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Student Council, Lunchtime

When lunchtime rolled around, Zoe got everything set up in the classroom, setting out pizzas, sodas, and different types of cookies (pumpkin season hadn't completely taken over yet, so there were plenty of normal options). After everyone arrived and got settled, she gave the students a genuine smile.

"Thank you all for coming to our first council meeting today. I'm glad to see some new faces among the familiar ones," she said. "For those of you who are new, the Student Council is in charge of most of the social events that happen at the school--Homecoming, Parents' Weekend--" The occasional glitter birthday party she pretended to not know about... "So it's good to see so many of you interested in helping out. Next week, I'd like to get together to talk about Parents' Weekend, but this week I just want you to have a chance to get to know one another if you don't already, and we have to pick a president from among the seniors." Considering her seniors, this was going to be a very interesting year.

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Mmmm pizza.

Isabela had a slice of pizza and a very satisfied grin.

Lucille had never tried pizza, and she looked at her slice for a while, wondering whether it should be eaten with her fingers or with a knife and fork. She decided the latter was less messy.

Negasonic's head was still hurting from Ada's birthday party last night. And she also had no idea how she ended up on student council.

So for the most party she was just going to drink water and try to figure out how to deal with this complication.

Roscoe was wearing sunglasses, a beanie and no makeup, and was dressed uncharacteristically plainly. His chin was not leaving his hand this entire meeting, because if it did, his head would spin and he might die.

"I'm blaming you for this hangover," Negasonic said quietly as she rubbed her temples.

"Mrhgh," Roscoe replied. Eloquently.

Tip's brief stint as treasurer in middle school had definitely not included pizza and soda.

She could get used to this.

Maria was cheerful and bouncy as she got a plate of pizza and grabbed a soda.

Eric grabbed a slice of pizza, sure, but honestly he was more interested in sampling all of the available cookies.

Frank skipped the pizza and went straight to the bar. Which was a desk with alcohol that he put on it and a glass that he also put on it.

Rey had no idea how she'd ended up here, and didn't actually know a lot of the people in the room. But it was at least worth sticking around to see what it was.

Also, food.

If you would like to introduce yourself, you can. Make some new friends!

Roscoe's usual friendly smile was still there despite his hangover, just somewhat muted today. "Hi, I'm Roscoe and I'm a sophomore. I'm..." --he glanced over at Zoe-- "Sick." Sure he was. "I'm super excited to get sparkly with all of you this year."

Maria smiled at him. "Nice to meet you, Roscoe. I'm Maria."

If Frank, Isabela, or Lucille would like to promote themselves as the presidential choice, this is the time to do it!

"Vote for me," Isabela declared. "So we can continue our tradition of hot presidents."

"I will do my best to make these social events enjoyable," she said. "I am sure I can improve them."

Less glitter, more piano music, and what others might consider a gothic feel for a start.

Isabela was not going to let that stand unchallenged!

"I'll put Frank in charge of the drinks."

So, they were teaming up against her? That was to be expected, Lucille told herself. She replied, with a chilly smile:

"I won't put Frank in charge of the drinks. I will make sure they are of better quality."

Like Isabela had actually asked him yet, she was just planning on making his previous habits at dances official.

"Are you implying that Frank has inferior tastes?" Slander!

Lucille had been to dances.

"Yes," she replied.

Lucille also spiked drinks with poison instead of booze, so her judgement was suspect. Not that Isabela was aware of this.

"How dare you impugn the hard work your fellow members of StuCo have put in."

Isabela, your opening argument had been 'vote for hotness'.

"Isn't the point that we should improve on the work they have done?" Lucille countered.

She wasn't going to use poison after all, not unless it was necessary.

"By recognising the proven quality of past work and giving more resources, instead of dragging them down to make yourself look better."

This would a snapshot of why Isabela hadn't been allowed to attend dinner parties once her marriage had started collapsing, except she wasn't currently drunk or wearing trousers.

"How are we to improve things if we are not allowed to learn from past mistakes?" Lucille asked.

Because she hadn't been particularly impressed by the dances she had been to.

"Are you still talking about the quality of the drinks I provide? If so, then let it be known that I've made NO mistakes," Frank said. "Merely deliberate choices you may disagree with due to the fact that you are objectively wrong."

Frank raised an eyebrow.

And then took a drink.

"I hereby retract my candidacy like so many Chris Christies," Frank noted. "I will gladly accept this Cabinet position should the one who said that win."

It was a liquor cabinet, of course.

"Unless people vote for me. I am a flip-flopper, and I will not pretend otherwise," Frank vowed. "Unless I choose to."

That would cover any random groundswell of support that might get him voted through no fault of his own.

No fault unless you counted the brazen promises of alcoholic bribery.

"I would like to shamelessly bribe you all with drinks. If not here, then outside the room and away from the watchful eyes of any authority figures who should technically discourage such actions," Frank said. "But if you chose not to vote for me, I'll offer you drinks anyway because I am a man of the people, provided the people are drunk."

Frank, Isabela, or Lucille: still more qualified for an office than certain choices for the 2016 US Election.

Well, the campaign issues were clear. Drinking, hotness, and... also drinking? But different?

Roscoe's vote went to Frank. He had nice eyebrows and he was open to bribing people with drinks.

Rey put in a vote for Frank, because she knew him better. And wouldn't potentially get into a fight.

After a lot of dithering, Tip finally voted for Isabela. Mostly because she promised to include Frank, Frank was willing to work with her, and Tip was pretty sure that Lucille's idea of a good party would result in a coup.

Isabela voted for herself, because yes.

Frank's vote took longer to write than you would expect. On the other hand, he was on his third martini of the meeting, and each one was progressively dirtier than the last.

I hereby vote for myself, Frank Doyle, unless such happenstance occurs that this vote would put me into a tie with someone else. In that case, I ask that my vote would count towards that person in exchange for political favor to be traded at a time of my choosing, which is likely to be either almost immediately or never, as I will have forgotten it after the very near future.

In the event that this vote causes a three-way tie, please resort to eenie-meenie-miney-mo.

He fit it all onto one slip of paper with impeccable penmanship, even though the letters were really tiny. It was remarkable how steady his hand was even while preparing his fourth martini.

Dante wasn't there for the actual StuCo meeting. He couldn't be, for reasons that had to do with-- look, it wasn't important.

But Zoe was getting a small piece of paper that said Isabela slipped under her office door later that day. (It had a helpful sketch of pirate... upper assets, just in case Zoe was confused as to who Isabela was, exactly.)

Edited 2016-09-17 07:58 (UTC)

Lucille voted for herself. She wasn't expecting that anyone else should.

Before or after the meeting.

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