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 Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 12:27 pm
Oh dear, oh my. Molly did not look in any scandalous directions, because staring wasn’t very polite, and her poor heart couldn’t handle all the scandalous-ness. The young woman did squeak though as Bix rested his hands on her waist, and she held up her hands as if she was about to be arrested awkwardly. They hovered uncertainly, and with someone more or less guiding her now, Molly fell into the rhythm Bix was setting. It was easier to follow than to do, or so she felt.
Just as she was maybe getting use to that song though, it shifted into another one…one that she was rather familiar with as well, and Molly covered her face. Just…oh my. She was laughing though, too, because well…she was anxious, and it was funny. She peeked out from behind her hands as Bix laughed at some of the crazy students getting lectured for dancing on tables by the chaperones, and she felt thankful that Bix and herself would very likely slip under the radar if others kept up those shenanigans. Eventually she started to lower her hands, where she did giggle at seeing the young man mouthing the words to the song, and after another moment of hesitation, her hands moved to tentatively rest on his shoulders.
True to her nature, Molly stayed red faced as she felt his hands wrap more around her, and she came a bit closer. The young woman coughed, and then looked up at Bix seriously, tapping his shoulder. “Um, Bix. I need to remind you of proper prom protocol, alright? There should be at least three inches of space between you and I at all times.”
Poker face.
It was ruined when Molly’s lips cracked into a wide smile that touched her eyes. She could tease too! How about that.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 12:59 pm
Bix did actually turn a little white (with pink cheeks) and gape a bit when she said that. But as soon as he saw her teasing smirk, he got one of his own.
"Uh oh.." the hands on her waist started to twitch. "Something.. got into my hands and went bad.." He made of his hands jump up, like it was possessed. HIs other hand gripped her waist hard and pulled her against him so she couldn't escape. "THE TICKLE MONSTER."
He didn't actually tickle her. But the threat was hovering, via possessed hand, in front of her face.
Of course then the DJ got sultry on the mic "And here's one for you laaaaadies out there. grab your man and get your grooove on." The music dropped into a slow song and suddenly Mr. Tickle Hands dropped ineffectively.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 1:11 pm
Then whose turn was it to go pale? It was Molly’s. Her hands tightened on his shoulders and she was about to try and jerk away from him, because oh god, not the tickle hands. Then she was pressed against him and there was a threat in her face. “No, please!” Molly squeaked, a hand snapping up to grab his to keep it there.
That was her concern…until it was apparently slow dancing time, and once again Molly looked like a Deer In The Headlights. Oh. She coughed a bit, and stepped just a little bit away from the albino to put a bit of space between them, and looked rather uncertain for a moment. A glance around the room showed her a lot of other boys and girls swaying and moving slowly with each other to the song, and she also seemed to realize that she was holding his hand up still. Oh…well, that was terribly convenient? Molly shyly glanced up at him, offering a timid smile.
“…Um…is…is this alright?” She may have also started to sway in an attempt to try and slow dance.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 1:18 pm
Bix nodded but he moved her hand and put it on his shoulder again. His hands settled on her waist again. He'd only seen his parents and old people at weddings dance with the one hand out thingy.. He certainly didn't want to look older than they already were.
The slow song he was not familiar with. There was a lot of 'ohh baby' in the song. Some 'i want you baaaack's. The couple next to them had started making out hardcore and Bix turned red, biting his lip to keep from laughing. He pulled Molly a bit tighter against him but used whispering as an excuse. "Is it totally rude for me to say those two kids making out looks like two elephant seals having a fight?"
He laughed, but his face felt warm cause it was a slow song and he'd managed to hold her close and he whispering.. and did I mention they were close?
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 1:29 pm
Molly blinked as Bix placed her hand back on his shoulder, but that was fine with her. As they swayed back and forth, Molly felt a bit of that anxious edge start to fade. It was starting to become comfortable to be like this, comfortable and easy…until he pulled her closer again…but oh…he was trying to tell her something quietly.
Smooth Bix, smooth.
Hazel eyes peered over his shoulder fleetingly at said couple next to them, and Molly turned red again as well. Oh my goodness…they were certainly younger than Bix and herself and they were…Molly’s eyes snapped away, and instead she focused on the small braid that hung over Bix’s ear for now. “It’s not very nice to say that…” Molly whispered back, though her tone didn’t hold any reprimand to it. “But they should know that this isn’t Animal Planet, this is a high school prom.” Molly smiled a bit as she chirped that.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 3:08 pm
Bix laughed softly, enjoying himself for the first time in a long time. Getting out of Deus was wonderful and besides that he was spending it with Molly. He almost felt normal for once. An almost normal guy taking out an awesome girl on a date. He just ignored thoughts of Deus and found he had a much better time.
He didn't say much else for the rest of the song but it smoothly transitioned into a second song. Bix was well behaved, not pulling Molly any closer and not touching her innapropriately. No tickles or even jokes. The second song seemed to drive a few couples back to their tables and cleared the floor a bit. He was able to see more of the room and caught site of a photobooth in the corner, as well as the formal photographers off in a side hall.
He filed this info away for later. For now he would just enjoy the dance while it lasted.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 4:05 pm
Molly liked this, she decided. She liked this whole slow dancing thing a lot. The red head was also convinced she could do it all night as long as the songs stayed like this…but odds are they wouldn’t…and apparently there were other plans that Bix laid out. Once again, the young woman felt very overwhelmed and touched to think he did this for her…
She found herself glancing up at Bix every now and then, and she didn’t stare at him for too long…because that seemed really awkward to just stare at him throughout the entire song. Other times she’d focus on his smaller side braid, his tie, the stripes on his shoulder, the top of his head…she’d stare at his lashes too, and her eyes widened once she realized they were white too. So awesome. Sometime during their swaying, Molly’s hands moved, sliding forward and loosely clasped together behind Bix’s neck. That felt more comfortable…but it had her nervous too. Was that okay?
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 4:27 pm
Bix felt her arms shift and looked down at Molly when he felt her hands clasp around his neck. She was so... adorable. And petite. She was at that super cute girl height that made normal height guys feel really tall. There was something right in being taller than a lady, he always felt. Of course when he looked down at her he momentarily met her eyes.
@_______@
Her freckles and her face and it was right there.
Bix smiled, a little awkwardly because his heart felt like it had leapt into his throat and he'd choke and die before he could say anything. He could so easily just lean in... but if she wanted that she would initiate it right?
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Mina was smashing her imaginary face into a wall repeatedly.
Bix went to talk, choked slightly, cleared his throat a second and finally said words. "Are.. are you having fun?"
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 4:54 pm
Of course she caught his eye with all her glancing back at him, and she smiled a bit in return as well.
She tilted her head towards him, indicating that she was listening, and furrowed her brows as he choked. “A…are you alright? Would you like for me to go get you something to drink?” There was certainly a table full of punch or something around here, right? At his question, Molly’s worried expression melted into a genuine smile as she nodded her head. “Oh, I am!” Her smiled widened. “This is…one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for me…I’m really touched. Thank you so much…it’s…so thoughtful…Oh, but…!” She paused. “Are you having fun too? I know I’m not the greatest dancer and I’m really sorry about that—“
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 5:25 pm
"Mmm.." Bix rubbed his throat a moment and the song ended. A rocking guitar filled the air and Bix knew the slow dance was over. "I think I do need a drink."
Bix squeezed her, almost a hug. "You are a wonderful person and a sweet girl. You deserve to have a guy take you out and make you feel special." He blushed again and turned his eyes away for some reason, as if he was embarassed to sound so cheesy. His mom had told him that every girl wanted that, even if they said they didn't, and being a gentleman made a girl feel special.
He was almost reluctant to let go, a little slow, but finally he unwrapped his arms from her waist when the faster music really kicked in and more teens began to flood the floor. "You're a fine dancer. I'm no Usher or anything. I'm having all kinds of fun. Just wait I have more things planned."
Without a question or pause he took her hand in his and led her from the dance floor towards the refreshment table. He wasn't being too cavalier either. Even if it seemed like he was carefree, he seemed to wind them through crowds and keep them noticeably far from chaperones or rent-a-cops.
Bix acted the gentleman when they got to the drinks and poured them each some violently neon pink punch. It smelled fruity but Bix couldn't tell if it was spiked ... or even what flavor it was. As the hunter took an experimental sip he made a noise.
"It's a little spiked. Just.. a little. Barely notice." And then he gulped it down. YES MAGIC BRAVERY JUICE. If she wanted water he'd get it for her but he needed a little bit of his edge taken off.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 6:31 pm
Molly cried a little bit on the inside as their slow music came to an end, but she nodded her head as Bix admitted to needing a drink.
Cue more blushing though, as he squeezed her and then called her wonderful and sweet. Molly was staring up at him, despite her red cheeks, and she smiled softly after a moment. Goodness. How would she ever be able to express her gratitude for everything he had done for her so far? She really did feel overwhelmed and rendered speechless around him a lot. Molly moved an arm from around his neck and hesitated for a moment before reaching up to gently touch his cheek to get his attention. “Oh…but Bix…I feel special when you’re simply standing next to me too!” Corny too, maybe, but that was how she honestly felt. “You’re simply one of the most amazing people I know. I’m a lucky girl.”
Then his arms left her waist, but she was happy as he reached for her hand, and she followed along after him with no question. “Thank you!” She replied as she took the cup, looking down at its rather uh…vibrant pink color. Molly didn’t take a drink, and looked back up at him, looking a bit dismayed. “O-oh? It is?” Her brow furrowed as she looked back down at the cup, but she ended up setting it to the side regardless…maybe someone else would pick it up! “I am your DP tonight, Bix.” Molly joked softly. “Your designated portal…er…”
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 6:37 pm
Bix smiled a bit and picked up her cup, drinking that down too. "It's not enough to get drunk but.." He shrugged. "I'm nervous." He admitted it. Out loud. The albino looked around for anything else and found bottles of water. He handed one to Molly since she'd opted out of the water.
Bix was getting warm though. The smashup of all those bodies and the close quarters and the punch and being nervous... it was tiring. He loosened his tie a bit and unbuttoned the top of his collar. You could still see the slightest hint of his burn scars curling over the curve of his shoulder.
"Oh.. hmm.. come on." He held his hand out for her again and nodded towards the corner.
A gleaming photobooth glowed in the darkness.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 6:50 pm
The young woman blinked as Bix downed her cup too. Oh…alright then! At least she didn’t have to worry about it going to waste! Molly’s expression immediately shifted back into worry though. “Nervous?” She echoed. “Why? Is everything okay?” She looked around. Were they in danger of being caught? Ooh, water! Molly took the bottle gratefully. “Thank you so much!” She then proceeded to down a good portion of it. Wonderful, non-spiked water.
Molly looked down, taking his hand after a moment and then looked over to the corner as well where her expression brightened. “Oh, I love photo booths!” She exclaimed. “I really like having those kinds of mementos.”
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 6:59 pm
"No everything is great!" He scratched his neck and led her to the booth, weaving through people. There was a few people waiting in a semblance of a line so they had to stand around a moment. How could he tell her that because everything was going great was the reason he was so nervous? What if he screwed up somehow? What if some catastrophe happened?
"We should plan our poses.." He was feeling a bit smoother from the punch after a minute or two. That was a benefit. He stared at her.. waiting for a good pose idea. STARED LONGER. Everything he thought of seemed to involve dressing like a super hero to be funny... DAMMIT BIX.
"I can't think of anything." He laughed.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 7:23 pm
Cue Molly’s confused look as she stared at the back of Bix’s head as he led her through the crowd. “…O..oh…then…why are you nervous…?” Molly rubbed her cheek as they stood in line for the photo booth, and smiled a bit as he stared at her. She stared back, as if she was waiting for him to suddenly get a brilliant idea while staring at her. She shifted her weight from one foot to another as he kept on staring, and once he broke out into laughter, she giggled a bit.
“It’s okay.” She assured. “…I’m always terrible at these…I never know what to do either…so I end up looking sillier than usual in all of the pictures…eh heh…”
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