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Valentine's Dance; Town Hall; Friday Evening [8 pm - 10 pm]

Arrivals to town hall would notice that the Student Council took a darker approach to the decorations this year. The colors of the streamers, balloons and table cloths were in shades of dark red and black. Instead of cut outs of hearts and pictures of cupid, there were broken mirrors hanging on the walls, open umbrellas scattered about the room, fake cobwebs on the wall and glittery cut outs of the number "13" hung everywhere.

You even had to walk under a huge ladder in order to get into the dance.

Sure, they were tempting fate by having a Friday the 13th themed dance but this was Fandom. What's the worst that could happen?

[~~Wait for the~~ OCD ~~or so help me...I'll hurt you~~ is here! Up early because Natalie said so and to get the most out of play. Second part to go up later on tonight (tomorrow?) to save browsers and to spike punch]

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"Yes, yes, I know," he teased and buffed his nails on his jacket. "As long as I don't have to wear the dresses, I'm good with helping pick them out."

"You may regret saying that if I ever decide to test this out," she told him.

"I don't think so," he said and shook his head. "Never underestimate the powers of my social skills."

"Really should've know better than the doubt," she said, smiling at him.

"And maybe I'll find a nice hat or something while I'm out with a bunch of girls," he said.

"It goes both ways," she agreed. "We know what looks good on you."

"Yeah, but I don't know if I wanna be wearing pink suits and cravats," he said and made a face.

"I can save you from that if it comes to it," Angela said, grinning at that look.

"But would you?" Hannibal wondered. "Or would you get a kick out of seeing me in that sort of thing?"

"I might," she allowed with a laugh. "But there's a balance to be walked between my amusement, and scaring you from ever coming out with us again."

"No ruffles either!" he insisted.

"No ruffles," Angela agreed. "I really can't see you as the frilly shirt type, anyway."

For some reason, that on Hannibal just seemed plain wrong.

"Thank you," he said, letting out an exaggerated breath of relief. "I'd look like a fool."

"I can be nice and consider not making you feel ridiculous from time to time," she said with a smile.

"Because if you did," he said and stepped closer to her, "there'd have to be revenge."

Angela raised an eyebrow with a certain amount of amusement. "Revenge, huh?" she asked. "What sort of revenge?"

"If I told you that, you'd be expecting it," he said. "And we can't have that."

"Aw, you're no fun," Angela told him with a smirk.

"And you realise now I'll have to dress you in ruffles to find out?"

"If you were planning revenge on me, would you tell me what it was?" he asked.

"If I were planning revenge for something you hadn't yet done, and wanted to put you off doing it at all... maybe," she said smiling up at him.

"Liar," he chided. "That would take the fun right out of the revenge plan."

"Okay, so maybe I'd tell you a revenge plan, but use a completely different one," she said after a moment.

"Trickery," he said, grinning. "Nice tactic. One I didn't even think of."

"Told you I can be sneaky," she said smugly.

"I never doubted it," he pointed out. "I don't doubt you, Angela."

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