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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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"I think I'll be fine," Chuck said. "Just had to take a second to remind myself I can fuck whomever I want. All better now."

"Mmm, yes you can unless you get a boo boo again," he teased.

"I did fine with that earlier this week," Chuck reminded him. "Like that would stop me."

"If Sam asked you nicely, I bet you would," Hannibal teased. "Because someone looooooooooves Sam."

"I would not listen to him," Chuck mumbled. Please. As if Hannibal could know what Sam asked. Or that Chuck had been kind of listening to his advice.

"I believe you," Hannibal said and laughed. "Nice mumbling there, Chuck. Where's the confidence?"

Chuck sighed. "...he might have already told me to lay off the sex."

For a minute, Hannibal just stared at Chuck.

And then he started laughing.

Quite a lot.

"Oh my god, shut the fuck up," Chuck said, moving to elbow Hannibal in the ribs.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, rubbing his ribs and calming down. "He's just...such a goody two shoes!"

"You don't think I know that?" Chuck said, smiling slightly. "I already told him that the chances of me actually listening to him were slim."

"Have you had sex since then?" Hannibal asked.

"I've been busy," he replied.

"So, that's a no," he said and grinned. "How's your shoulder doing?"

"Better," Chuck said. "Can hardly feel it anymore."

That was a lie.

"So, if I were to clap your shoulder in a friendly gesture, you wouldn't feel it?" Hannibal asked.

"Don't be a jackass," Chuck said.

"What if I backed you into a wall?" Hannibal asked, all innocence.

"If you plan on backing me into a wall you better be trying to do something other than hurt my shoulder," Chuck told him.

"Well, here, I'd probably just kiss you but that'd be a start," he promised.

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Chuck smirked. "In that case, I'd risk Sam's bitchfacing and let you back me into a wall."

"Unless you somehow really pissed me off, I wouldn't hurt you without following it with something nice," he promised.

"Now how would I piss you off?" Chuck asked. "I am an extremely pleasant person."

"If you sleep with those fucking cookies, again," he said as sternly as he could.

"Oh yeah...about that..." Chuck bit his lip and tried to look apologetic. "I may have succumbed to temptation the other day."

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