PARTY!!!

[princesspowaful.livejournal.com]

Characters: EVERYONE
Setting: lounge
Format: whatever you want
Summary: PARTY
Warnings: who knows

[PARTY]

[Molly said she was going to have a party and Molly doesn't lie! There is food brought up from the cafeteria and music playing. HAVE FUN. I DEMAND YOU HAVE FUN]

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[guiltapalooza]

T-Teach it? To me? I don't think I've ever had fun embarrassment. [Eying him, though, and obviously considering accepting.] Except maybe that time everyone got cursed to start singing and dancing in public. It was pretty fun up until the bursting into flames.

[herpderphero.livejournal.com]

I doubt you'll become the human torch, don't worry! But if you cut a rug so hard you burn up the dancefloor...~!

[Oh yeah, all these silly metaphors prove he's able to handle this.]

[guiltapalooza]

[He is kind of reminding her of Xander when he drinks too much soda and gets all caffeine/sugar crazy.]

... Okay, but one condition. I'm all about the ladies, so no funny business, alright? [She's mostly teasing, but she does find it simpler now to just lay it straight out that guys shouldn't be interested in her. Otherwise it gets awkward.]

[herpderphero.livejournal.com]

[Ammy pumped his fist the second she said 'one condition', but froze mid-pose when he heard the rest of her sentence. It dragged on for an uncomfortable second, before he popped like a spring under tension, waving his hands in some manner of pleading.]

D-don't worry, I am a perfect gentleman! I, uh, I have...someone back home! Well, assuming home isn't nuked or whatever BUT hey...!

[guiltapalooza]

[Her eyebrows go up, but she decides not to rag on him about it.] I'm sure it isn't nuked, [she says soothingly.]

Since we got that covered... Lead away, oh gentleman. [Holding her hand out as if to gallantly place it on his arm.]

[herpderphero.livejournal.com]

Aha, I dunno...they sure want us to think it is... [Ammy huffed, but it was a more genuinely sad huff than one would suspect he could do. The whole 'world is destroyed' thing genuinely bothered him.]

Okay, uh... [His happy returned, but it was much less sugarhigh now. He moved himself in to position, making sure to keep his hand high on Willow's hip.]

Do you want me to start from the first steps, or just improv? I can handle stomped toes~ I dance with my cousins all the time, and they uh...they stomp on purpose.

[guiltapalooza]

Trust me, [she says confidently, moving into dancing position easily (this part, at least, she knows about).] When you get kidnapped, you can't believe anything the kidnapper says. They're, like, guaranteed to lie. It's in the contract they signed as kidnappers.

Steps, maybe? [Willow suggests.] I like directions.