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I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your Valentino just for you

Ooh love - ooh lover boy
What're you doing' tonight, hey boy
Set my alarm, turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy

The gentle, slightly jazzy music wouldn't last for long, at least not with Alan Macbeth in the hall that night. No, this evening was in store for something a little more rambunctious, if he had anything to say about it and Alan always had something to say about everything, whether his comment be helpful or spiteful. The British youth was well known for doing the unexpected and the dangerous and not caring about what anyone else thought of him. But for all his well-publicized stunts, Alan could dress himself without portraying himself as a complete fool.

His shoes, slick with their shine, squeaked against the floor as he marched briskly into the hall, one hand in the pocket of his black dress pants. He was wearing a jet-black jacket, (the only "formal" jacket he owned that wasn't meant for the hunt or the show ring) which was covering his red and black waistcoat. It didn't seem that he had been too exacting when he had put his tie on, for it was slightly askew, but only slightly. He had absolutely nothing to attempt and tame his wild sandy locks, except for funning a comb through them, and so they cascaded over his blue eyes in their usual manner of casual elegance. As was the norm, the ladies' man looked his usual head-turning self, only tonight he exhibited something remotely foreign: class. And his dressy clothes did not make him feel awkward or out of place in the slightest; instead he took it all in stride, shoving both hands in his pockets as soon as he had slipped through the door an had entered the room.

Although he had never been a fan of jazz, he had tolerated most forms of music fairly well, even for someone so entirely opinionated, but this selection of sappy jazz pieces were sappier than some of the sappiest songs he had ever heard (and all of those had been of the jazz genre). He frowned slightly, where was the rock and roll, where was something...a little more engaging than this? He was supposed to be at the school formal dance, not at some fancy ball.

Having asked no one to the social event and having nothing better to do with himself at that moment, he deftly navigated his way through the crowd, or lack thereof, that was beginning (he hoped) to gather in the hall. This was lame, lame music, lame turnout and lame energy in the air and he demanded that the atmosphere improve so he might justify dressing up like this and missing out of daring the first year boys to run into the girls' bathroom stark naked. And, making his way over to the dark corner, he slipped behind the black covers that hid the stereo from few and set about messing with it, searching through the playlist. It soon became apparent that there was nothing of true interest playing o n the device and if he wanted to get anything done, he might as well start rummaging . With nefarious thoughts in mind, he pawed through a plastic tube full of thumb drives and CDs, finally pulling out one that looked promises. He inserted it into the stereo, caring nothing for discrete manners, pressed play, cranked up the volume and prepared himself for the surprised mutters that would follow the rock 'n' roll music blasting out on high sound.

Then he looked up at the silhouette, looming above him and illuminated by the colored lighting

Status: Open to all and any
Notes: There may be multiple people on this thread, but please don't hesitate to start another thread for the dance if you want a more private-typed thread.
Listening to: Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen
Mood: Generally all right and sanguine
Word Count: 650

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I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your Valentino just for you

Ooh love - ooh lover boy
What're you doing' tonight, hey boy
Set my alarm, turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy.

"What are you doing, Macbeth?" Came the irate-sounding female voice and for a moment, Alan froze, wide-eyed, like a child who had been caught doing something naughty. Then his smile returned, plastered onto his already mischievous face and when he spoke, it was wither carefully measured sarcasm.

"Oh, you learned my name, did you, Her." He said, pulling himself into a standing position after clambering off his one-knee kneeling stance. "Congratulations. What else have you learned since then, the alphabet?" His customary greeting to here did not come off as sounding very pleasant, but in truth, he was very pleased to see her. Someone whom he knew and someone whom he enjoyed playing his little "mind games" on, would allow him to continue thinking that perhaps the night would not be a complete waste. The music began to pick up as the sound of electric guitars blared out into the room. The sound hit the roof and bounced back, making that lovely, first-time rock 'n' roll sound when the genre is played for the first time in a night in a large room and Alan watched in obvious amusement as people turned their heads in surprise at the sound of the changed stereo.

Still smirking his usual, gleeful smirk, Alan rocked backward and forward on the heels of his shoes, delighted with the effect he created. He was sincerely hoping that this was the first one of many more to follow that night, but his hopefulness stemmed from his not having any more ideas on how to make another noticeable impact at that moment. There was also another problem, a flaw in his agenda: Her. Every so often, he would cast her a gleeful, but generally friendly look as they stood there, but he could think of nothing interesting to say to her. It was a dilemma he had never had before and he hoped he would never have to endure it again, yet there she was and there he was...without anything to say or anything shocking to do. Perhaps she could make the next move? Yeah, that would happen, well, he would know if it would happen...if he was a mind reader.

Why, all of a sudden, was she so difficult to talk to? Was it because there was nothing at hand with which he could make a fool out of somebody? Did he always have to making an amusing mess to get the attention of his friend? Well, she really wasn't his friend, at least, not in the way she treated him, but he wouldn't classify her as an enemy either, unless...and he cast her another hidden, sideways glance. No, that wasn't it, that was insane, it was impossible. And yet...no, he didn't, he didn't have a crush on Her, did he?

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Word Count: 488
Listening to: My cat purring
Mood: Who knows? I just woke up
Notes: None

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I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your Valentino just for you

Ooh love - ooh lover boy
What're you doing' tonight, hey boy
Set my alarm, turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy.

Alan snorted, a rather odd sound coming from someone with his amount of self-imposed class. But he moved out of the dark corner in which he had been hiding and into the light. For a moment, he said nothing, but he surveyed the assembled people with sparkling blue eyes.

"Staff members?" He confirmed, turning to Her with an expression of incredulity upon his finely-carved features. "I don't see any staff members." He grinned widely, satisfied with the impact he had made on the scene. It was always excellent to know that he was pissing someone off.

But what now? Here he was, standing the middle of the school dance surrounded by happy people, coupled people and in the company of one whose name he didn't even know. She had expressed to him very clearly, that she really didn't have the time for a boyfriend, but then he wondered what she was doing here in the first place. Should he ask her to dance? She probably wouldn't take such an advance on his part very kindly (she most probably wouldn't take any advances from him very kindly at all), so perhaps he could find something, certainly not as entertaining, to do with her. Well, entertaining was only part of the term, because...she was very pretty, especially like this. He shook his head quietly like a dog with water in his ears. He didn't need any of that right now, no, that was foolish and it was certainly not happening, at least, not on his watch.

"You thirsty?" He asked, conversationally, and he was relieved to discover that his voice bore on hint of the thoughts he had been entertaining mere seconds before he had spoken. His brain and its little light bulb ideas was a dangerous thing and he was beginning to feel wary around it.

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Word Count: 325
Listening to: Crushcrushcrush by Paramore
Mood: Tired
Notes: I am losing my muse....nooooooooo