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The Park, Saturday Night (Prom Part 2)

The music is playing, the glitter is everywhere and outside the tent, the gondoliers are occasionally bursting into song.

Prom 2007 continues!

[~~please wait for OCD!~~ Have fun!!!!]

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"My thoughts exactly." he says, finishing up his second cup.

Annette finished up her second cup too, and raised her brows at him, "Should we have a third? It won't take but a second or two." The punch was really making her feel good.

"I was going for four but three's fine too." he said, filling up another cup.

"Oh, go for four, Dick. If you can handle that much." Annette got herself a third cup and started drinking. "I won't be having to carry you back to my room will I?"

"Please, I can handle my liquor." he said. "And I don't think you'd be able to carry me anyways."

"No, I'd have to drag you and that'd probably hurt. A lot." Annette finished her third glass and set it down. Then she just stood there and stared at Dick.

Dick held up his hand and finished his fourth glass of punch. "Okay, I'm good. What's next?"

She grinned, "You're the guy, you tell me."

"Well I know you want to go dance some more." he said. "I can tell. You obviously want to show off your mad skills in front of the school."

Annette just grinned, "I want us to show off our skills." She stepped close and slipped her arms around his waist, peering up at him, "Don't you want to dance with me anymore?"

"Of course I do." he said, still not used to using the term 'us'. He actually didn't even say it that much when he was dating Madison.

Annette just didn't have that very good feeling when he said that. But she couldn't tell if he was actually sincere or just saying that to please her.

She pulled her arms back and stepped back from him, shrugging a little as she moved to pour herself another cup of punch. "...it's okay if you don't. Oh, and I meant to tell you - Anders told me to tell you hey. I talked to him earlier."

"I haven't talked to him in a while. I really should get out in the common rooms more." he says. "And do want to dance with you."

"He's nice." she replied without looking at him, drinking more of her punch. And it was probably because of the punch that made her tongue a little more loose in her mouth than it normally was. "It's hard to tell sometimes with you, you know? I mean, you haven't exactly been very affectionate this evening so far." Not that Annette expected him to crawl all over her or anything. But...

"Nevermind. Forget I said that." She waved her hand and drank the rest of her punch. Most likely it was just her.

Whoa, that came out of nowhere. He turned to look over at her. "Uh..." He didn't exactly know what to say.

She looked over at him and didn't say anything.

"Was that a real 'nevermind forget I said that' or a 'nevermind forget I said that but I really do mind'?" he asked. You could never tell with girls.

She wrinkled up her brow and turned to face him fully. "I don't know. Maybe kind of a little of both?" Annette looked down then, at the floor. "I wanted to look really pretty for you tonight and...I just get the feeling that you are more excited about the punch being spiked than with being with me."

Dick smirked. "Now do you really think I'd be more interested in alcohol than a hot girl in a dress?"

She shrugged a single shoulder, still looking down at the floor. "I don't know."

Dick put an arm around her. "It's official, you're crazy. But you're hot and are a dancing machine so I think it balances out."

Annette grinned a little, "I was freaked out at detention." And the punch did have her tipsy. "So you do want me, and my dancing skills?"

"Hell yes! Thriller me up!" he said.

"Then lets go!" She laughed, taking his hand and pulling him to the dance floor, her worries now forgotten.

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