fandomhigh | Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Tuesday

This time when the Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles students arrived to class, the room was set up without any desks at all. Instead, there was an area set up at the front of the room to be a sort of stage, with the rest of the chairs all facing that direction.

“Today,” Neal said, “we’re going to talk about motivation and incentive. Often, when you’re working on a heist or a project, you’ll need to work with people to get what you want. In a lot of situations, the best way to get someone on your side is to give them what they want. Incentive.”

It also happened ot be one of the things he was best at. It so happened that providing incentive was easier when it was coming from someone with, well, Neal’s face, but he was hardly going to point that out.

“Feeling out the things that motivate people takes skill,” he conceded. “It won’t always be crazy cat ladies who’ll melt for a glimpse of your PETA membership card. So today, we’re going to do a little improv exercise.”

He held up a clipboard he’d been using to write notes, waving it in the class’ direction. “When I call you up in pairs of two, I’ll give you your scenario. One of you will have an assignment – like convincing a bouncer to let you into a bar when you’re too young. It’s your job to motivate the person you’re talking to so that he or she is inclined to help. You’ll have five minutes to get what you want.”

NOT DIRTY.

Then he surveyed the clipboard and began calling out the names of pairs.

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Great, of course it was the weirdest option.

"I don't get raped and murdered right in front of your house on my way to my car," Quinn shrugged. "And I'll drive you home, so you don't get raped and murdered either."

Surreal just leaned back in her chair, looked Quinn over, and then cast a dubious eye on the guys in their class.

"I could take them." Beat. "You probably could too."

Quinn put her chin on her palm. "Including hot teacher guy?" she asked dubiously. "The guys our age, no contest."

"He's a male," Surreal pointed out. "One good swift kick solves that problem."

Quinn chortled in surprise. "Okay, point," she said. "How about ... you help me find my car because I don't feel like walking around like an idiot in the middle of the night, and I drive you to a fast food place, my treat, in exchange? I have a milkshake craving anyhow."

"Milkshakes come in chocolate, yes?" Look, Quinn. Surreal had priorities here.

"Um, that's only the best kind."

Quinn had priorities too.

"So that's a yes? Please?"

"That's a yes, and if anyone tries anything on the way, I will even show you a few ways to make them fall on their face," Surreal promised. "In a manner both hilarious for us and painful for them."

Tricks, Cons and Bamboozles | Tuesday | Period 4

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