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Luau: The Main Campfire: Friday Evening

The irony of having a Hawaiian luau while in Greece probably hadn't escaped anyone. But given that the majority of the students probably couldn't pinpoint Hawaii on the map, it didn't seem like that was enough of a reason to cancel what had become a summer tradition.

So in the early evening, the main campfire was transformed into a party place with coconuts, grass skirts, and leis for everyone. A pig was slowly roasting over the fire, and a huge ~~moddable~~ buffet spread out to the flagpole.

A dance floor was set up, and Hawaiian music was playing, but there was also plenty of grass spread with blankets for the less-rhythm-inclined.

[OOC: YAAAAAY LUAU! Students, teachers, and townies all welcome!]

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Cal smirked a little. "I think my mom wanted to get me into ballet at some point," he commented, scrunching up his face to show a clear and evident distaste for the idea. It didn't even strike him until afterwards that the idea sounded even more ludicrous than he intended, for obvious reason.

"It can't be the only thing you're good at," he also added.

"Ballet, uh?" Amber said more to herself as her eyes swept over him. His build was slight and she was under the impression that most ballet dancers were slender and light. Maybe why his mom wanted to get him involved. But his expression did not warrant further discussion of that subject.

"Well," she mused, twisting her lei around her neck. "I used to work in a morgue so I can paint the dead to look happy and healthy, just appearin' to be asleep."

That got a blink or two out of Cal.

"You used to work in a morgue?"

"Yah, you betcha," she told him. "It was easy to practice my tap."

...and that didn't make much sense, but Amber clearly didn't get that.

Cal scratched his chin a bit. "How do a morgue and tap go together?"

"The floor was smooth tile," she explained.

"What? So you tapped while you did up all the dead stiffs?"

"I did," Amber replied, looking slightly shifty. "I had to get my practicin' in, so I had to do it at work."

Amber? Now officially ranked among the coolest girls ever. Not that it was hard, because there were probably only a handful of them there as it were (and he was related to one), but still.

"Pretty clever," he complimented with a light grin.

She grinned wide and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "Yah, thanks. Just do what you gotta do, I guess."

"Knowing that you tap," Cal added, "really will help support my idea that Tennant should make the play a musical."

"Wait, what? You think the play should be a musical?"

"Yeah, I threw it out there but I don't think he was too keen on the idea."

"Yah, I can't see him bein' too keen either. Actually, I have a hard time wrappin' my brain around that one and you're totally jokin' around with me aren't you?"

Cal lifted his eyebrows, tight lipped to either signify his silence on the matter or to keep from grinning too much. Probably both. "I might be," he said. "I might not. Who knows?"

And Amber didn't know him well enough to be able to distiguish.

"Did you try the pork, Cal?"

"Yup," Cal slowly grinned. "Good stuff. The food's the whole reason I came to this thing."

"You mean it's not to do the hula in a grass skirt before the fire?" she asked, her face completely stoic.

Hey, she could tease while she tried not to tease, oh my gosh.

"Okay, fine," Cal gave a very heavy sigh. "You caught me. You're too smart for me, Amber."

"Nah, I've just learned somethin' very important about you, Cal," she said, her eyes teasing.

"What? That I like hula dancing?"

"For one," she said, sashaying her grass skirt and avoiding eye contact for the time being.

Cal's own avoidance of eye contact was more for distraction toward the grass skirt than anything else.

"Is there a for two?" he asked.

"Oh yah, you betcha. But I'm callin' that confidential," she said, biting her lip, continuing with the movement of her hips. The grass was itchy against her bare legs but Amber hardly seemed to notice.

"That isn't fair," Cal argued. Whether he was talking about Amber calling it confidential or the way her grass skirt was moving and making him bite his lip a little was a little unclear in his head.

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