Luau: The Main Campfire: Friday Evening

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

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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Re: The Campfire

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

On another day, he might have actually taken it. On another day, he wouldn't have gotten confronted with the harshest truth of them all earlier, though, and he stared at her hand for far too long before looking down and blushing furiously.

"I--dancing is hard," he stuttered, cheeks bright red and hands curled so tightly into fists that he could feel his nails biting into his skin.

Re: The Campfire

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

Kaylee watched him for a moment, bit her lip, and dropped her hand. He was all red. "...want a marshmallow instead?"

Re: The Campfire

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"You have some?" Ned asked, peeking up at her from where he'd been staring hard at the sand.

Re: The Campfire

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I can get some," she replied. "You can show me how to toast 'em right."

Re: The Campfire

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Okay," he said, raising his head some more, glancing at her briefly before looking at his shoes. "I can do that. We'll need to find a stick too. Not too long or we'll end up with a crispy stick with a white sticky hand at the end."

Re: The Campfire

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Wait right here," she said with a quick, cheerful smile, as she hurried off to get some marshmallows and sticks. As soon as her back was turned, she let herself worry a little bit about what was wrong with him, but it weren't like her heart was set on dancing, anyway.

Re: The Campfire

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Bad day," Ned mumbled when she was out of earshot, dropping his head into his hands and wondering if this would be the day the world would swallow him up whole. Digby trotted back over and laid across his feet.