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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"...maybe," Nancy said, sounding skeptical. "I didn't think so."

"She...she really sleeps with people for money? She doesn't save hookers?" Blair asked sadly.

"She might just be really secretive?" she offered.

"Maybe. I would hate to think she lied all this time." Blair sighed and shook his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring you down."

"You didn't," she told him, shrugging. "I barely know her."

"So it's possible, she's still a nun." Blair nodded. "I've liked talking to you. Can I get you something to drink."

"Um..." Blair thought about that and added, "In a 'just want to buy a drink for a friend and not asking for anything else' kinda way."

Nancy grinned. "Sure. Beer's fine."

She lowered her voice. "You're the first guy who hasn't made a move on me in awhile. It's...nice."

Blair got her a beer and shrugged. "I'm glad we can just hang out. To getting through law school." He lifted his beer towards her.

"To...helping nuns," she agreed, lifting her own. "I gotta get back onstage soon, though."

Blair nodded and clinked his bottle against hers but didn't really drink anything. "I understand, man. Do you mind if I stay and applaud? I don't want you to think I'm staring at you or hitting on you...just being supportive."

"Sure," Nancy ~~who never pinged as Becky~~ said with a grin, and glanced up at the stage. "I'll see you, then."

"Good luck with everything, Nancy." Blair smiled. "I hope we get a chance to talk again."

She shot him a final smile as she took the stage again, and the lights faded.

"...I think you just made a friend, earnest kid, but you didn't pick her up. No cookies for you," said Becky's voice.