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The Danger Shop, when students enter, looks like a somewhat rough part of an older part of a town. There were a few old cars around, one of which was noticably red - noticably mainly due to the fact that everything was in black and white - including the kids themselves ~~and if the Danger Shop can't do that, then *handwave* now it can~~ - save for a few splashes of color.

Becky was leaning against a wall, a piece of chalk in her hand. Miho was, naturally, nowhere to be found. And she wouldn't be, until she felt the need to be seen. On the wall, in suprisingly neat writing, read:

Alec
Joxer
Walter Dornez
Tyler Durden
Gwynn Hood
Pippi Longstocking
Jamie Madrox
Conner McKnight
Cameron Mitchell
M. Parker
Peter Parker
Peter Pevensie
Nadia Santos
Dawn Summers
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester

She crossed names off as students filed in.

[OOC: Naturally, OCD is ~~coming~~ up, yay! Also, getting this up now as I? Have not made with the sleepination yet, and neither has Miho's player. Will be responding from about noon EST onwards.

ETA: ~~see availability in Rory's journal~~ back, and my cat is fine. :) Thank you everyone for thinking of me.]

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Dean tied the laces into a neat bow and stepped back to look Dawn over.

"Wow."

"It's okay?" Dawn asked, turning in a slow circle in front of him, already tugging on the short skirt, which hit her at mid-thigh. "I don't look stupid?"

"You look hot," Dean said with enthusiasm, still staring. "Not that you're not pretty hot anyway, but right now, you're really hot."

"Hmmmm," Dawn said, realizing that the bouncing and gleeing she wanted to do at Dean's attention was not remotely in character for her costume and would probably cause her some serious embarrassment when she fell out of her current clothes.

She walked up to Dean and ran her hand up his hand, arm and along his shoulder. She cocked her head and winked, hoping Becky or Miho was paying attention. "Is that right?"

Dean grinned, sliding an arm around her waist to pull her closer. "That's right."

Dawn tipped her head back to look up at Dean as she let him pull her in and up against him. She slid her hands down his back, aiming for his back pockets, which was hopefully where his wallet was.

She lost her nerve for a minute, then decided to have fun. And pretend she was Faith.

"So, do you have anything else in mind, or are you just going to look?" She asked, practically purring as she tried to pick Dean's pocket.

"I can think of one or two things," Dean said with a leer, leaning down and kissing her.

He was aware of where her hands were; he just didn't see anything wrong with them being there.

Dawn kissed him back, forgetting for a minute or two that she had another objective.

After a couple of seconds, Dawn began to edge the wallet out of Dean's pocket, still kissing him and running the fingers of his other hand up and down his back.

Dean? Still not seeing a problem with having Dawn's hand on his ass, even if it was just to steal his wallet.

He continued kissing her, though he did keep his attention on her hands and what they were doing. He didn't want to actually lose his wallet, however pleasent the distraction.

Dawn kissed Dean harder as she felt the wallet begin to slip out of Dean's pocket, making sure to press herself up against him to keep his brain otherwise occupied.

She really didn't want to spend a third week in detention for doing things wrong.

Dean pulled Dawn closer with one hand and slid the other down her arm until it covered Dawn's hand and his wallet.

"Nice try," he told her with a grin.

"Darn," Dawn pouted cutely. "How'd you know?"

"I'm just that good," he told her with a wink.

"If I have to spend next Saturday in detention, I'm blaming you, just so you know."

"Three Saturdays in a row? Then I really woul be dating a bad girl."

Dawn snorted. "Oh yeah,they don't come much worse than me."

Dean started humming "Bad to the Bone."

"Oh, shush," she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Don't take it out if you're not going to use it," Dean teased, waggling his eyebrows at her.

"Don't you think I've used it enough for one detention?"

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