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Arts & Crafts 3, Tuesday Afternoon, Main Campfire

This afternoon Steve was standing over a table of useless junk. At each of the tables for workshoppers were glue, glitter, paint, and pipe cleaners.

"Today we're going to work on improvisational art," Steve said. "I've...~~handwavily~~ appropriated some items from a store in town." He'd tried to pay, but there didn't seem to be anyone to pay. "You are to incorporate at least one of them into your project. Make whatever you want. Go wild. Have fun."

After a moment of silence, he added as a sort of footnote, "The theme of your project should be, 'Why the Superhuman Registration Act is a bad idea and will never work.'"

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Savannah? She was staring at Johnny.

Johnny noticed Savannah staring too. Giving her a crooked, sexy little grin, he walked, no he strutted over to her. "Hey, sweetheart."

"Hey, Johnny. You're looking... shiny... today."

Wasn't this the guy she had the strong case of the hots for... who feared glitter?

"Thank you for noticing, babe," he said softly, stepping closer to her. "Do you like the way it makes me look?" Johnny flexed his muscles, just enough to hopefully catch her attention.

"It certainly makes your muscles look that much more prominent."

What did one say to the guy you liked who had just glued pieces of a CD to himself? This was not covered in the Grimoires.

"Do you want to touch me?" He leaned down, eye-level with her now. "You can, if you'd like. I'm my own art project, feel free to explore, if that is your desire."

That would be a mental *facepalm* Savannah was doing. He had to be drunk. True, Johnny was spontaneous and blunt, but she was sure she had never seen him acting this way before.

Of course, she was in no way going to turn him down. What, you thinks she was crazy?

She reached out her hand and ran it along his arm.

"You should let me take a picture of you. I have never seen such a pretty piece of artwork."

Johnny watched her hand glide down over his arm and saw some of the glitter float away. Smirking, he said, "Of course you haven't. I'm pretty much incomparable. And Savannah, please, take a picture if you want. But first, be a sweetheart and put more glitter on me?"

Oh yes, she was going to be taking photos of this and quite possibly sketching him, too.

Why no, she didn't honestly think about suggesting he put glue -- or baby oil! -- on him to keep the glitter in place on his skin. Why do you ask?

"Why, of course, Johnny," she said in her best simpering tone. She wasn't very good at it, but it did seem sincere and like she couldn't stop paying attention to him. Eve was going to fall on her ass laughing when she replayed this for her later.

Savannah retrieved the glitter and doused him quite liberally with it... including his pants. Why not?

"Oh, now you are extra shiny," she said with a cheerful grin as she took out her camera phone and started clicking away.

He watched her every move; he knew she liked looking at him, touching him, making him extra shiny for everyone to take note of and admire. Johnny stood straight, his shoulders squared, showing off his tight, fit form.

Smiling at Savannah, he inclined his head briefly, "Thank you, sweetheart." Then he totally posed for the pictures. "Get my good side--" he chuckled "--I suppose I don't have a bad side, do I?"

Oh yes, she was very much enjoying this -- probably not for all of the same reasons that he was thinking, though. Yes, she enjoyed touching him, but the making him shiny? This was fun for so many different reasons in her mind.

She clicked away at him, already deciding where the photos would be posted or shown to. Because honestly, she couldn't keep this all to herself, could she?

"Of course not. All of your sides are good and I cannot wait to show these photos to other people. They are definitely too pretty to keep to myself."

"You certainly know how to put a smile on a guy's face, don't you Savannah?" He grinned, quirking a brow. "And by all means, show them to as many as people as you like."

His eyes purposefully and meaningfully, swept over her, "Do you wish to be all shiny too?"

Oh, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny...

She grinned at him. "I enjoy making you smile, Johnny," she said with an impish look.

"Now that would depend on how exactly you intend to make me shiny..." She met his eyes.

"Did you know," he said, reaching out as he went to trace over her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, "that there are many ways to make me smile?"

Johnny lowered his gaze to her chest, then slowly lifted his lashes to lock eyes with her. "I can come up with a couple suggestions to make you shiny, love. Of course, you probably won't look as shiny as me, but I'm certain you'll be beautiful nonetheless."

She definitely enjoyed that touch. "I'll have to explore those ways."

When he paused at her chest, it was a very, very good thing Eve wasn't in this class with them. She would have killed him for that.

"I wouldn't mind getting a little bit glittery, Johnny," she said with a grin, as she continued to snap photos with her camera.

"Yes, you will. I am perfect, Savannah, therefore most enjoyable."

He gave her a crooked grin, "Getting glittery requires one to take off their shirt."

He did not just suggest that she take off her shirt in the middle of class... did he?

"Johnny... I don't relish getting detention for stripping in class." Her smile was still pleasant.

Class... which is why he had not been thrown into a wall for suggesting she take off her shirt.

This was certainly not the same way he had acted with her before.

"Hmm, yes, I wouldn't want you to get detention either." He sighed dramatically and cocked a leg out, settling one hand low on his hip. "Then I suppose there is only thing left to do, Savannah."

She smiled and raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be, Johnny?" She was really curious as to what he came up with.

He crooked his finger at her, "You need to come closer and press your body against mine."

Savannah had to grin at that. She stood up again and moved to stand in front of him. "You certainly know how to talk to a girl," she said with an impish grin.

Johnny reached out, attempting to pull her in close, "Yes, I know," he said softly, grinning down at her. "It's just my natural allure."

Savannah let him pull her close to him. "It's a natural something," she said with a big smile.

Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, pressing her against him with his hands splayed at the small of her back. "You are going to be very shiny, Savannah."

As Johnny pressed her against him, she could just imagine explaining all of this to the guys in her cabin later. There was going to be glitter everywhere, but she had been curious to see how far Johnny would go with whatever he was up to today.

He would no longer be able to act cautious of glitter. She now had proof that he liked it.

"From where I'm standing, shiny is very good, Johnny," Savannah smiled up at him.

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