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Dating, Hooking Up and Sex, Class 3, Friday period 3

There was a woman dressed all in black skintight leather standing next to Dean when the class filed in.

"Hi guys," Dean greeted them. "You're all probably wondering who the hot girl beside me is. This, ladies and gentlemen is my Baby. She's also not usually human, but she's always hot. Usually she's my '67 impala, and I have no problem admitting that I love her. If I didn't, she wouldn't be here like this -- last summer there was a weekend here was a weekend where everything people really really loved became human, like my Baby here. As I'm sure some of you have already discovered, that particular brand of Fandom weirdness is happening again. And before any of you ask, yes, she is who I'm referring to in the title of the last class in the syllabus." He grinned. "Not quite as kinky as you all were afraid it was, is it?

"And speaking of the syllabus, today's class is about how to find someone to do all that stuff you wrote down in your lists last week. Today we're going to concentrate on the hooking up part of the class title.

"So you know what you want and you've found someone who is hot. Or interesting, or cute, or a green alien with three heads from Alpha Centuri. Whatever floats your boat. You've found someone you're attracted to and you want to get to know them better. There's tips I can give you on various kinds of approaches and lines and all that, but really the thing you have to always keep in mind in these situations is nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"Doesn't matter if you're looking for someone to jump your bones as soon as you exchange names or someone who you want to have a long slow courtship with lots of dating and handholding and blushing before you get to the good stuff. If you don't take that first step and talk to the person, nothing's going to happen except you pining from afar. So make a move. Stomp on your nerves, take a deep breath and go over and say hi.

"Once you get talking, the best thing you can do is pay attention -- real attention -- to the other person, to what they're saying and how they're saying it. Find things you have in common to talk about, and watch their body language -- you can learn a lot just by watching how they move in reaction to what you're saying.

"Humor works well to break the ice and settle the nerves, as does complimenting the person you're trying to hook up with. And I mean real compliments -- things that you're genuinely liking. You can throw fake things out there of course, but fake is fake. It always works a lot better when you're honest.

"And once you've got talking for a while, you'll be able to tell if this is something worth pursuing or if you should just cut your losses and leave. And if it's the former, there'll be a moment where it'll feel like the right time to make a move, ask for a date. Or a one night stand. Or whatever it is you're looking for. And that's when you take a deep breath and ask. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

He paused to take a sip of his coffee that was sitting on the bar before continuing. "Now I can't give you a step by step, this is what you say and when you say it because every person, every situation is going to be different. What works for me won't necessarily work for you. So this next part I want to stress is merely an example of one way of hooking up and not the One True Hookup. But I wanted to show you something before turning you lose on each other so..." He gestured at the Impala standing next to him. "My Baby and I are going to demonstrate."

Dean and Impala then proceeded to have a back and forth that seemed to be mostly about driving except every word was ladened with innuendo. After a few minutes of that, Dean turned back to the class, noting which students looked a hair away from facepalming themselves out of existence. "So that tends to be how the two of us go about things.

"Now it's your turn," he continued, rubbing his hands together. "Today's assignment is to find someone in the class you want to hit on -- or at least that you can pretend you want to hit on -- and do exactly that. No, I don't expect you to necessarily have the same goal in mind as my Baby and I did, or to approach it the way we did. Do what feels right for you. I'm not going to mark anyone down because they would rather quietly discuss philosophy or a good book instead of throwing around double entendres and innuendos. Just as long as I see that you're making an effort, you'll pass. So, have at it. Get venturing."

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Find a classmate (or TA or human for the weekend object -- the Impala is always willing to help out -- or Dean, if hitting on the teacher is your thing) and get to venturing with the hitting on.

Sookie...didn't really know how to feel about this, with her boyfriend out of town and all. Furthermore, hitting on Bobby usually consisted of teasing, or blushing, or skipping the formalities and kissing him. Or combinations thereof. Was it her fault they were both huge dorks?

So, she was a little anxious as she looked around for a partner, deciding she'd have to draw on what she saw in other people's heads.

It was a matter of principles not hooking up, or doing anything remotely over the friendly level, and that was more than enough for Cloud.

"This is a little forced", said to the blonde he decided won't try to hook him up...or whatever.

"Well, we're being told to hit on each other for a class," Sookie replied, arching an eyebrow and blushing. "I'd be a bit alarmed if it was easy."

Cloud shrugged. "Some people...don't mind it?" He wasn't about to blush like her, but he was already nervous in this class. "I am not particularly good with this kind of things anyway." Which would be obvious to anyone that knew him...and that was a limited list.

As if he had remembered something just there, Cloud eyed Sookie. "I am not going to hit on you, by the way." He didn't know if that could be taken as an offense, but trying to add anything would probably make it worse.

"Thanks," Sookie said dryly, unsure whether she should be grateful for that, or vaguely insulted. "I have a boyfriend," she added, "so I wasn't really looking to actually...you know, fulfill the assignment. But I'm pretty sure the point is to...hit on one another. Like he said."

"Don't take it as an insult", he replied, maybe a little too soon. "I just...don't do that kind of thing." Another shrug. "It's not a surprise; you do look good." And he needed to shut up. Cloud almost facepamed, but he got an idea.

"Maybe...you can explain to me how would you do it? Would that still be in accordance with the assignment?"

Sookie felt her cheeks heat up. "...you know, what Dean said. Just do what he said. Do what feels natural, and make your interest known," she said, embarrassed. "Um. And who said I was insulted? It's not like I do this kind of thing very often, thank you. I'm a nice girl."

Cloud's shoulders would complain later at the shrugging. "It...doesn't feel natural. It's been several years since I've actually felt...that kind of attraction." He smiled a little. "And I'm aware I am a terrible flirter, so..." They could keep up forever at this rate.

So she was a nice girl, alright. "I don't see why anyone should do this very often."

Christian looked a little sketched out by the whole concept. He didn't want a random hook-up; he wanted True Love.

Still, for a class assignment he could always talk to somebody. He surveyed the class, trying to pick his target.

Eventually, deciding it had been a while since they 'talked' anyway, Ariel relocated herself over by Christian, presenting him with a smile and something scribbled in big letters on her notebook:

"Hi, Christian! How have you been?"

"I'm fine," Christian smiled at her ~~after eras passed and the earth cooled~~. "I'm going to sing in a band! How have you been?"

"Good!" Ariel had written back. "And a band? What kind? I'll have to come listen to you sometime; I bet you're a very good singer."

And the nice thing about writing was that it was easier to cloak the fact that you were a little jealous. Ariel missed singing enough that she'd vow to go to everyone one of her voice lessons with Sebastian if it meant she could just sing again...But she was still glad for Christian. At least someone got to do it, right?

"I do my best," Christian said modestly. "It's Jono's band, if you know him? He said something about ... grunge." No, Christian still didn't know what that was. "But he seemed open to my ideas. We're having our first practice Tuesday."

Any feelings of envy dissipated quickly, drowning in the new wash of excitement that passed over Ariel's face.

"Jono's my big brother!" she wrote with happy, bouncing letter. "Where will you be practicing?"

Surely, her big brother would let her sit in on rehearsals! Surely he would! Oh, this was perfect! This was very good news, indeed, and plans were hatching in her head, despite her recent vow that she wasn't going to try to make things happen anymore.

"The record shop in town," Christian answered, eyes sparkling. "You should come! It's an open shop, and the more the merrier, after all."

... not that he ~~or the mun~~ had asked Jono about this.

"Was he a good brother? Mine wasn't much for it."

Look at that; the band hadn't even started practicing yet, and already they've got themselves a groupie.

"He's fantastic!" Ariel wrote. "I adore him, even if he is a big grumpypants :) Who was your big brother? Anyone I'd know?"

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Ariel, of course, had brought a big notebook with her to class and she pulled it out and plopped it on her desk as she looked around hopefully to target in on her two requirments for a hook-up: male and had lips. Of course, she planned on going in for a kill herself, but she also figured she could try at least a few within the span of the class, and she certainly wasn't going to be against anyone approaching her while she tried to debate the levels of previous hook-ups and conversations and whether to go in for what would be a sure thing (hello, Christian), what could enhance newer but developing relationships (Luke, Cloud-with-the-hair) or to venture into sadly little tread territory (...those other guys).

Decisions, decisions!!!

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Raven had zero interest in trying to hit on someone. She already knew she'd do it badly. Besides, she didn't have any interest in casual hookups without emotional attachment.

She was so not going to look at Chuck.

Or Karla for that matter.

Which, of course, meant that Karla had to try to catch Raven's eye and wave. It was how these things worked.

All right, so she did glance over at Karla. Just in time to see her wave. And she couldn't help but smile back at her. "Hello, Karla," she said.

Maybe she just wanted to talk and not do the stupid assignment. Maybe?

Suuuuuuuure she did. She wasn't thinking about Karla's awesome kissing at all.

"Kiss kiss," Karla said, because it was habit and not because it was Torment Raven Day or anything. "You look less than pleased."

No, not at all. Really!

"I am still not certain how I ended up in this class," Raven complained. "I do not need to practice these things."

"Think of it as better understanding of how our classmates work," Karla suggested. "At least, that's how I explained it to my parents. You're learning about emotions, right? Sex is a powerful motivator. You don't have to use what you know, just understand it."

"Understanding would be helpful," Raven conceded. "Such as how I do not understand how some people are able to divorce the act of sex from the feeling of love. For me they are intertwined."

Yes, for all her vast experience.