowned out his voice. Robbie took his time drying himself with the other soft pink towel that he had; yes, the pink towels were seen as a little gay, but they had been a bargain price and he had been low on money. The music still played in the background as he spent another ten minutes getting his suit on, styling his hair into his trademark "quiff", and spraying himself with copious amounts of David Beckham's Instinct, one of his most favourite brands of cologne. When he had brushed his teeth twice, and checked himself over in the fogged up mirror another thousand times, the brunette man opened the door.

Robbie came out of the bathroom shrouded in steam, making him look like some sort of God coming down from the heavens, which was funny due to the fact that he was a demi-god. As he walked out though, he saw the lovey-dovey grin on his best friends face, one that had him looking off into the distance, as if at that exact moment, he was getting lost in his beautiful girlfriend's eyes. Robbie ran over to his best friend and began to shake him, a faked expression of worry on his face. "Dear God, Alex! Come back to our world please! Please don't leave me alone here! Don't make me kiss you again, buddy!" As he spoke this out loud, a laugh followed, his mind going back to that one day where his friend had fallen off of his bike, when they had been racing. Alex had smacked his head pretty hard against the pavement, and had knocked himself unconscious. Now, being fifteen, Robbie hadn't checked his friend's pulse of anything, and instead, had instantly thought that he was dead when he didn't respond to his name. Yes, he was a bit dramatic. So, he had bent down, and tried to do CPR, but instead, had just kissed him on the lips, not knowing how to perform that manouvre.

Robbie had to wipe tears away from his eyes as he thought about Alex's expression that day, and he sat down on the bed for a moment, trying to catch his breath before he fell over. He saw the two ties lying on the edge of the bed and he pointed to the dark red one that lay to the left. He had seen what Blitz was wearing, and instead of telling Alex, had kept it a secret. But the blue one would definitely clash with her outfit, that one he was sure of. "Go with the red, Alex," He said, as soon as his voice was stable enough to speak, "trust the Guru."

Blitz had been in her room, she decided to get all washed and what not in her room. She didn't plan on getting too much ready with her half brother, perhaps her bracelets and stuff but right now she was in the bath. She had already previously washed her hair but now was just some time to relax a bit and think things out and order them. She had to keep things in a specific order other wise her mind would be jumbled and she couldn't do anything with that. Just as her hand outstretched to get her bubble bath, the mango one to be exact, it wasn't there and she looked around with her eyes but couldn't spot it but then relaxed and remembered she had left it in Alex's bathroom when she spent the night once. She sighed softly and then grabbed her coconut one. After her bath she grabbed the white towel on the counter and wrapped it around her body.

Walking up to the bathroom door she reached for the knob and turned it. She sat down in front of her small vanity and she grabbed her light pink nail polish. She started to do her nails carefully. After the first coat dried she applied the second and after that layer was dry the clear coat followed, this clear coat was special though it had sparkles in it so her nails shined in anyway possible. She then added a small flower in the corner of each thumb. After her nails were completely dried and done to perfection she got up and finished drying herself off. She got into her simple undergarments and then put her soft, fluffy robe on and sat back down at her vanity. She then applied a little bit of a very faint pink eye shadow that wasn't noticeable but it still gave it colour. She then applied eye liner and mascara. After a little bit of blush and light lipstick she was ready to move onto the hair. She spent the next twenty minutes curling her hair and then another ten making it placed and held together perfectly. Next was the lotion to make her skin soft, this happened all the time after she got out of the shower and it just made her skin naturally improve it's self.

Finally it was time to put on the dress, she walked over to her closet where she had all her clothes but she made sure to hide the dress so Alex couldn't see it, although Robbie upon one of his visits had seen it and he knew what it looked like. As long as Robbie didn't tell Alex she was fine and didn't have a problem with anything. After rummaging through her closet she pulled it out and then undid the one part in the back. She took her robe off and hung it on the hook it always goes on. She then slipped the dress on and had a bit of trouble doing up the back but she managed. Soon enough she grabbed a small hand bag and she put the other part to her attire in it and then she turned off all her lights and headed for her door. She opened it and checked the halls and made sure no guys were in this part of the hall yet.

Blitz made her way through the halls and and moved quickly. Soon enough she came upon Bailey's room and she knocked a little bit before she walked in and smiled at her half brother and then saw another girl she hadn't seen before..Or had she? She was a little confused but none the less she smiled and waved. "Hello, nice to meet you, I'm Blitz. I'm Bailey's half sister." She said and now a grin was plastered on her face. "What's your name?" She asked and then she sat down in a chair and then set her little bag down and decided to wait a bit before she put her heels on or anything.

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Bailey Raynes

Bailey’s nose scrunched up as the pillow was removed; his eyes were squeezed closed, but he still found the light turning black to red fairly offensive. He popped a single eye open, blearily looking up at Quinn, and then hauled himself up to sit with a grunt. He rolled his head on his shoulders to elicit a series of much needed pops. His features softened from their annoyance once he saw her, and he nearly smiled. “You look great,” he led with, earnestly rather than dutifully. It wasn’t like she was his girlfriend; he didn’t need to ham it up. I just wish you were going with someone who really appreciated it, he thought, a little guiltily.

He hadn’t managed to nap like he’d been hoping. He’d wound up ruminating for the entirety of his wait, however long that had been. It occurred to him that tonight was going to suck for an altogether different reason. The girls weren’t the only ones who’d be dressed to the nines, the guys would be too, and Bailey had a hard enough time not staring at some of them in their street clothes. He’d been sort of mentally rehearsing for what would happen if he ran into a situation where he found himself verbally stumbling. He’d say things like ”Killer party, huh?” and ”Lookin’ good, [insert surname here]”, and not look like the idiot he usually felt like.

He was in the process of slipping off the bed and onto his sock-clad feet when Blitz arrived. He gestured vaguely between the two girls, making introductions. “Blitz, Quinn. Quinn, Blitz. Bailey, booze.” That last one wasn’t a real introduction, but it was critical to the evening’s success. He accepted the handle of vodka from Quinn, giving first her and then Blitz a one-armed-hug and a make-up-conscious kiss on the cheek each. He headed over to his shelving area, where he kept books and his fairly substantial CD collection. Pushing against what looked like an otherwise ordinary wooden panel, he then opened it to reveal a mini-fridge that had been seamlessly integrated into the cabinetry. Inside was his substantial store of energy drinks. The whole affair was Nova’s handiwork, one of the many reasons that Bailey adored the quirky child of Hephaestus.

Setting the alcohol down on the counter, out of line of sight from the door, he grabbed a pair of Red Bulls and cracked one open, intending to drink about half of it then top it off with vodka. It took him three solid gulps to empty it enough to accommodate a few shots. “I also have Nos or Monster, if you girls have a preference for mixers,” he explained, glancing over to them as he set to alcohol-ifying his energy drink. "You look great too," he imparted, focusing briefly on Blitz. "Are you meeting Alex at the ball, or are he and Robbie coming here?" Not that he would have minded. He'd been having a much easier time speaking in the former's presence when he found out the guy was with his half-sibling. Weird, but he wasn't questioning that small favor.

His brow furrowed a bit when he heard a familiar voice, glancing over to find Cale. He couldn’t help himself but to quickly inspect the older-but-younger-looking male from shoes to shoulders, then briefly lock gazes with him. At least he wasn’t dressed to the hilt, or Bailey might have spilled some of the precious vodka he’d been pouring at the time. “Hey man, come on in.” His expression was one of mixed bemusement and disbelief as he added: “Party in Bailey’s room. Never thought I’d hear the phrase, never mind see it in action.” He shook his head ruefully, no doubt busying himself by complying with any drink orders that came his way. He was technically the host of this impromptu get-together, after all. It was more than a little surreal.

Quinn had hoped that more than anything she wasn't being the only reason Bailey was going to the ball. She knew at first he had seemed a little doubtful, but he came around. She was thankful because at this very moment she didn't know even if she would have made it out of her room. Just as she was about to sit on the bed next to Bailey, she hears a soft knock and the door opening. Seeing a new face brightened Quinn's expression, but she was almost certain the girl was about to mistake her for Clover. Instead the girl in front of her asked and this made Quinn so relieved that the first words out of the girl's mouth were 'Oh my gods, Clover. You're back.' She'd never met her sister, and she was already tired of her.

She opened her mouth to say her name, but Bailey beat her to it. So the girl's name is Blitz? She hadn't heard of the girl before, but obviously being the half-sister of Bailey said something about her. "It's really nice to actually meet a girl." She said as she gave a quick smile before Bailey got her attention with the quick hug and kiss. "Which Bailey isn't that far from it.." She laughed at her own joke, sitting down on the bed behind her. "I actually just came to the school a few days ago. I've been unpacking.." She looked over at the door once more before she continued. "..and hiding." She was honest with the last. She couldn't force herself out of the room even if she had tried the first days. She thought hiding would erase the rumors of her sister being back. Quinn wanted her own identity even if she did share it with Clover.

Seeing Bailey start mixing drinks, Quinn stood quickly approaching him from behind giving him a tight hug before asking for whatever he was making. "Thank you for going with me." She whispered in his ear before another knock came from the door. Seriously, another person. This is a party after all. Seeing the boy step in, Quinn caught herself in between some obvious tension as she saw the way the two, Bailey and Cale, looked at each other. "Well, this isn't awkward or anything." Quinn caught herself saying aloud before, biting her lip. She had a way of blurting out stuff, but never had she done so in the present situation. "Sorry." She said towards Bailey. "I'm Quinn, though. It's nice to have more people."

Quickly retreating before Bailey get scold her, she walked back over to Blitz admiring her dress that she had on. She had settled for a simple one that she thought would be just the right touch, so she didn't go to out of control. Attention was the last thing Quinn wanted right now, so she picked a dress that she thought would help her blend in the background. "I'm guessing you knew my sister." Even though she hated the topic of Clover, it was the only thing she knew would get people talking to her. "Clover." This was actual the first time she had said her sister's name aloud. What a weird feeling? She thought before settling back on the bed

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Chloe Huntington

Chloe was never one of those girls that usually got all excited for a stupid occasion such as this; she would much rather stand at the back of the room, laughing over the stupidity of the giggling girls with Rhea or Niamh. However, this year, she was going against everything that she knew, and was actually looking forward to going out tonight, and getting all dolled up for it was just another part of the excitement. There was one major difference this year however, than to any other year. This year, she wasn't just going with Chance, her best friend. No, she had actually been asked to go with someone. She had been asked to go with the boy that she had been crushing on since he had arrived, Malcolm Murdock. Chloe had no idea if he had only asked her to go with him because Emilee had decided not to go with him, or just because he wanted to go with her as a friend; and she really didn't care. She was going to be able to spend time with him tonight, because he had asked her.

Phoebe's infectious smile only made the one on the brunette's face grow bigger, and as she swept the red-headed beauty into her room, she almost felt giddy with excitement. It was better to let it out now, than to let it out later, and scare Malcolm away. Tonight, she was going to be her cool and collected self. However, right now, she was a giggling mess. "Yes! Yes, it's Malcolm! He asked me. I was like... ahhhhhh in my head, but I kept my cool on the outside." She told her "little sister," and then inquired about her date. "What about you? Did Chance ask you to go with him?" She hoped that he had, purely because well, one, she felt bad for not going with him, and two, because the two of them were her favourite people in the world, minus Boone and Malcolm, and she wanted them together - it'd be too cute.

The smile on her face didn't falter when Phoebe started babbling about too much green, and silver, and various other things that were worrying her about her outfit. Chloe just laughed and sat the girl down on the bed, taking the pale green nail polish into her hands. "Come on, hands up. The green isn't too much, honey. It'll look lovely." She smiled, before she began to paint the colourful liquid onto her friend's fingernails. "Am I doing your toes too?" The brunette girl wasn't usually one for getting all beautified and helping out other people at the same time, but with Phoebe, she just couldn't refuse. The two usually had so much fun together, and this was just going to be another fun time to add onto the list.

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Lukas Tricon

Lukas was beginning to get nervous now. So much so that he had decided to put down his little toy before he broke it, or dropped something because his hands were getting sweaty. He didn't know why in the hell he was beginning to feel like this - his heart beating a little bit faster, his hands beginning to sweat slightly, and his collar beginning to feel awfully tight around his neck. There wasn't any reason for him to be feeling like this, to be getting worried and nervous; he was going to the ball with Ava. Ava Sawyer, his best female friend in the whole world. The one who had been there for him when Clover had left, and vice versa. The one who knew him more than anyone else (minus Nova) and the girl that he would protect to the ends of the earth and back. So, why was he getting nervous? She was just his best friend, right?

There were confusing feelings running through the blonde male as he made his way towards Ava's dorm room, the cream rose corage sitting in it's little box. He had bought one for her months ago, when he was with Clover, and they had decided to go. Ava had always been one of his best friends, so when he had been shopping with his brother for the blue corsage to go with his girlfriend's dress, he had also picked up a cream one for Ava - Nova had told him that if you didn't know the colour of the girl's dress, go with cream or white. It would go with everything. And so, he had.

He curtly knocked on the door of Ava's room, however, with the lights being off, he knew that it was a futile effort. He then made his way over to Jules' room, but he decided not to knock in the end, seeing the girl dash out of the room like a cheetah on crack. That meant that there was only one other place she could be - Ness' room. Luke could literally hear his heart beat in his ears when he heard Ava's beautiful laugh through the door of the Latina's woman's room, and he knocked three times, before calling out her name, hoping his voice wouldn't crack. It did. "A-Ava?"

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Ness Tate

Vanessa watched as Ava's mothering instincts came out, getting Jules to drink water in between her alcoholic ones. That night had not been on of her favourites at the Academy, the one where Jules had been so drunk that the two girls had actually had to carry her back to her room, as there was no way that she was even standing up, let alone walking. "Yes, please, no repeat of that night. I actually like this dress, and don't want it ruined by grass stains and vomit." They had obviously forgiven Juliette for her behaviour that night, but being the good best friends that they were, they had never let her forget it. A smile appeared on the Latina girl's face as both girls said that her hair was perfect the way it was. "Really? I mean... it's just... hanging..." She said, pulling at one of the brunette girls. "Hang on..." Within a few moments, Ness had moved from her bed and dashed into the bathroom, and come out with her hair pulled up into a messy bun. She didn't like her hair down at the best of times, and for a formal ball, decided that it being up made it look so much nicer. It also showed off the back of her dress.

"No restrictions? Jules honey, we restrict alcohol because we have to, not because we want to." She laughed playfully to her friend. There was something up with her best friend, she could see it through her eyes, but she didn't want to say anything - Jules was one of those girls that you let tell you things that were playing on her mind, you didn't ask. Ness realized however that she was feeling the same way, and didn't want any restrictions on the night either - just fun. Her mind was a mess; thinking about how stupid she had been this afternoon, letting herself be swept off of her feet by her history teacher, but also how much she had enjoyed it, and how special he had made her feel. She knew that there was much more to their relationship than just something physical, but it was all too complicated. She didn't want to think about it tonight however, and she would sort it all out another done. "Okay, just fun." She nodded, before heading into the bathroom.

Ness had just come out of the bathroom with her small, secret bottle of vodka when she saw Jules' jumping up in shock. She vaguely registered what the girl was saying in her fast and high pitch pace, something about loving her and music, and then she was gone. The brunette girl just shrugged, and put the third shot glass down on the side. She filled up the other two that she had brought out, and handed onto Ava. "To having fun." She grinned, clinking her glass with her blonde best friend, and then knocking it back. The liquid burned her throat as it tricked down to her stomach, but it was a nice feeling, a warm feeling that she had grown to like over the years. However, before she could take another, there was a knock at the door, and the shaky voice of Lukas Tricon was projecting itself.

"Right, I'm off mi amiga to find my date. I have no idea where she is, but I'll find here - there's no way I'm walking into that room on my own." Ness took the bottle of vodka and slipped it into her clutch bag - there was no room for anything else in there, minus a stick of lipgloss, but that was all that she needed. With Jules' flask in her hand, the girl kissed her friend softly in the cheek, and pushed one stray lock of blonde waves back from her face. "There, perfect. He's going to pass out when he sees you, honey. Be sure to shut the door when you go." She grinned, before heading out, passing Luke as she went.

The silver heels that sat on her feel clicked softly against the pavement as she headed over to the auditorium, spotting her date sitting on the floor, slipping her own heels on. "Well well well, there you are. Thinking you can get rid of me that easily." She smiled mischievously, holding out the flask of some form of alcohol to Jules. She pulled out the vodka from her bag, this time being less graceful and taking a sip out of the bottle. In that room was the man of her dreams, and she couldn't do a thing about it - the alcohol was going to be necessary. Ness took a moment to compose herself, moved that one little strand of hair back into place and reapplied her lipgloss, before turning to her brunette buddy once more, holding out her hand to help her up. "Shall we?"

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Robbie Devaux

Robbie took a moment to wipe the tears from his eyes, looking up at his best friend through a blur. There was something fantastic about their relationship, and something so unique about it too. Robbie knew that he would never be able to feel this way about another person without having some sort of confusing-homosexual feelings for them. But with Alex, it was just friendship. Brotherly friendship. A friendship that could never be replaced by anyone else, or could never be broken. The two of them were a duo, and it had been that way for as long as Robbie could remember. Sure, there were additions to their group, like Emilee, and Blitz, but it would always be the two of them. His mind was ripped out of his little reverie as Alex's voice hit his ears, and he looked up at him, his eyes filled with confusion for a moment; he had always been quite a slow boy, and when someone took him out of a daydream, he had to take a moment or two to get his bearings.

"Oh Alex, you know you're not going to get anything out of me. I'm a closed book, and I've swallowed the key, my friend. It's not my fault Blitz loves me more." The brunette male grinned to his best friend, and then laughed at his expression. He knew that it had been a match made in heaven, the relationship between Blitz and Alex, and he felt amazing that he had been the one to introduce them - Robbie had been friends with Blitz from their first days here, and then he had brought Alex into the equation. He felt like a love genius when they clicked. "God, I should have been a child of Aphrodite, with my mad love skills." Sometimes, Robbie had a habit of blurting stuff out that he had been thinking, confusing those around him to no end. But it didn't stop him from doing it - it only made it more fun to see their reactions to his words.

"If you even think about taking those pants off, I'm going to staple them to that chiseled butt of yours." He pointed threateningly at Alex, his eyes squinting in a glare for a moment. "Those pants were made specifically for you, I guarantee it. The Gods took me in their direction. We can't ignore our parents signs, my friend." His lips changed into the bright smile that was known all around the Academy, and another laugh escaped his mouth at the curse word he was called. "Why, your vulgar language upsets me, Alex." He feigned wiping a tear away from his cheek, putting on the sad act. However, this facade only lasted for a moment though, as soon, the iPod began to play his playlist.

"Excuse me? Why would I change the track? Did you not see the "Robbie is Awesome" playlist that I put on there last week? My god, Alex. You don't change Britney Spears. Britney changes you." The playful smile never left the child of Iris' lips as he began to sing along to the song, dancing around the room.

Oh yes, tonight was going to be good.

Chloe Huntingon

Chloe's smile faltered only slightly when Phoebe asked her about how Chance had reacted to her rejecting him to go to the ball that night; did she know then, that he hadn't reacted the best way? She had to; she wasn't jumping. And that was rare for the little red-headed girl. "Erm, well... let's just say he hasn't spoken to me since he stormed out of the water and walked away from me." Chloe hated the fact that she had upset her best friend - she knew that she was going to have to speak to him about it later, and see if there was anyway to make it back up to him. Chance was one of those people that doesn't trust very easily, and if someone hurts him, it takes them a long time to get back into his friendship circle. The brunette had been on the outside of the circle once more, and she hadn't liked it. She would sort it out with him though, and it would all be fine. He wanted her to be happy, didn't he? Chance cared about her enough as his best friend to want her to do to the ball with someone that she had had a crush on for years? Oh dear....

Trying not to show that Phoebe had brought up something bad, the girl started humming a soft tune as she painted her friend's nails. She was glad that Phoebe was happy with Chance asking her; the two were way to similar for a relationship between them not to work, and also, it would be pretty cute, the two of them together. "Of course we're going to have fun! Although, I'm going to steal him from you for a moment and talk to him later, if that's okay?" It was something that she had learnt to do over the years - you had to ask Phoebe if you wanted to do something, as she was a very emotional girl, and the slightest thing could upset her. If someone just walked in and asked to talk to Chance tonight, without clearing it with Phoebe first, then the girl would probably burst into walls of tears.

The daughter of Poseidon knew that Phoebe was worried about her attire - it was different to anything that she had worn ever before around the Academy, and she was scared that she was going to be looked at. "Honey, you have nothing to worry about," Chloe began, moving so that she could start painting Phoebe's toenails to match her fingernails, "you're going to look beautiful, Chance is going to love what you're wearing, and if anyone stares at you, it's going to be because how beautiful you look. Besides, I think you're going to look like a beautiful mermaid in that."

That was always a good way to go; appeal to her childish side. Mermaids were good.

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Lukas Tricon

The blonde haired boy smiled softly at Ness as she walked past him, and he took those few seconds to prepare himself. He had everything, didn't he? Wait, there wasn't anything for him to bring, just the little box that was situated in his hand. His mind was beginning to falter, wondering about things that he didn't have to, panicking about the slightest little thing. Maybe this had been an adventurous idea, deciding to come to the ball on the first day venturing out of his room in weeks. With Ava by his side though, he was going to be fine. Yes, that was what he was panicking about. Yes, that. Simple.

Luke's mindless ramblings stopped however when Ava stepped slowly out of the door, he felt like his breath had been knocked out of him. He had never seen a woman look so beautiful in his life, not even Clover. She looked absolutely stunning. There were no words to describe the mixture of feelings running through his system right now, but my god, the butterflies in his stomach were going wild. He had a strange urge to take her, hold her, and never let go, something that he had never felt for the girl that had been his best friend for years. He didn't realize that he was standing there, staring at her like a gormless fish until she stepped forward, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek. This snapped him back into the amazing reality that he had entered, and he floundered for a moment, looking for the right words to say.

"Erm... thanks. I... Ava, you look... w-wow..." His voice had obviously been carried away with his breath upon her sight, and soon, he was just holding out the little ornate box, a smile appearing on his face. Nova had been right - this had been the perfect colour to use. It went perfectly with the colour of her dress, and the sunshine colour of her hair. "For you."

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Ness Tate

Ness giggled at her friend's terribly Brooklyn accent, shaking her head softly. This however made her slightly dizzy, and she had to stop quickly. After three shots in a very short amount of time, the vodka was quickly going to her head; she was going to have to slow down with her drinking already. Unlike both Ava and Jules, Vanessa wasn't one for drinking very much, only on extremely special occasions would she let herself go over the edge and past "tipsy." She just didn't like the feeling so vulnerable and weak when alcohol was powering her, instead of her mind, so she made alcohol one of the scarcest things in her life. Tonight though, the vodka was going to be her best friend. And why was that? Because her real best friends were going to be elsewhere - one draped over Lukas, looking into his eyes all soppy, and the other was going to be drunkenly wandering around, and chatting up the history teacher. That one was a given; Jules was another of the girls with a crush on the teacher. Ness didn't like it at the best of times, but now? She was going to hate it even more. Hence, the vodka.

"Why thank you." She grinned happily, pushing any negative thoughts out of her mind as she linked her arm with Juliette, and walked into the auditorium. The committee that had been working on the ball, the one that she was supposed to have been on but severely neglected her duties for, had done an amazing job. It didn't look like the hall where the announcements were made or where inside gym class was held occasionally; it looked like a ballroom. The fairy lights looked like twinkling stars, draped around the room, and by the way there were sparkling, it literally made the room look as if it was alive and moving. "Wow..." She breathed out, her eyes fixated on the beauty of it. However, she was quickly brought out of her little reverie by the sound of Jules' voice, and the movement of her unlocking their arms.

"Mhm?" The confused Latina turned to ask her friend where she was going, and warn her that she couldn't leave her alone, but she was already gone, headed in the direction of the beautiful Nathan Hensleigh. He looked... well, beautiful standing there in his suit, leaning casually against something. It slightly irked the girl that he didn't even have to try to make her body react to him - her heart was already beating a thousand times a minute, and her cheeks were probably flushing red. She had no idea what Jules had gone over there to talk to him about, and she was about to turn away and preoccupy herself with something else, probably more alcohol, when Nate caught her eye. He looked at her, his eyes telling her more than words would have done at that moment in time, and she returned his look, a delicate smile making a brief appearance on her face. However, when Jules started talking, their locked eyes quickly fell, and she leaned back against the wall that she had been standing against, crossing her arms over her chest. Oh yes, alcohol was going to be needed, all right.

Ness pulled the small vodka bottle out of her bag again and took another sip, letting her worries and cares be whisked off by the amazing feeling of the alcohol trickling through her system. She overheard a snipet of Jules' voice, however hard she was trying not to, but she couldn't stop the amused smile from taking the place of her straight lips. Juliette had mentioned something about his hat. And if there was one thing that Ness knew about Nathan Hensleigh, it was that you didn't mess with the hat. "Oh, this is going to be good." She muttered to herself, that smile not fading away.

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Robbie Devaux

Robbie laughed along with his friend as he instantly knew what he was on about. "Oh, you know I'm amazing. Who else would have thought you two would have clicked together, right?" He paused for a moment as Alex spoke about Becca, and then pointed at him, a condescending tone taking over his voice. "Oh yes, I didn't introduce you, but she hurt you. Ergo, even though you loved her, not the best relationship in the world. Talking of that, I'll kill her if I ever see her. But Blitz won't hurt you, so I am still a genius." Robbie had quite the ego, and if anyone tried to bruise it, including Alex, he would protect it to the end. It was really one of the most manly parts that he had left about his personality, so he had to take the best care of it.

His smile came back to brighten up his face however when Alex said that he would keep the pants on. There was one thing that his best friend never argued with him on, and that was fashion. The two boys would argue about everything else; from history, to television, to philosophy, politics and even video games, but fashion was the one thing that Robbie was amazing at, and Alex practically knew nothing about. Without him there, Robbie believed that his friend would probably turn up to the ball in Thomas The Tank Engine PJ's or something, and even the thought alone made him shudder. "Remove the pants and die." He reiterated forcefully one more time, again warning his friends of the dangers that would occur if he even went near the button and zip of the pants.

Soon, he was dancing around the room, ignoring Alex's grumblings about him not pre-warning him about adding music to the ipod. It was best friend's rights, having total access to everything the other owns, so he hadn't said anything about it. Besides, Robbie had lost his own ipod months ago, and decided to use Alex's as a back up. It was good enough, and the two were usually together anyway, so there was no harm done. "You are not drinking before going out, Mister." He stopped mid arabesque and pointed at his friend again, using the same frown that he used when talking about the pants. "If you get there sloshed out of your brains, Blitz with murder you, then turn her fury on me. I'm not having that, okay? No child of Zeus is going to be angry at me!" He told him, before going back to his dancing. Yes, he was a terrible dancer, but there was no need for his friend to make fun of him for it!.... Okay , there was, that was the joys of their relationship, but still. Robbie continued on, without a a care in the world, singing along at the top of his voice until the song ended. Then, he turned to Alex, and pouted at him.

"Can we leave yet? Pretty please?"

Emilee Rivera

Emilee was in her room getting ready to go to the ball. She wasn't actually that thrilled to go for once, she didn't have the slightest clue why but she just didn't feel like going and she couldn't wrap her mind around actually going and participating in it, this all seemed stupid to her and she didn't even understand. It used to be her that forced Malcolm to go to these things. Emilee sat there and she was painting her nails because she knew if she did it in front of Robbie he'd beg to do it himself and she didn't want that to happen, no at all.

Soon enough she was just sitting there dreading the fact that this would be going on for quite sometime maybe she'd go off into the forest where she kept calm later on after she danced with Robbie for a bit. Emilee sighed and she decided it'd be better to get dressed in here as well. She already had her make-up done as well, the only thing she'd do with Robbie and Alex while getting ready was her hair and get her heels on but other than that..She was letting them have their guy fun.

After her nails were dry she went and she slipped on her dress that fit her nicely and hugged her body. The [url]gold dress[/url] was what she decided to wear. It wasn't something too flashy or slutty but it suited her just fine and plus it was a nice colour, it reminded her of the sun and that almost made her know exactly who she was. She was thankful the dress covered her gash on her back considering if Alex saw he'd flip. She shoved the things she needed to bring to where Alex and Robbie were in a bag. She turned everything off and made sure everything was put away before opening the door and leaving. She walked over to Alex's room and it wasn't a short walk although it wasn't a long walk either. Emilee had went and finally came upon his door. She knocked and entered her eyes closed at first. "Cover up if you aren't in case I see something that will put me through therapy for the rest of my life." She said laughing still eyes closed. She was mostly joking but there was some seriousness. She could hear the music and that only made her laugh more when she realized who it was. "Oh my gods, you two are seriously listening to this?" She asked.

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Blitz had still been sitting and she smoothed out her dress a bit and then made sure her hair was still in place, she was glad Alex agreed to go to one of these things with her, believe it or not she actually never went to these things and finally this year she had someone to go with. She'd have to thank Robbie later, he had introduced her and Alex a long while back and she still couldn't thank him enough for it. Robbie was probably her best friend besides Alex, Alex was more of her boyfriend but yet still her best friend at the same time. That was when Bailey had made introductions, “Blitz, Quinn. Quinn, Blitz. Bailey, booze.” Blitz laughed at the last one Bailey said but deep down she felt bad for the guy and wished there was something she could do. "Quinn's a pretty name." She said with a polite smile on her face and then watched Bailey go overr to his mini fridge.

“I also have Nos or Monster, if you girls have a preference for mixers,” he explained, glancing over to them as he set to alcohol-ifying his energy drink. "You look great too," he imparted, focusing briefly on Blitz. "Are you meeting Alex at the ball, or are he and Robbie coming here?" "I will pass on the drink bro, I don't plan on having alcohol before the ball, Robbie will scold me." She said jokingly and laughed. "Awe, thank you!" Blitz said and then stood up for the time being and hugged Bailey and then after a bit pulled back and smoothed out her dress again and sat down. "I am probably going to meet Alex and Robbie there unless they know where to come find me." She said smiling, the smile that showed her teeth and the one almost everyone loved.

Then Quinn started to speak and the blonde turned her attention to Quinn and give her full attention to the other blonde. "It's really nice to actually meet a girl."[b] She said as she gave a quick smile before Bailey got her attention with the quick hug and kiss. [b]"Which Bailey isn't that far from it.." Blitz smiled at Quinn in that little smile she seemed to always have plastered on her face. "It's nice to try and make female friends for once, I'm surrounded by guys, I think I may go insane." She said laughing at her own joke and then she laughed ore at Quinn's. "Bailey's the best of both worlds, could never ask for anything better than an over protective brother who likes to talk about girl things with you.. Robbie is a near second." Blitz said with a bright grin remembering all the things that her best friend did. "I actually just came to the school a few days ago. I've been unpacking.." She looked over at the door once more before she continued. "..and hiding." "Well you have plenty of time to settle in, welcome to the academy by the way."

That was when the topic shifted a bit, "I'm guessing you knew my sister." she said and Blitz looked at her a bit puzzled. "Clover" and it took Blitz awhile and then smiled, "I didn't know her too well infact I had never spoken with her to be honest, I knew her name though and who she was." Blitz said to Quinn.

Bailey’s nose wrinkled yet again, this time in response to Blitz in Quinn rhapsodizing about his… girlyness? He so wasn’t girly at all, if you utterly ignored his inexplicable love for the music of Katy Perry. Hell, most straight guys had done more with other guys than he had (which was an emphatic, painful nothing), and he could wipe the floor with them to boot.

His pricked masculinity was soon forgotten, though. Quinn was thanking him, to which he responded with a roll of those steely gray eyes. He wasn’t about to explain that he was the one who should be thanking her, and how crappy he felt about her having to go on the arm of her gay best friend. She deserved better than that… but Cale and Blitz didn’t need to hear about it, and Quinn would have just slapped him on the arm or something similar if he’d voiced his niggling guilt.

Well this isn’t awkward or anything. This time, he went right past nose-scrunching and into full-fledged glaring. The look he gave Quinn was equal parts stfu! and can’t believe you just did that… but given Bailey’s inability to express himself, even facially, it probably just came off as him looking a bit pissy with her. He was already to fumblingly smooth things over, his mouth actually open to do just that, but Cale either hadn’t noticed the comment of had the aplomb to ignore it, so Bailey dropped his protest rather than call further attention to the awkwardness that actually wasn’t.

”Sure is, buddy.” By then, he’d filled up a couple of plastic cups with a few ounces of vodka apiece, and he’d already sipped heavily from his own VARB. He happily handed off a cup to Cale, and offered one to Quinn as well… arching an eyebrow at Blitz when she refused, but he just shrugged and returned to his post at the “bar”.

”And here I thought vodka comes from potatoes,” he responded in his usual deadpan to Cale’s trivia. It was cheesy, terribly lame, and the hint of a smirk Bailey’s lips twisted into indicated that he was well aware of that fact. ”Yeah, Quinn bailed me out from going stag. Honestly I probably wouldn’t even be going if she hadn’t asked me… good enough excuse to wear a suit as any, I guess.” He shrugged, a touch uncomfortable, and decided to help himself to Blitz’s refused drink in two strong swallows. The clear liquid burned a trail of fire down his throat, then pooled with a warmth that was at once pleasant and uncomfortable in his very empty stomach. He chased it with his mixed drink, then set to pouring some more.

”Well, Alex and Robbie are welcome any time…” That a response to Blitz. He was glad to see she and Quinn seemed to be getting on. His expression softened when Cale spoke up again. ”I’m sure all you have to do is ask,” he responded, regarding dancing, completely oblivious to any irony that the statement might hold. ”Any guy,” he paused there for the sake of symmetry, since he didn’t have to burp. ”Or girl would be lucky to dance with you.” Drink in one hand, handle of vodka in the other, he leaned over to refill Cale’s cup.
”We should do a toast or something.” He announced this generally, and even poured a bit of Red Bull for the tee-totaling Blitz into an empty cup so that she could be a part of it. He paused in front of the mirror, straightening his bow-tie and smoothing out a bit of unevenness in his hair, then turned again to hand off Blitz’s cup. ”What are we drinking to?”

Chloe Huntington

Chloe watched as Phoebe's smile faltered, thinking over her proposition of stealing Chance away for a few moments. She could practically see the cogs turning around in red-head's brain, her eyebrows furrowing together as she thought. It was a rare sight, seeing Phoebe in such a deep state of concentration; she was so childish and silly most of the time that she never thought about anything. Soon, the girl began to speak, the smart and reasoning tone in her voice surprising the daughter of Poseidon. She listened to her friend, nodding along in affirmation. She had to give the girl credit; she had thought about it thoroughly, and had come up with a better idea.

"I suppose you're right." Chloe spoke softly, putting the lid back onto the nail polish once she was done. "I don't want to ruin our happiness for tonight, do I? And I don't want to upset him especially, because he's gotta keep little ol' you happy, right?" She smiled, bringing back that happiness that she had lost momentarily. "Let those dry, and don't touch them." She told Phoebe, looking down at her dress for once movement, to make sure that she hadn't spilt any of the green liquid down it, and luckily, she hadn't. Chloe nodded as Phoebe came back to her usual, happy, innocent self, and she had to smile at the one that had appeared on her "sister's" face. She knew that the mermaid thing was going to make her happy. "Oh, definitely like Ariel. But you'll be an even prettier mermaid than the one in the film."

Taking a moment, Chloe walked towards her deck and picked her phone up, sending a quick message to Malcolm. They hadn't sorted anything out about meeting each other, and she was just wondering what they would be doing. There was no harm in that, was there? Chloe was completely new when it came to boys and dates, purely because she was always so caught up gazing after Malcolm - not actually going somewhere with him.

Hey ^_^
I was just wondering where you wanted to meet tonight? We're almost ready!

"Do you know where you're meeting Chance tonight, honey?" She asked Phoebe as she placed her phone back on the desk, and moved over to delicately play with one of her friend's strands of beautiful hair. "Also, what are you doing with your hair? Down, or up?"

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Lukas Tricon

The smile that lit up Ava's face was heartwarming for Luke, and it made his smile grow even more. The feelings running through the blonde haired boy were strange and foreign, but they also made him happy. He knew, deep down, that this was wrong, having feelings for the girl that had been the best friend for both him and his girlfriend, but that was being pushed away by thoughts telling him that he didn't care. Clover wasn't in the equation any more, and as much as it hurt him to think it, it was growing on him that he didn't care any more. Clover was slowly disappearing from his heart and his thoughts, and being replaced by the beautiful Ava. The girl who wasn't going to leave him, the girl who wasn't going to hurt him. "I'm glad you like it." He spoke softly, his eyes being drawn to the beautiful flower for a moment, and how it didn't even compare to her gorgeousness.

"Of course I'm excited," Lukas smiled, reaching towards her, taking her hand softly in his, "because I get to spend the night with the most beautiful girl in the world on my arm." The words coming out of his mouth were words that he would have said to Clover in the past, but now, that just sounded like blasphemy. There was no other person in the world that he would have wanted to have with him tonight, not even Clover, and that thought made him extremely happy. His hand seemed to fit perfectly with hers, and he linked his rough, blacksmith fingers between her delicate ones. It was like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle had been put together for the first time.

"So, are you ready to go?"

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Ness Tate

Ness had to almost stop her mouth from falling to the floor when Jules took the hat off of Nathan's head, and instead, she laughed. The look of joy and rebelliousness was evident on her face as she tried to get away from the older man, but the expression on his face was the one that she was laughing at. His beautiful smile had been replaced by a scowl, and his eyes had changed from soft, to glaring. Ness had learn this lesson almost three years ago, when she had taken his hat off of her head - yeah, she cried herself to sleep that night from his reaction. She knew how protective he was over the darned thing, and it was only on the head of the beautiful brunette girl for a second, before it was whipped back off again. Observing this from the wall was quite entertaining.

Then, the man shot a smile in her direction, and it brought back the feelings that she was trying so hard to repress. Well, just until she got out of this ballroom anyway. The vodka was back in her hands in a moment, and she was taking another sip. Yes, she had taken quite a bit of the alcohol in a short time, but she couldn't think of any other way that she would be able to stop herself from going over there and taking him in her arms once again. She was of the legal age to drink anyway, so nobody could say anything about it. Also in her bag was a little bottle of whiskey, one of those ones that you would bring home from a family member after you've been on holiday. You'd only get four or five little sips out of it. She kicked herself away from the wall gently with her heel, knowing that if she had done it any harder, she would have broken her heel.

She passed Jules, who probably had only some conscious idea of where she was right now, and she walked over to the DJ table. She was only meters away from the male whom she cared about so much, and yet, despised for having her wrapped around his little finger. "I just wanted to say that you probably shouldn't let her near the music tonight, no matter what she says." She wasn't really talking to Nathan, more like her DJ, but her eyes kept flicking over to him. The DJ just nodded back to her, agreeing with her statement - she wasn't going to be letter Jules out of her sight if she could help it tonight, but the girl would probably slip out of her grasp - she was sneaky like that. The Latina girl then took the small bottle of whiskey out of her bag and placed it in front of the history teacher. The exchange wouldn't have been able to be seen by anyone but the DJ, not even Jules if she had been watching, as Ness' back would have been hiding it. "I saw your eyes darting over to that alcohol table. You're probably going to need it if you're going to survive the night." She smiled, her eyes looking into his. Her voice held a tone of seduction, and yet, also had an undertone of playfulness. She then turned away, making sure to do it slowly, and made her way back towards Jules. However, before she left, she turned around again and gave a nod. "I like the hat."

Vanessa moved her butt a little more than she usually would have done when she walked, seeing as it was in the direction of her history teacher, and wrapped her arm around Jules' shoulders. The vodka was beginning to go to her head now, and a small giggle escaped her lips. "So, Juliette. What do we do now, eh?"

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Robbie Devaux

Robbie knew that if there was any sign of Alex being under the influence of alcohol, Blitz would rip both of their sets of testicles off. Like he stated before, he didn't want a child of Zeus after him and angry at him, especially one that had been his friends for such a long time. Robbie understood that he was being a little bit paranoid and a little bit motherly, but he was totally serious about alcohol - it was the one of the only things that he was truly serious about, and Alex was the only person that knew why. It had everything to do with his past, and his father, but if anyone asked him why he was so up-tight about alcohol, his answer was that he had gotten too drunk once and ended up in hospital with blood poisoning.

"You're as stubborn as an Ares child, you know that?" He grumbled to his best friend, however a mocking tone was present in his voice. Soon, he sighed and gave in, knowing that Alex wouldn't give up until he got what he wanted. "Okay, okay - you can have a drink. Just... if you even smell of it, she'll kill me!" He brought back the playfulness into the room by pretending to die on his friend's bed, his tongue sticking out at the side, to add a touch of drama to his scene. His tongue came back into his mouth after a few seconds though - as he didn't like the feeling of his tongue going dry, and he didn't even have to look up when he was asked the question about tucking in or keeping out. "Keep it out. As much as it'd look nice tucked in, there needs to be some... relevance, that it's actually you wearing it, not my gorgeous masterpiece. So, keep it out." Robbie smiled, a small laugh coming out of his lips. He knew that Alex would look perfect before they left, and he would feel like Michelangelo, who had just finished his sculpture of David.

He soon bolted up from his position though as there was a knock on the door, and Emilee's sing-song voice floated through. "Em!" He shouted, as Alex went over to hug her. As soon as he was done, he shoved the brunette male out of the way and wrapped her in a hug once again, this one slightly better than the first, seeing as the two of them were now standing, instead of being a collapsed heap on the bed. "Alex, you're being mean again! Emileeeeee.... " Emilee was more than just Alex's big sister, she was also Robbie's. She was the only one who was able to sate both of their needs as a sibling. She was also able to get involved in their little tiffs and not be injured by Alex's harsh words. He poked his tongue out at Robbie as he hugged his date for the evening. "You love my music, Alex! You just won't admit it! You're a closet camp. You know you are." He winked at his best friend, before turning to Emilee once again, taking in her appearance properly for the first time. "He's right Em, you do look beautiful. Aren't I just so lucky to have you as my date?"

His smile was bright and true as he stood there. Robbie was extremely excited now, and he just wanted to get going and dance.

Quinn Thurston

Quinn had managed to get off easy with the comment about the awkwardness, as Cale seemed to have not heard it. She gave a quick smile to Bailey before making her way over to Blitz. As soon as Quinn let everything slip out of her mouth, she blacked out. It wasn't a physical black out, but Quinn felt the dark side of her begin to creep out. She shook it off several times before trying to focus, but failed.

With all the commotion in the room, Quinn found herself staring down the door like she expected something to happen. She blinked hard to concentrate on the conversation around the room. She had missed the response from Blitz, but tried hard to replay the scene she had no idea had just happened. "...I knew her name and who she was." This was all she caught. She placed her thumb and index finger on each temple. Alcohol. The rush of the effect hit her hard. This was the worst part of being the daughter of Tyche. In order to keep her unpredictable side under control, she had changed her whole entire life style. That meant rarely going out late, gambling, and most importantly drinking. With a deep breathe and slight lick of her lips, she forced a smile on her face. "That's good you didn't know her. You'll give me a chance now. We were opposites according to most." She had a moment of anger run through her when she began to stand. "Toast!"

"First! Let's get a little mood going for us.." She said as she walked towards what seemed to be Bailey's stereo. "You mind?" She said before continuing without a response. She grabbed her iPod out her clutch, hooking it up to the stereo. She went straight to We Are Young by fun., and smiled as she turned it up a little louder than you'd normally have music in the dorms. "Now it's time." She brushed the hair that had fallen loose from the bow she had managed to create with her hair, behind her ears. "I think we should toast to the possibilities this night will hold for us. The beginning of a new life for me, new friendships, and the chance of complete happiness surrounded by the people I'll always keep in my heart." She put her shot glass into the hair waiting for what all the others would be toasting about.

Emilee Rivera

Em still had her eyes closed when Alex spoke and he made a joke of it which made Emilee laugh. She opened one eye at a time and then smiled, "Alex, you're my brother I don't want to see you with your pants and panties off." She said teasing him. "Who knows maybe I'd like to secretly look at Robbie." She said and as she did the blonde's eyebrows moved up and down and she laughed obviously kidding. "I mean I did agree to be his date." Em said with a wink. That was when Alex had wrapped her up in a small hug and gently kissed her cheek. He then complimented her which meant a lot to Em because Alex wasn't one to lie so you had to treasure compliments. "Thank you, and no I don't believe you did tell me." She said.

Then that's when she heard Robbie speak "Em!" and she laughed as Robbie shoved Alex out of the way and wrapped her up in his arms. This hug was better than their jumbled mess of a hug earlier and she smiled. Then as always Robbie had to complain just about how mean Alex was and that always made her laugh. Eventually after their little bicker Robbie complimented her. "Awe, thank you Robbie, you are the luckiest person in the world to have me as your date!" She exclaimed but was mostly joking.

Soon she pulled away and then grabbed her bag she brought. She had all her stuff in there that she hadn't already put on. "I think I saw Blitz walking in the hallway Alex...I think she's headed for Bailey's room." Emilee noted to her brother and then grabbed her jewlery and she put it on. It wasn't much but it just worked so much better. Soon enough she had to go do her hair and so she sneaked into the bathroom hoping Robbie didn't notice because if he did, we all knew he'd be there trying to help her do it.

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Blitz Reka Licht

Blitz was sitting there and she hadn't really spoken much, honestly she just wanted to go and have fun. She mostly couldn't wait to see Alex. He'd be stunning and she already knew it, more so if Robbie had anything to do with it. She smiled at just the thought of Alex. The way he smiled at her just made her heart melt and every time he spoke it calmed her and just thinking about him made her go off in her own little world where no one could snap her back into it. She had one of those goofy yet cute smiles plastered on her face as she thought of Alex and how he may look. He's be wearing a suit of course and knowing that Robbie saw her dress he'd know what time to pick for Alex.

Soon she blinked and came back to reality. She looked at the room and had to blink a it more. What was going on? She missed everything and anything, anyone had said. Oh well, probably wasn't that important anyway. She was holding a glass of sorts and she didn't even realized she had taken it, they were making toasts now? Usually Blitz was good at this type of thing but she had hardly been paying attention. She raised her glass, "I'm toasting to a wonderful night of possible events and a time to remember and look back at, toasting to a wonderful start to a brand new year and hope everything keeps rises and only has to fall a little." She said. It wasn't her best but it was something and all she could come up with. She didn't want to seem rude but she had to finish a few last touches and on the other hand she didn't want to drink that stuff anyway.

She finally got her heels on and had them in place so they were fine. She added a few last touches and now all she had to do was wait until they could go, she wanted to leave now or perhaps Alex would come find her. She was excited for tonight but waiting for it to happen was actually boring her to be honest and she wished it hadn't and that she'd enjoy right now but she just couldn't.

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He nodded Quinn's way to signify that hijacking his stereo was perfectly fine. He nodded again, approvingly this time of her choice in music, and almost immediately his free hand was tapping out a tattoo on his thigh along with the drums or piano or drum machine by turn.

"Here here." Bailey was terrible at toasts. It was why he'd delegated it, sort of, to everyone else. He was more than capable of hoisting his plastic cup of vodka and taking a celebratory slug of it to their sentiments, though, and he did just that. He hadn't drank nearly enough that drunkenness would dull the burn of the alcohol yet, so he could feel it sluicing all the way down his esophagus to join the assault on his stomach lining and liver. "You were doing that thing where you travel to Alex-land, weren't you?" he asked Blitz after she regained her focus. He was glad the guy made her happy, so he was just teasing.

He was midway through a long sip of vodka when he suddenly found himself draped with Cale's slender arm. He'd said something, but it hadn't quite registered. Bailey had heard it, but for some reason, just hadn't seemed to process it. Be truthful about what? he found himself thinking. Something about drinking, and dancing, and then... Hey Bailey, if I asked you to dance with me, would you? The phrasing alone made it seem like a trap. Why not just ask him to dance? Did he not want to dance with Bailey, but was curious about whether he could if he did? Focus, Bailey. Think of a lie. Any lie. Something charmingly self-deprecating. His eyebrows had shot up on his forehead, resulting in a look of perpetual astonishment, and he found himself looking to Quinn, to Blitz, for help. Maybe Quinn would insist that she be the only one to dance with him? That would be convenient, and totally possible... if Quinn were some kind of jealous, possessive crazy person who considered him her property. Blitz barely seemed cognizant of what was going on, so she'd be no help.

Then of course there was the fact that Cale was so up close and personal. It wasn't lascivious or off-putting. In fact, it was rather nice. It felt... right. The other boy was warm, or maybe they were both warm, he wasn't sure of the logistics, only that there was an awful lot of warmth that was threatening to make him perspire. He stalled for time by filling Cale's unspoken drink order, but his hand shook just a little, and he ended up spilling a few drops of the clear social lubricant on the counter. Why couldn't he have waited until I was tipsy? It sounded whiny and teenage in his head, and he was finally out of time. The Jeopardy music had run out.

"Um." Be truthful. As if he had a choice in the matter. His deception skills were about on par with his ability to sleep peacefully. Somehow he managed to get some words out around the almost painful lump that had lodged in his throat. "Well, I mean, if you wanted to I guess we could." He had the inexplicable urge to tug at his collar, but he didn't let himself give in. "You know. As friends, or whatever," he qualified, his voice a little tight. He had said any guy, hadn't he? Yeah. Or whatever. With his absurdly awkward reply discharged, he was quick to gulp down the rest of both his drinks, two-fisting it and then shaking out his head as the energy drink and too-much vodka rushed his system. His eyebrows had settled down a centimeter or two, leaving him looking more perplexed than astonished, and he decided that the way his heart was pounding was surely responsible for the blood that had crept into his cheeks to make them warm and faintly red. Seeing himself, flushed and so incredibly lame in the mirror, he only grew even more self-conscious.

"So yeah. I suck at dancing,". He just never knew when to quit. "Just a, uh, warning, for anyone I might... end up dancing with." He nodded solemnly, and couldn't quite bring himself to pull away from Cale

Quinn Thurston

Quinn had finished her toast when the other's began to go off on different conversations. It seemed Blitz had completely checked out of reality and was now in a completely different place. As she seemed to come to, Quinn caught the word Alex come from Bailey's mouth, so she expected Blitz had been imagining the night ahead of herself. Quinn had always wanted to find somebody that would make her do that. Completely forget where she was and just want to think about them the rest of her life, but she hadn't gotten to chance to actually look for something serious because by the time she controlled her crazy behavior she was walking through the front door of Olympus. Of course, she planned on making friends here and maybe even more than that, but her first week wasn't even over yet and she had only met a handful of students that actually attended the school.

By the time she finished her drink, she was watching a scene lay out in front of her as Cale seemed to already have the effects of alcohol taking control of the shy boy that had stepped into Bailey's room moments earlier. She thought about how many cups she'd drank compared to Cale and realized the difference in the boy. It was like he was downing two cups for each half she finished. She rolled her eyes at the idea of him hitting the floor halfway through the dance and her having to drag him back to Bailey's room. Wait, why Bailey's room? She thought to herself, and she soon realized why her mind had went there. Cale had now wrapped his arm around Bailey's shoulders and saying something. Quinn took a step closer to hear what the boy was saying and when she did, she felt a huge smile come across her face. 'Hey Bailey, if I asked you to dance with me, would you....Be truthful.'

The expression that came across Bailey's face was one of utter confusion mixed with something that Quinn found amusing. She quickly made pace for Bailey's mini fridge as she could feel Bailey's eyes trying to signal her for recovery or better yet help. She filled her cup up with a mixture of energy drinks with a hint of vodka because this was her first school event, so she thought being completely shit-faced was not the ideal look for the child of Tyche that was trying to change. She could imagine herself walking into the ball slurring every word screaming, 'I swear I'm not like my siblings. I'm the different Tyche.' Covering her mouth so the laugh wouldn't make it from her lips, she walked back over to the two boys to hear Bailey was actually coming up with a reply. She placed a hand on her hip, sitting on Bailey's bed with the biggest smile plastered on her face.

'Well, I mean, if you wanted to I guess we could...You know. As friends, or whatever.' As friends, or whatever. She let the smile be replaced with the most devilish smirk, as she gave Bailey one of her many looks that said 'You idiot!' with a small flip of her hand towards him. 'So yeah. I suck at dancing. Just a, uh, warning, for anyone I might... end up dancing with.' Quinn stood fixing her dress and walking over to where she had tossed her shoes and put them on with one hand against the wall to keep balance. "Honestly, Cale. You'll be the first one I'll let him dance with!" She gave a wink towards Bailey before splitting the two up as she wrapped her arms around her dates waist. "Time to head over, don't you think?" She asked as she left one arm around Bailey's waist. "And Cale, you can always cut in any time."