fandomhigh | Valentine's Day Dance. The Gym. 8.30 pm

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Valentine's Day Dance. The Gym. 8.30 pm

The gym was decorated, the DJs were playing, and the punch was not yet spiked.

Fandom High's Valentine's Day Dance had begun.

[ooc: OCD threads ~~coming~~ are up. Post ~~before I've finshed and I will burninate you.~~ away! :)]

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"It wouldn't fit you anyway," Rory said practically. "The skirt's kind of short on me as it is. I had a growth spurt last year. And yes, Fed Ex is very mystical. Though much more so when it doesn't involve tea, because needless to say, it's not my caffeinated beverage of choice."

Anakin's mind went to a very happy place for a moment. It would be pretty obvious by the doofy smile on his face.

"Um," he said, finally tuning back in. "But you'd never run out of coffee."

"Having fun there?" Rory asked with an arched eyebrow. "Where'd you go just now?"

Anakin blushed. "A place with you in a short skirt," he murmured.

He noticed the song was coming to an end and he pulled her just a little bit closer.

Rory was okay with that. Even if she was a bit red.

"Are you trying to hold me like a someone broken?" she asked quietly, grinning a little stupidly.

Anakin snickered. "Why yes I am," he said. "If I knew what that meant."

"No idea," Rory said. "I think it has to do with standing in the wind and being brave like soldiers, though."

"This song really is kind of pointless," Anakin said. He leaned closer. "But I love the chance to dance with you."

"But it's so earnest," Rory said, her fingers lightly touching his braid. Quite possibly by accident, as she would tell anyone who asked. "And I love dancing with you. Even if I'm kind of spastic."

"I can only handle so much earnest," Anakin commented. His hands gave her waist a gentle squeeze. "And I can't think of someone I'd rather dance with."

"And the lyrics - you don't think they're addictively funny?" Rory continued, beaming as the song wound down. "And I personally was holding out to dance with this amazingly handsome Jedi guy I know, but you filled in nicely."

"Maybe a little," Anakin conceded. "But you never heard me say that."

He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry that Obi-Wan couldn't make it, then," he teased. "Thank you for the dance."

"Say what?" Rory asked with an exaggerated wink.

She blushed darker, glancing from side to side at the crowd around them, and smiled when she saw no one obviously observing them. "Woe," she said. "Maybe you should grow a beard to look more Obi-Wanish, though I suspect that might send Parker into a tizzy. And you are very, very welcome."

Anakin grinned. "I think I'll pass on the growing a beard. And even Obi-Wan looked stupid with the Padawan haircut. I could find an old holo of it and ruin him for Parker forever."

"She'd be so sad. And then there'd be denial, since I think she's even better at that than I am. Though, really, I don't think the haircut is stupid-looking," Rory said encouragingly. "Interesting and strange, but not stupid." She looked down shyly. "But then, you knew that."

Anakin blushed too. "Well, I wear it well," he said, yanking at his braid.

He reached for her hand. "I suppose we should go say hello to everyone, huh?"

"Probably'd be good," Rory agreed, skeptically looking at his hand before taking it. "Amazing what you can get away with under the guise of a dance," she murmured.

Anakin gave her a quick smile. "Isn't it?"

He planned to let go of her hand once they started talking to other people, but for now he could still get away with it. So he was going to.

"It is. I mean, if nothing else, I suggest you go read what's written in some of those conversation hearts," Rory remarked casually, happy to be holding his hand.

And yes, she was planning to let go as soon as there were people close enough to notice. Which there weren't, yet.

"Were you being mean for the sake of art?" he asked. "Because I'd be okay with that."

"No, they're kind of illegible, actually. But I was putting initials and stuff in them," Rory said. "I know I did one for Angela and Marty, for Parker and Jarod, Professor Skeeter and her husband, and a few others."

She smiled. "And if the first letter of the alphabet and eighteenth magically found themselves in the same heart...nothing can be done about that, really."

Anakin paused for a moment and counted out the letters in the English alphabet before he could figure out what Rory had done. He gave her a kind of appalled smile. "You didn't."

"I support Professors Skeeter and Autolycus's secret romance," Rory said, deadpan. "And honestly, if I hadn't done it, Angela or someone else would have."

"Probably," Anakin said, nodding slowly. "And it's not like the beings here will be spending a whole lot of time looking at the decoration, right?"

"And like I said, could mean anything. I mean, could be...um...." Rory bit her lip. "Rose and Anders. Yes. Clearly that's what I meant, anyway. And what I'll be telling anyone who asks."

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