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[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ fidgeting, way too dressed up for his own good. tugging at his tie, shifting his weight back & forth between his feet. looks about as unhappy as he can get. ]

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ screeches in protest, wiggling around to try and get loose. ]

I'M NOT SHORT!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

WHAT WAS THAT? COULDN'T HEAR YOU OVER ALL THE CRYING.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

YOU'LL BE THE ONE CRYING WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU-!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ here be more snickering. ]

WHAT'S THIS? A THREAT? OH, I'M SCARED STIFF. [ headlock tightens a bit in emphasis. ] What're you gonna do, steal my socks?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ lets out a gurgling sound of despair when the hold is tightened, somehow managing to talk despite that. ]

NO. More like your precious textbooks! WHAT THEN, HUH?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ stills a bit, voice going dramatically lower. ]

Sally might then just do a little vanishing act.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't seem concerned, going still himself momentarily. ]

Psh. There's no way!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Is that doubt I hear?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't be able to even touch Sally!

[ finally wiggles out, using the palm of his hand to shove damon a bit. ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ lets him go without fighting go, hands still in the air as he's thinking. ]

What's stoppin' me?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ blinks, rolling his eyes up at the ceiling in thought. ]

... I dunno. Lots of stuff?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah? [ backpedals a little 'til he's able to comfortably lean on a wall, crossing his arms. ]

Like?

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

Like... [ keeps his eyes upward, nose suddenly scrunching up in thought, as if he's confused over his own words. ] Stuff.

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ shrugs, settling himself. ]

Whatever you say, N.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ keeps on thinking about it for a long while. makes a disgruntled face after what seems like eternity, finally coming to a decision. ]

I think this party is making my brain hurt. Isn't there anything else to do here?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ gives the room one quick look across. a slow smile stretches across as an idea comes to mind. ]

Sure there is.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ perks up, looking as happy as he can get. ]

Really?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ leans away, brushing aside invisible dust off his suit. ]

S'what I said. C'mon.

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ nods a few times, getting ready to follow along like a lost puppy. ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ nods & waits a few moments before he finally moves, hooking his arm around nathan's. starts leading them both towards the center of the room, weaving around the outer layer of the bustle surrounding the dance floor.

gives nathan a grin when a new song comes on. ]

If you don't come back home tonight? Don't worry, I'll know what to tell sis.

[ & with that, steps back to shove nathan forward, right into the crowd of dancing bodies. ]

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[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ doesn't even bother to hold himself back when he shrieks, flailing and knocking into a couple or two the moment he's shoved inside the crowd.

lets out a few "ER, SORRY"s when he steps on some feet and bumps into several people. tries helplessly to get out of the mess he's in, but somehow he's ended up in the middle of the dancing despite his efforts. ]

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

...

[ stomps his foot and curses damon to the lowest level of hell. knows he can't hear him but he's still looking ticked off nonetheless, maybe a little lost, too. ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ is actually prowling the boundaries of the dance floor, simply following the damage and the noise. feels bad for a split second before amusement overtakes it, making him snicker instead. decides to call out: ]

Go get 'em, midget!

[prideofmusic.livejournal.com]

[ whirls when he hears his voice. can't see over most of the people (he curses his height in his mind... or perhaps the people for being too tall) so he jumps to yell at damon. ]

GO--[ jump. ]--GET--[ jump. ]--WHAT?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ yells above the music, ignoring the both the stares & the people he runs into as he tries to keep up with nathan's projectory. ]

THE BABES, DAMN IT! STOP BEING THICK!