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."

[Please see OOC thread for notes. Also, second link may not be completely work safe.]

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Dawn took a seat at the bar and fidgeted with the napkin under her Coke. There was soon a little pile of shredded paper next to her glass.

Something bumped against her chair, and a soft, gruff voice behind her said, "Oh, 'scuse me."

A tall, handsome man in a long coat started to sidle past, then fixed her with a stare and added, "Hi," in a low monotone.

Dawn smiled shyly at him and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Hi. Nice coat. You okay?"

"I'm just peachy," he said in the same voice. "I haven't seen you in Kadie's before."

"No, I'm new," she fidgeted, desperately running through a list of questions and pick up lines she could try. Still nervous, she took a sip of her soda and began sucking on an ice cube.

"New?" Dwight gave her a once-over. "One of Gail's?"

"I don't think I know Gail," she said, frowning as she tried to remember. "What does she look like?"

"Kind of like the devil in stilettos."

Dwight thought that was enough.

Dawn shook her head. "Nope, never met her. Stilettos, huh?" She tried to look at him knowingly and wink at him the way Faith would, but may not have been that successful.

"Do you have something in your eye?" Dwight asked, showing mild concern.

Dawn tried to salvage the attempt and tilted her head back, blinking rapidly. "Contact lens."

After a little more blinking, she straightened. "So, do you come here a lot?"

Dwight nodded. "I like to people-watch."

"What do you watch for?"

"Interesting behavior and cute girls," he said, almost smiling. "I'm a photographer."

Dawn smiled at him. "What kind of photos do you like to take? Portraits or candids?"

"I do candids, mostly," he said, sitting down at her table in spite of not being invited to do so. "I'm kinda paid for that sort of thing. People don't usually know their picture's being taken."

"Is that what you like about it?" Dawn fiddled with her straw, leaning forward a little and trying to look interested. For an older guy, he was totally hot.

Dwight shrugged. "I like the part where I get paid and can help people," he admitted.

"You help people?" She brightened. "How?"

"I take pictures so they can have evidence against people. Justice, all that," he said casually.

Dawn frowned slightly as she tried to figure how not to be all judgey when she answered. Maybe it would be better to judge change the subject. "So...I'm not underage."