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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 all depends on if it's a Republican or Democratic Senate next session, of course, and who decides to retire, and..." Josh cut himself off. "I'm rambling. No one is interested in this. I'm quite the fan of throwing things at the television. It was the only way I could get through the State of the Union this year without accidentally breaking my roommate's TV."

She grinned. "I don't mind the rambling. At least you're enthusiastic about something, which is more than I can say about a lot of people."

"Just don't use shoes," she said, experience talking here, "and seriously, on the State of the Union. I mean, he was kidding about the animal-human hybrid thing, right? Maybe his speechwriters sent him out with the gag speech?"

"I really hope so, about the animal-human hybrid," Josh said. "I mean, there were certain phrases Sam used to toss into early drafts just to watch Leo's blood pressure rise, but we'd never send the President out in front of the public to make an idiot of himself." He grinned. "Not that this guy needs the help, of course."

"What kind of phrases?" And Sam had never added strange and farcial phrases to her mission reports just to see if anyone would notice. Nope. "And no, he really does. Hydrogen cars? Why not make them able to run on fairy dust?"

"Er, you'd know if we had cars that could run on fairy dust, right?"

"Tongue-twisters," Josh said, "excessive alliteration. The occasional horrifying pun. They'd all disappear before they'd get to the President or the focus groups, but we have to have some fun with a speech we spent five months worrying about."

He waggled his eyebrows. "And of course we have cars that run on fairy dust. But Kumar won't let us tell the world about it, and so we remain dependent on oil."

He looked around. "If Blair heard me talking like this, he'd actually believe me."

Sam couldn't help wondering what other top secret projects Josh might know about. Like, you know, those involving large wooshy metal rings that sent you to other planets.

"So it's all a conspiracy?" She rolled her eyes. "And Blair managed to stage a sit-in on Monopoly night, so I wouldn't be surprised if he did believe you. But what happens when he finds out they're oppressing the fairies and just using them for their dust? Then what?"

"I heard something about that during the Student Council meeting. And a pirate stealing money?" Josh looked confused. "And the fairies like being oppressed." He pretended to look shifty. "If they existed. Which they don't."

"It's just possible," Sam said, smirking, "that the pirate played a little too free and loose with the idea of ownership and absconded with everyone's money. He's the guy who runs the radio station. And hides out in the shrubs. Which seems a little odd for a pirate, but I guess a ship isn't real inconspicious."

Wow, talk about babbling...way too much punch, probably.

"Is it bad that I totally believe fairies exist now? And that their dust can power cars and reduce our reliance on foreign oil?"

"Yeah, a ship would be a little more noticable," Josh said, completely ignoring the shrub taking notes over by the snark corner.

"And you are free to believe in fairies," Josh said, winking. "As long as you never tell anyone about the secret cars. Because then there would be men with serious expressions and cheap suits and I'd have to come up with some kind of excuse for where you went."

"Y'know, they really should pay those guys more. The suits are a dead giveaway." She shook her head. "Sorry, I've been spending too much time with Parker, I think. But they're really noticeable. And, er, abducted by aliens seems to be a popular excuse right now."

So what if in her case it would probably be true?

"And the sunglasses inside, too," Josh said. "If you're not Bono, or, you know, Stevie Wonder, you pretty much look like a tool doing that."

He smiled. "Any particular kind of alien you'd prefer?"

"I like...er, think I'd like the little gray ones." She said, hoping he didn't notice her slip, then asked, "Does this mean that you don't have an inside scoop about what the aliens are like? What about Area 51?"

"Of course not," Josh said quickly, looking around. "Aliens in Fandom, sure. Aliens in the rest of the world? Certainly not."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why? What have you heard?"

"Only what I've seen on television and the people I've met here, of course." Sam responded. "I was just wondering if there was more that I haven't been told. For my own good, of course, because I'm clearly not capable of making a judgment on my own about that."

She blushed and began to fidget. "Er, sorry. Sore spot. My dad was Air Force, and I didn't get told a lot of things growing up."

Josh tried not to smile and mention that Sam was probably still growing up.

He was successful with the second part, but not so much with the first.

"There's always more than what you've been told," Josh said.

Sam nodded and smiled slightly at the irony. "Oh, yeah."

"But not, you know, about the fairy dust cars."

"Because those don't really exist. Gotcha." She winked at him.

Josh winked back, then made shooing motions. "Stop spending time with the teacher, no matter how cool I am. Go dance, or drink the punch that's been spiked despite my non-existent efforts to stop that from happening, or something."

Sam waved. "I'll see you in class then." She headed off towards the punch bowl.

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