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Political Campaigning (Thursday, March 23, 4th period)

"Today we're going to talk about planning a fundraising event," Josh said, pacing around the room. "The most important thing to remember is that the entire point of a fundraising event is to raise money. You might have the greatest idea for a party in the history of history, but if it costs you more than you made, it's stupid. Also, you're normally tossing these things together with at most two weeks' lead time, so they have to be realistic."

He waved his hands. "Events, done right, can generate momentum for your campaign, can be used as a reward for major donors, can help you build your list of contributors, and can give you a specific deadline for getting money into the campaign. However, they can also be a gaping black hole of a time-sucking pain in the ass."

He grinned. "They tend to fall into several basic categories: dinners, receptions, breakfast/luncheons, and home parties. Home parties are the cheapest for the campaign: someone else, normally a major donor, comps the food and forms the guest list. All you have to do is show up. Dinners can be huge catered things where you can charge ungodly amounts of money for rubber chicken dinners. The other types fall in between, and are good to spread around throughout the campaign schedule." He raised his eyebrows. "If you are going to be doing this for a living, the fundraising things start to be thought of as dinnertime. And sometimes the only time you get out of the office. But remember that campaign staff won't be paying for the food--make sure you've got some actual people there to raise some funds."

Josh sat down. "Okay. Form into pairs--I don't care with who--and plan me a party. Decide how many people you'd invite, how much you'd charge, and what kind of thing it would be. Bonus points if you don't serve chicken or chili."

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Parker face-palmed. "No, just a verbal spinal reflex from the back of my cerebellum. Gahh. Um."

She blinked, then glared. "Wait. Did you want to have sex with some male person, and that's why you were being a freak last week? Wings! Callisto would KILLINATE you! You dumbass!"

It's entirely possible Angel just won the gold medal in this year's Put A Desk Between You And Parker As Fast As Possible competition.

"No! I mean - no! Not a freak! And not sex! And - and if it was a guy I would totally not - hey, not the point! Not sex! Not with Logan! Why do people keep asking me that?"

Parker throws a pencil at him. She's not aiming, but she's not scrambling over the desk and she's far too fed up to be verbal. Except for:

"Logan? Uuuuughhh!"

"Okay, I am not disagreeing with that!" Angel said, making a firm gesture of negation with his hand. "I have never disagreed with that! I didn't even want to kiss the guy!"

Parker presses the heels of her hands to her temples, and tries to calm down. "Okay, what can be mistaken for a sex thing by a dufus as big as you, or by anyone you talk to, that would have you this upset?" she thought aloud. "Don't tell me. I'm sure I can get this. Then I get to hit you."

"Am I being given multiple choice here? Because I'd rather opt for not telling you, you not getting it, and no hitting."

"Sex, you, guy. Logan. Ugh. Not kissing." Parker frowned. "You and sex, bad, because of curse. But not sex. Losing soul. Hmm. And you were worried about... Impulse control? What else do you have impulse problems with...." Her eyes widened. "Whoa."

He'd dealt with Dru. He'd dealt with Willow. He'd even managed to deal with both of them at the same time.

This? Not a clue.

"You, uh," Angel made a vague motion, "find a proper noun in there or a language you're fond of and just hop on whenver you're comfy. I'll wait."

Parker gave him a death glare of catastrophic proportions. "Tell me you weren't thinking of biting Logan. Tell me you weren't thinking of biting Logan. Oh. My. God. How many times did this happen? What were you *thinking*? I, I--"

For lack of better verbs or nouns, Parker settled for a screech.

"No!" Angel said, foolishly proud that he knew the answer to this one. "Nothing like that! No thinking! I wasn't thinking at all!"

The laughter at this is a lot more hysteria than hilarity.

"That, I can believe." Parker collapsed onto one of the desks, shaking her head in wonder. "And when were you going to tell me this? Never? Am I right? Tell me I'm right about that too."

Funny, but humans can growl, did you know that?

"Sometime after... the thing," Angel mumbled. You know, two desks between him and Parker seemed like a good idea now. Maybe three.

"THING? What thing? And don't say the boykissy thing, that's completely off the table, you liar."

Angel mumbled something that sounded like "Hell freezing over?"

Parker crossed the room to him in four strides, and said, "Lean down, doofus."

Angel looked at her suspiciously. "Are you wearing rings?"

Parker rolled her eyes, and showed him her left hand, ring-free. The nails weren't even that long today.

"Well?"

Angel sighed and leaned down.

*thwap!*

"Do you know why you just got thwapped?"

Angel rubbed the spot where she hit him. "Because you're evil?"

Parker face-palmed.

"No. No. No. I might be evil, since I like to watch you suffer. But you got thwapped because-- are you following? Are you paying attention? -- you were trying to keep information from me. Not because you had whatever fangy moment you had."

Angel blinked.

"You wouldn't have thwapped me if I told you?"

Parker gave him a very sad look. "I've traumatized you into just not telling me anything, haven't I? Right. Must re-think dealing-with-vampire strategy." She paused. "But it was working so well until now...."

"Well it hurts is the thing..."

"Big baby. 'Oh, this poison that's killing me, I don't want drugs for the excruciating pain, I can take it.' 'No, this sword wound isn't a big deal.' 'Wahhh, Parker hit me.' Swear to god...." She shook her head. "Right. Wings? I do not whap you for things you can't help. I whap you for being a dumbass, by which I mean you don't think, you react. It's supposed to jump-start your brain." Parker looked thoughtful. "Okay, that could be the flaw in my cunning plan."

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