fandomhigh | Sexual Education [08/24]

When the students were all in the Danger Shop ~~which they had totally handwavily been told was the location for the day, okay?~~, Becky smiled.

"Hi. Last workshop, finally. What we're doing here today is putting everything you've learned to good use."

She pressed a button on the remote, and the Danger Shop transformed into a poorly-lit, crowded bar. Onstage, a pretty blonde girl no older than eighteen was dancing and swinging a lasso.

And yes - it was all in black and white, as were the students themselves, save for a few splashes of color here and there.

"Your assignment, boys and girls, is to pick someone up. Find a seat at the bar or a table, and within minutes, someone'll come along. You're to make small talk with them, and then get the person in question to want to have sex with you. Make sure to specify what you're into, and that you use protection. People in Kadie's usually like to know these things. You have until the end of class today to accomplish this goal. People who make it into compromising positions get cookies."

She held up three fingers. "Juuuust a handful of rules before I turn you loose. One - if you get far enough to where the fake person wants to have sex with you, your portion of the Shop will dim immediately, and your person will vanish, like magic or something. No getting me in trouble. Two - order what you want from Shellie, but if you act drunk, you're getting detention. And three - things in Kadie's can get kinda rough. Be nice to the other patrons, and they'll be nice to you. And if they aren't, I'll take care of it. Oh, and if you have a significant other to worry about, don't sweat it, guys."

She glanced at Bridge, frowning. "They're virtual people, and you don't even have to touch most of 'em to let 'em know what you want. It's all about the talking, baby."

She smiled. "Make me proud, kids."

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"Hey," Bridge says, staring. Just a little.

"I fell," she told them seriously. "Silly heels. The name's Wendy."

"Bridge," Bridge says. "And he's m- Xander." Bridge coughs.

"Yeah. I am." Because Xander kind of gets that Bridge is trying to make it look like they're single, the better to fake-pick-up a fake-someone? But mostly he just heard 'my Xander' and dorkitude took over.

"So what brings you two to Kadie's?" Whether Wendy picked up the insinuation or not wasn't clear.

Was was clear was that she didn't really care either way.

"Um, we're actually... lookingforsomeonemaybe."

"Who?" Wendy wondered. "I give great directions."

"Well, that works; I'm... pretty good at taking them," Xander blurts. And then wonders if he really just said that.

Bridge may be smirking, just a little.

Wendy smiled. "So, you guys got someone to meet, or did you want to go on a little field trip?"

"Field trip sounds, um..." Bridge glances over at Xander.

"Educational?"

"What he said!" Bridge nods vigorously.

"We don't have to play teacher unless you want to," she said, folding herself and standing up.

Xander winces. "Yee-eah, maybe more like tour-guide? I've got this whole set of mantis-lady issues about teachers..."

No, you would not be wrong in pointing out that Xander has a set of issues about everything. That's how come he's got 19 years worth of Issues Unlimited bagged and boarded under his bed.