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Singsong hurried to the party as quick as she could. She had to make it on time! It was her brother's party for crying out loud! Just before Blue emerged to show off little Singsong burst through the side doors. SAFE! She was safe! Gasping for breath Singsong reached up to adjust her askew green beehive and then straightened up her pretty cherry pattern flare dress. When Blue emerged his sister laughed and clapped with joy at his lovely show. Already the party was off to a stellar start and she was so thrilled to be here! Singsong tugged her sweater's knot tighter around her neck and trotted over to Shrill X and her buddy. "Hi you two~! Quite a show our brother put on, huh?"




Moon River giggled with delight and shared a sly glance with her husband after his little move. "Gonna play like teenagers are we~?" She purred, tilting her head to peer over the horn-rimmed shades. She knew she looked absolutely dynamite with her poodle skirt, popped- collar top, accent ribbon and shimmering pearls on. A picture perfect piece. The classy prep to Fast's playful high school jock. They were a dream team amongst the non-existent student body. "I hope those shoes are meant for dancing, daddy'o. Cause I plan on doing it all.night.long." She purred as she turned her eyes to the floor where the big grown stallion took center stage. "Heh, now he's certainly has some moves~"




Rose Knight unfortunately trailed in after Blue's grand entrance but boy she was amazed by all the music, colors, and outfits everyone was adorn in. She had found a pretty little halter dress and Pink Ladies jacket in one of the discount stores and hoped it tied in well enough. Looking around with wide eyes and a big smile the pretty carousel needed a pause to take it all in. This was going to be a fun night! She hadn't been to many parties before, or at all, so this would be a night of firsts! And hopefully a certain someone would show up to make it even better~!

"I knew I could trust you," Shrill X grinned. "Play your cards right and I’ll make sure you’re well rewarded later." She might have gone into more detail if the arrival of some interesting Phonies hadn’t distracted her.

"Look, oh man, look, that’s May Day!" She gave Macarena an excited squeeze. "With Candy Dandy. I dated him for five seconds and he was such a bore but hey, CD’s probably make a way better fit."

By the looks of it a running commentary of all the guests was very likely to be on the agenda.

Then her ‘hermano’ arrived. "And I thought I was a show off," Shrill said rolling her eyes, but she gave a proud smile and a wink in his direction.

"Singsong! You made just in time, eh?" She unattached herself from Mac in order to poke her sister’s hair straight. "You look great. Singsong, this is Macarena. Mac, this is my sister. She’s the cutest, most perfect girl in the world and don’t you forget it."


Mossflower had settled for watching as everyone arrived. It was so lovely to see the various couples as they matched up and took to the dance floor. It reminded her of birds in the spring, at first flying on their own and later in matching pairs.

She laughed when Blue arrived and once he had cleared the floor, spotted someone familiar. The green filly trotted over with a slight blush and a smile.

"Hello Ms. Rose. It’s good to see you again."

Crooner watched Blue's performance, tapping his hooves along the beat. Blue was good! Real good! Crooner thought that they should definitely jam sometime.

His attention was drawn to Candy and some cat out on the floor, and he smirked. She would do well to find a guy to be around; he thought she'd been alone for far too long.

Then he watched the other phonies enter. One in particular caught his eye. Sh seemed to be having a good time already, all smiles and wonder. She also looked alone, until a pretty green filly went over to talk. He felt his bravado falter, then surge forward. He could talk to both of them!

He fluttered his way over to Rose Knight and Mossflowr, and noticed that they were substantially larger than he. Better get used to it kid. he thought to himself before clearing his throat. "Excuse me misses, I know you just got here and all, but I was thinkin' we could gab for a while. I don't know many phonies here, and no one should be at a shindig like this by themselves." He smiled what he hoped was a winning smile.

May Day let out a laugh. "Honestly, nobody, really -- I've always been kinda embarrassed to dance in public before now. Thanks for putting me at ease." He flushed as he spoke -- was that too forward to say?

"So," he said, clearing his throat. "Do you know anyone here, other than the guy who put it on? I should really get out and meet more people."

May Day looked over his shoulder. Through the crowd, he saw ... was that Shrill X? He paled immediately.

"I -- uh -- do know that girl. Shrill X. Have you met?"

Her cheeks darkened with a blush. "You're welcome! Uhmm, I know a few phonies. Crooner over there, and Blush I know too..." her voice trailed off as he grew pale. She stopped dancing, afraid he might be sick.

Her eyes followed his and she saw Shrill. Was she the reason he looked ill? "Yeah, I do!" She said, taking a step closer to May Day in case he should fall. "She's my...niece I believe. On my father's side. Do you know her?"



"What lovely and might I say completely fitting names!" he said, fluttering his wings. "Both as pretty as the flowers they are named after! I'm Classic Crooner, and the Big Daddy-o up there is my cousin. We kinda go the same bit goin' on. Both us are singers." He puffed his chest out a bit. Singers had to have some bravado. "I mean, he does that rock and roll stuff just fine, but I prefer the old stuff ya know? Sinatra and the like."

He had no idea if these girls knew anything about music, but once he started talking about it, he couldn't stop!

"B-bungee jumping!?" she squeaked, staring at May Day as if he had grown a horn. "She took you bungee jumping?? That's the scariest thing I could ever think of!"

"No, I will never, ever ask you to do that." she assured him.

Fruit Punch had unfortunately been running just a minute late to the get together, but it was quickly apparent he'd been spending that additional time on his looks. He had brushed his wavy hair back and he was currently sporting a set of 50's classic men's sunglasses. The bartender had put on a nice leather jacket, and to match his belle he put on a polkdot shirt. He walked in just in time to catch Blue's song, sliding into place beside Blushing Bride with a smile. "Sorry Blush, dropped my sunglasses on the way in. Couldn't make my big entrance without 'em." He looked around at the decorations, seconding his girlfriend's opinion on them. This was definitely a party that he was going to enjoy.




Knockout had been leaning up against the wall the moment the Sock Hop had gotten started, merely standing there with his arms crossed. He hadn't bothered to do anything differently to his mane, but he had stolen a leather jacket off of somephony before coming here, just to "blend in". His expression didn't even change when the music started. He was only here for one reason, and one reason only: free food. When everyone seemed to be distracted by watching Blue he walked over to the refreshments table and started to pig out, intending on eating some of everything. It wasn't like he was rich so coming to events was something he did only if they were catered.

'Duck's a**'? Really? Who in their right mind came up with these mane stye names, let alone the mane styles themselves?! Then again, who was to say they'd been in their right mind at all? Hard Truths was seriously beginning to doubt the trend-setters of that time (and the mindless followers of the trends they set) had had any sense at all. Or perhaps they thought they'd come up with the strangest fashions imaginable just to see if they would catch on. Calling people 'daddy-o's and 'cats', going to dances in socks, wearing skirts with poodles on them...it just made no sense to the unicorn stallion.

However, tonight it wasn't his place to question their sense. He had asked Sweet Bread out to the New Years event and she had agreed. That was all that mattered. For her, Truths hadn't minded putting some effort into the silly themed dress code asked of attendees. Of course, the leather jacket was a bit much, especially when the vermilion phony guessed that most stallions there would be wearing them. Doing a bit of research, he opted for the 'preppy' or 'Ivy League' style. It seemed slightly more conservative and refined, which was how he preferred to come off.

The funny thing was that Truths actually probably would have preferred the greaser look in his younger years. He'd been more of a hot-head and - well, okay, he still kind of was, but not in front of Sweet Bread. She didn't need to see what kind of temper he had. He would be pleasant and mild-mannered this evening if it killed him.

One thing he would not do, though, was get a crew cut. According to what he'd read, crew cuts were the mane style that went with the preppy look, but no way was he going to cut his mane and look like some ridiculous elder attempting to play at being younger and stupid just for one night. Thus, working with what he had, he compromised an picked what he deemed the lesser evil by keeping his beard neat and brushing his already slick-backed mane into that atrocity called a 'DA'. Also known as a 'Duck's a**'.

The unicorn checked the time and cursed under his breath. This was ridiculous, as was the time he was spending on it. Grabbing his letter sweater, he nearly tripped trying to put it on as he ran out the door, a whirl of giddiness and anxiety. He was in such a hurry that he had to come back to pick up something he'd nearly forgotten to bring for his date.

When he got to the school, the nervous phony had to do a couple of sweeping glances before he recognized Sweet Bread at the entrance. She looked so different with her victory curl and bun, not to mention breath-taking in her floral-print dress. It accented her wisteria color beautifully. It took a moment for Truths to realize his jaw was open. Recomposing himself abruptly, he cleared his throat as he walked up to her, holding something out. It was a bouquet of pink and white carnations.

"I'm terribly sorry for coming so late," he apologized, his head bowed in shame. Also, he wasn't sure he could keep from staring if he didn't avert his eyes for a moment to get used to her stunning appearance. "I hadn't realized mimicing a 50's mane style would prove to be so problematic. But I'm here now. Hopefully giving flowers to a girl didn't have some ridiculous parallel back then as so many other things seem to. I'm not sure I could bring myself to offer you a bouquet of socks tied with a poodle leash...or whatever it was those eccentric phonies might have up with." He was pointlessly babbling again. "In any case, let's go in, shall we? I hope I haven't caused you to miss too much."