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Name: Brown, Farren Brown but you may call me Mother Nature

Location: Forge's office.

A smile seemed permanently plastered on Tara's features as she wandered the edges of Prom on Thomas' arm. He joked about her giving him more work to do, though considering his nonverbal cues she could only assume he was talking about the Alphas and Omegas in general. It made her laugh, shaking her head in a flash of chocolate curls.

"It's not that we like giving you work to do. It's that we like to get ourselves in stations that require your expertise when we get back," she offered as her own explanation, giving him an amused grin. He claimed delicacy as she gave his arm a pinch at the insinuation that his life would be easier without his powers, causing Tara to roll her eyes with an amused snort.

"Oh, yes, I forgot how delicate you are given the fact you perform blood transfusions on yourself on a regular basis." The conversation then turned to the value of his blood, causing him to laugh at the notion that it was the equivalent of liquid gold. The notion of his blood tasting like gold made her laugh, shaking her head once more as he expressed fears of a vampire-esque attack if the word got out. He was quick to turn his attentions forward once more, apparently choosing not to latch onto the second part of her comment which was likely just as well. Especially if they were now going to be working together. The news was most welcome, the brunette glad to know that they would have someone valuable on the Alphas, as well as a good friend. That was never unwelcome news.

"About time? You should have just transferred up with me - we could have used someone like you when the mansion went to hell and I was turned into a zombie…and when we got stuck in a riot at the mall. But you're right, better late than never," she responded with a grin, the sharpness of her words not hiding the clearly pleased look on her facial features. He turned the topic of conversation to her attire for the evening, expressing his clear approval to which she was quick to respond. He of all people would know that she didn't hide the fact that she was sure of herself, and while that might come off as arrogant most of the time, it was better than having self-esteem issues. And Tara was not one to have self-esteem issues.

It only felt proper that she should ask about his date situation, to which he gave her an amused look. It was a perfectly legitimate question, given how little the geokinetic knew about his taste in women. How was she to know if there was a little filly somewhere in the Academy with his name on her or not? He looked around for a moment, Tara mimicking his gaze before he finally admitted that he was there stag and she didn't have to worry about a jealous confrontation at any second. Of course, when he mentioned that he was there as a chaperone, she raised an eyebrow, jokingly insisting that she behave herself so he didn't have to exercise his authority as chaperone.

"What's the fun of chaperoning if there isn't a little drama somewhere along the line," she responded with a mischievous grin, though he would know that she wouldn't do anything intentionally to have him get her in trouble. True, she was the first one to stir the pot when she got the opportunity, but tonight was, hopefully, going to be different. He turned the question back on her, to which Tara gave a quick nod.

"Yea, I'm here with someone, but it's a match of convenience. He matched my dress, and I make good arm candy. But he abandoned me to go check out a new guy he saw walking around with Bella, so here I am." Her shoulders rose and fell in a slight shrug, allowing him to steer them towards the snack table where there seemed to be quite a group forming. One of his purported reasons was to make it easier for her date to spot her, which made her laugh slightly. Surely he wasn't really worried about her date coming up and bopping him on the nose for hanging out with her? The notion, however, was rather amusing. And apparently shared, as Aurelie asked her if she'd changed dates for the evening.

"Not officially, but mine seems to have disappeared," she spoke back with a grin, eyes traveling over the blonde's form with an approving look. She was always gorgeous, but her choice of attire was spot on. Tara had to admit that she was jealous of the girl's natural beauty - she could have showed up in a smock and still looked stunning. Her eyes then moved to Lillian, who also looked stunning in an elegant red gown.

"You ladies look gorgeous, not that I had any doubts. I'm really glad you decided to come after all," she said to them, though the latter part of the statement was clearly directed towards Aurelie. Of course, that meant that as soon as her date knew that the blonde was around, he'd turn into some sort of love-sick puppy dog. She could work with this though - after all, this was Prom, and she was supposed to have fun, right?

Almost as if on cue, Leo reappeared, making a joke that he'd already been replaced as he poured himself a up of punch. He did not disappoint in his reaction to the blonde's presence nearly spilling punch all over the table. Detaching herself from Thomas's arm, she moved over to her proper date, linking her arm through his as she playfully rested her head on his shoulder. Her hand brought a napkin up towards him, offering it with a simple look.

"There you are. I was beginning to worry you'd run out on me. Here, you can use this to wipe the drool from your chin." Her features cracked into an amused smile, grinning as she reached out to get her own cup of punch. Suddenly, prom looked like a lot more fun...

"Are you lost in your lies?
Do you tell yourself, 'I don't realize.'
Your crusade's a disguise.
Replaced freedom with fear,
You trade money for lives.
I'm aware of what you've done."

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Felix couldn't help but to agree with the blond as they spun for a moment. The growl coming from her was somehow endearing. "It does kind of put things into perspective doesn't it?" Not that Felix was feeling sorry for the humans of course. Well most of them anyway. His upbringing had numbed him to such an emotion towards others. Still he wasn't a robot so naturally he could feel sorry for the humans that didn't deserve such treatment. When Narcissa continued speaking Felix nodded in agreement. "Staying off the radar would be nice. After all it should mean a peaceful night. Well as peaceful as can be expected. It wouldn't be a mutant prom without a little shenanigans." Were Cissa not currently his date Felix probably would have been involved with such things on some level. As things were he was content to simply dance and be envied by most of the straight men in the room.

The question of what she wanted to do next was silently answered as far as Felix was concerned considering they remained on the dance floor. Letting a few songs pass in silence as the blond leaned her head on his shoulder the warm her body offered was welcome. It was also a silent reminder of what she could do should he do something she didn't like. The sudden purr coming from the blond was quite odd as was the suddenness of her leaning back and pulling him closer to her by his tie. The final nail in the coffin of odd was the look on Cissa's face, it was completely foreign to Felix and therefore not one he liked in the least bit. She was up to something wasn't she? Instinct told him to guard his family jewels and for a moment his hand twitched towards before he stopped himself. He hadn't done anything wrong all night so this couldn't have been for him right?

Watching as the blond leaned forward, chuckling and touching her nose to his, Felix kept his gaze on her with a curious and perhaps slightly confused expression on his face. Somehow he imagined he might like her idea of fun as long as it didn't involve roasting anything on him. "Fun huh? I am always up for fun." Allowing himself to be lead to the punch table Felix took the two punch cups that were handed to him. Why was she getting two cups as well? Listening to the question that followed, Felix looked in the direction Cissa was speaking of his eyes landed on Raine and internally he let out an 'Oh' at the sight of Aren and Raine. So this was what she had meant by fun? Shame. While normally Felix would have had no problem lying to the blond he didn't see the harm in answering truthfully. "Yes I do."

The blond continued mentioning having never met the brunette and introducing them and Felix raised an eyebrow at her. The impression he had got from Raine every time Cissa was mentioned was that she knew the blond and had met her. While Felix wouldn't doubt that Cissa would forget her on purpose he figured this was something else. The blond knew Raine on some level and had met her, of that Felix was sure. Not to mention the tone it was delivered in. For now Felix would play ball though. "I can do that I suppose." There was no need to mention that the omega on Raine's arm had almost been Felix himself. At the mention of offering his drinks the speedster nodded figuring he could at least do that much. Seeing a drunk Aren and or drunk Raine was much too amusing to pass up after all. "I think I can manage that."

Following the blond over to the pair of prom goers Felix hadn't even considered that Raine might not have heard who his date was. Stopping in front of them Felix gave Aren an amused look. For now he would let Cissa talk and simply watch the resulting chaos. As Cissa mentioned the drinks he held them out in silent offering to the two mutants. Returning the offered nod from Aren in an amused way as Cissa examined Raine's dress for a few scant seconds, Felix returned to silently listening. He didn't miss the subtle thought from Aren that maybe he should have asked Cissa instead. So he had thought the blond had not intended to come? It was his loss and Felix's gain.

Grinning at Aren as the native mentioned his kiss he couldn't swallow the comments that came after. "I am sure she contemplated it. The kiss was anything, but sloppy however. It was more like a sampling of fine wine. For someone who has never experienced such a thing I can understand your confusion though." Felix was sure Aren knew it was all in good fun. Cissa was another story and for a moment he hoped she had not heard the comment. The night had been going so well before now after all. The amused look didn't leave his face as Aren mentioned being disappointed someone had got further along then him in that conquest. For a moment though Felix couldn't help but think 'poor Raine'.

A sideways glance was given to Cissa as a very warm hand brushed against his almost in a threatening way. Watching the blond as she spoke and then look up towards him in a way that was quite suggestive, Felix turned another amused expression to Aren. "Aw you are going to make me blush kitten." Oh yeah he was going to hear it for that comment later, but Felix just couldn't help himself. No doubt the roasting of his chestnuts over the open fire would commence later. It was worth it though. As Aren turned down the offer of punch mentioning he didn't indulge Felix gave him a look of understanding. "It's alright Tiny, I understand. I would be quite scared to go against me in a drinking contest as well. Not everyone is man enough after all." The tone it was delivered in was a very 'there there' tone like one might use with a child. Felix was again sure Aren would get the joking tone of it all. While Cissa clearly didn't have pure intentions, Felix was finding it all to be just good fun.

As Aren continued about showing a lady a good time Felix inclined his head in understanding. "I suppose you can be let off the hook this time. We can drink anytime after all. Well I can anyway." It was a silent challenge for Aren for the future should the man choose to accept. Somehow Felix didn't think the man would disappoint. Felix was sure they would get along famously. Letting the blond finish trying to goad Raine into drinking, Felix looked to Aren as the man mentioned just letting the girls drink. "Oh yes I think I can manage that just fine." Granted Cissa would want him in her room again anytime soon. Needless to say Felix was quite ready for a Cissa and Raine drinking contest. Letting the native finish trying to get them to do it Felix grinned. "That does sound like a... good idea." Things were still going to turn out quite interesting even if he would have preferred to see both Raine and Aren drunk at the same time.

(OOC: If anything needs changed you know where to find me.)

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"I see pain, I see need,
I see liars and thieves,
Abused power with greed.
I had hope, I believed,
But I'm beginning to think that I've been deceived.
You will pay for what you've done."

Aren, in true gentleman fashion, reassured her that she might be spared Narcissa's wrath considering it had been he that asked her to accompany him for the evening, though in the pit of her stomach she knew that it wouldn't be so easy. In the blonde's mind, all the Omegas belonged to her, and she was sure the Omega leader would see her coming to the dance with the size-shifter as a theft of one of her possessions. A possession she had to be protective of, for whatever reason. The simple solution would be for the firefly to stop associating with those in red and black, but for whatever reason, she refused to let Cissa win in that respect. And it was that stubbornness that lead to her constantly being tormented by the horrid little imp from hell.

Almost as if her comment had been a premonition, she saw Cissa and Felix making their way towards herself and Aren. Like a snake, she whipped herself into their path, effectively blocking off any escape, and Raine suddenly had the feeling that she was trapped. Consider present company, that was never really a good thing, but this was Prom. There'd be hell to pay before she backed off and let the Omega leader ruined what had started out as such a wonderful night. The firefly remained silent as Narcissa addressed Omega company first, remarking that she'd wondered if Raine had stood him up as an excuse for their relative tardiness. Raine flashed the girl a smile as Aren corrected her on the name in his explanation of why they were really late, a grin sneaking its way onto her features. The idea of one of her Omegas sharing an intimate dinner with herself was sure to get Narcissa's blood boiling a little bit. At least, she would have that as ammunition if the night took a sour turn.

Of course, just when she thought she might be in the clear, ruthless blue eyes turned on Raine, the brunette knowing that the blonde was intentionally getting her name wrong in an attempt to get her riled up. The worst part was that it was working - few others would know the depth of insult attempting to penetrate her always professional demeanor. However, she managed to keep her smile pleasant, a hand moving to her chest as the Omega leader "complimented" her dress color, as if it was the sweetest thing she'd ever heard.

"I am so glad you like it, but I'll just never be a match for your sense of style," she responded, her tone honey sweet despite the anger bubbling in the pit of her stomach. Most others wouldn't realize what exactly was…happening here. This was a war. The official start to a passive-aggressive girl war.

She caught sight of Cissa's hand brushing Felix's and it almost took the brunette by surprise how much it hurt her. What hurt worse, however, was the conversation she caught going on between Aren and Felix. The words "sloppy kiss" were like a knife through the heart, breath catching in her throat as she had to fight hard not to show that she was affected by the notion of one of her so-called "friends" locking lips with the devil incarnate. Add to that the fact that he seemed to enjoy it, and then to hear her own date insinuate that he was disappointed it had not been him - well, this was just not how tonight was supposed to go at all.

She suddenly felt like she was in the way of the conversation. Like she should just leave and let the three of them have whatever fun they wanted. But that was exactly what Cissa wanted. And Raine was determined to show her that she couldn't have everything she wanted with a snap of her fingers and a well placed insult.

Her expression, which was taking all of her energy to remain soft and not drawn down into a deep scowl, never wavered as she glanced between the blonde and the speedster before reaching out to accept the cup of punch as it was offered to her. There was something…wrong…about this entire situation, but she wasn't about to back down and show that she cared how the blonde was treating her. That would allow the Omega tyrant to win - it was unacceptable. She warned them that the punch may very well be spiked, which didn't shock Raine in the slightest, though she took a sip of it anyways. That was, as it turned out, likely a mistake, as Cissa toyed with Felix as if he were her own personal boy toy. She was perfectly aware of how Felix looked in his suit - damn good - but she didn't want the blonde's claws kneading further into him as she deliberately tried to hurt the firefly. Couple that with the fact that he seemed to be sucking it all up, even going so far as to give her an affectionate pet name, her stomach turned. The topic of conversation, however, turned to drinking, which was almost a welcome relief. Almost, until Narcissa once more set into the firefly with a new host of underhanded comments.

"You're sweet, Narcissa, but my figure's nothing compared to yours. It fills out that dress so nicely. But you're right, we certainly don't want anyone to resemble trailer trash in any way, shape or form." It didn't take much for the brunette to realize that she was dangerously close to losing control of her electricity store, which would, unfortunately, shock poor Aren if she didn't keep her emotions in check. And dammit, it was certainly becoming a lot harder the longer she had to stand there and be insulted under the table while having to pretend to be civil to the one person on the entire campus that she just thoroughly could not stand. She wanted to cry as the blonde deliberately tilted her head to rest against Felix's arm, a silent claim that it was yet another person that Raine was forbidden from interacting with. But, rather than submit to the powerful emotional urges of a teenage girl, Raine chose the more…productive option. Getting pissed off enough to fight literal fire with fire.

She felt Aren's hand find the small of her back, body turning to lean into his as she slid up a hand to rest against his chest with a quick, nonchalant glance towards Cissa. The native, insisting that he didn't drink, comments on his charge to make sure she had a good time, which made her smile softly. Just when he couldn't get more perfect - that was sure to stick Cissa in a wrong place. A smile spread across her features as he asked if they trusted the men enough to take care of them if they decided to drink like a fish, before asking if either of them were up for a few rounds. It felt like a trap, but with a pointed grin in Cissa's direction, she took another drink of the punch in her hand.

"I trust you," she said with a smile, glancing up at her date with a playful grin. Felix too seemed enthused about the situation, though as far as she was concerned for the rest of the night, he was dead to her. If he wanted to play the Omega puppet, who was she to stop him? Let the games begin.

Narcissa chuckled sweetly when Felix responded, affirming that he would be able to manage introducing them. She might have come across the little blue harlot a hundred times…But it was common knowledge that she took no interest in Alpha’s. Even though she knew their files almost as well as her Omega’s…She led everyone else to believe that something so trite as knowing their names was far beneath her. “Good… This wouldn’t be nearly as much fun without a…What do you call it? A wingman?”

Upon cutting off the happy couple, Aren smoothly corrected her on his new dogs name, and Narcissa’s face immediately fell into something apologetic and perfectly contrite when she glanced to the red clad Alpha. “Raine? Ruth is so much more respectable…I’m so sorry—Your parents must have truly hated you.”

“Don’t worry love…You can legally change that now.”

The blond bombshell would have awarded herself an Emmy for Best Actress if she were in a position to do so. It took every ounce of self control, not to discretely light the little Alpha pup on fire. No doubt the economical dress she wore would go up in flame without much trouble… ‘Ruthie’ seemed to want to play a game that she had no standing in. Both of the men they currently stood beside, one way or another, belonged to her.

That wasn’t going to change, no matter what kind of ‘talk’ she and Aren had had before their arrival. They were still two different creatures.

It used to be where Alpha’s knew their place in the scheme of things... Usually cannon fodder and the butt of a good joke, while the Omega’s, out of sheer skill, handled all the ‘heavy lifting’. Ah, the good ole days. But now, their damnable leader had them thinking they were actual people.

b***h.

Glittering sapphire eyes landed on the native when Aren questioned her attendance, the use of her favored pet name drawing her attention away from potentially mauling “Ruthie”. Her expression seemed to clear itself of all malicious intent for a moment…The woman beneath the caustic comments and perfect grace peeking through for a split second. Only Aren knew her well enough, to know that she might have felt he had done her some kind of disservice…

Even though she would have said no, had he of asked her...It was the simple fact that he hadn’t. Effectively, he’d chosen an Alpha over her. He thought her lower, than her mortal enemies. She found it incredibly, and deliberately insulting.

Her wish to be polite for Aren’s sake had abruptly ended. Her anger, she realized, was his fault.

“I find the concept juvenile and out dated…But my presence is still required.”

“You should have asked my thoughts…”, she trailed off mirthlessly, turning her form faintly to rest the line of it against her date, warm fingers slipping just inside his vest, above the button. She’d not want him to feel left out...Not when he was playing her game so well. “…Instead of assuming.”

She chuckled, almost good naturedly…Were it not for the dark layer of brutality that threaded underneath it all as the men discussed the “sloppy kiss”. Her tone was dulcet as darker colored lashes dusted against porcelain cheeks…Rose colored lips forming a petulant, kittenish smirk…Only reinforcing the pet name that she’d temporarily let slide under the radar. She did not at all miss how much the Alpha seemed to hate her standing so close to the speedster...“Felix is right…I did think about it.”

“I reasoned that…Anyone that would so clearly risk his future progeny to impress me—Just to take me to this silly soiree was worthy of one evening...And the continued existence of the “important parts” you mentioned. ”

That was perhaps the first true thing she’d said since crossing paths with Raine and Aren.

Hearing Aren voice his teasing disappointment and his refusal of the punch, her head tilted as she evaluated him…All things were grenades for later on… Every word uttered, could, and would be used against them.

Her eyes left the native, and returned to the far...Far less attractive form of Ruthie Raine out of sheer curiosity. Why was she still even here? Hearing her comment about style, the blond goddess allowed her head to tilt in what appeared to be modesty…”Don’t worry…No one would ever expect someone like you to reach my level of perfection. ”

Again, her countenance and tone became apologetic…Her eyes flickering over the Alpha’s form, with clinical precision. “Though…Considering what you’ve got to work with—You did very well.”

The men started discussing their drinking situation…But Narcissa could care less.

“I was never concerned with us getting to our beds… It’s waking up in them alone, that will be the test.”

She had plans. And they wouldn’t ruin them by reaching some kind of crude, boy agreement. It seemed that Raine could give as good as she got though…And for that, she earned a smidge of grudging respect. But not enough to save her.

Especially not after her next line. It was smooth, and delivered so softly…That if Narcissa wasn’t primed for insults and hidden invective…She might have missed it. Had Raine just…Called her fat?

Called HER -fat-?

Taking the drink that she’d held—She downed it simply… Setting the empty cup on a nearby table... A challenge, for the little spitfire.

“That’s so kind of you to say. But you’re a woman, you know how we love those little compliments…We need a couple of… Impartial judges.” She moved gracefully, her hand again falling to Felix’s tie to teasingly pull him along…As if this whole conversation were the most amusing, friendly thing in the world. The lights glinting off her skin, and the sylphlike way that she moved was more beguiling than any woman ever had a right to be. It was incredibly unfair to any men present.

Her free hand, surprisingly just barely warmer than that of a normal human came to rest on top of the hand that Raine had sitting so harmlessly on Aren’s chest.

As if it had a right to be there.

“Tell me gentlemen…Was white a poor color choice? Does it not flatter my figure properly enough?”, she questioned, deliberately moving closer to the size shifter…Just as she’d stood innocently beside Felix moments before, she let the line of her body press flush to the side of Aren that wasn’t occupied by an Alpha. Sharp, cruel eyes remained on Raine… At her proximity…There would be very little that either Aren or Felix wouldn’t be able to feel. She smiled at Raine, and it suddenly became wolfish… As if things had suddenly gotten worse. “And Aren...”

He was the one that always pressed the issue between them. She was the one who backed away and drew lines of propriety. For once, for respect to his date, he’d be the one forced to do so.

It served him right.

“Don’t be disappointed that Felix got a kiss...Because really… You’ve had more of me in your lap than he ever has… ”, she spoke without looking away from the dark haired girl, her stare unnerving…Touch and presence clearly threatening…She glanced up at Aren, azure eyes filled with palpable warning and mysterious elements he would have a hard time reading. “And if kissing is what you wanted…That’s easily rectified.”

She chuckled, leaning up on her tip toes to press a teasing kiss to his cheek, leaving a faint mark from her lipstick… Before drawing away, back into Felix’s arms as if she’d never left. The tips of her fingers lit up, and she drew a heart in the air, almost like a fourth of July sparkler—Coupling it the wink of a minx…Before she plucked a cup of punch from a server passing by, and held it out to Aren... “And I planned on calling a town car to take us home…So drink to your hearts content…I’m definitely ready for a few rounds…And so are you. Babysitting a couple of drunk women won’t be a good time.”

The look in her eyes bespoke that it was no longer a request. She fully expected her Omega’s to get knackered.

And if they refused… It would just be one more reason for her to stop playing nice.

"Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire."

Name: Jacen Reilly [Kraken]
Team: Omega
Location: Frontier University

Jacen tilted his head to one side, lips pursed to one side in confused contemplation. “You weren’t harsh at all.” He said, before shrugging the issue off. At Marcel’s talk of suits Jacen’s ears perked up again, turning to face the alpha. “Thank You! Geez, these things are terrible. I think Narcissa did a good job getting good costumes and whatnot but still. It took me twice as long to get to the roof with these cuff-button-things.” He nodded while fiddling with the aforementioned ‘costume,’ spinning a cufflink between his fingers.

And he’d already been over his hatred for ties.

“Hydrokinesis?” Jacen gave a ‘hm’ of being impressed. The powers ending in ‘kinesis’ were normally the powerful ones from his experience at the Academy. The question into his powers made him chuckle. “Powers of an Octopus. More precisely a…” He paused to make sure he had the pronunciation right in his head, “ceph-a-lopod.” He looked back a Marcel with a lopsided grin, “Comes with the whole package far as I can tell; underwater breathing, limited camouflage, suction cup wall-crawling…” He really should just get a business card made up, listing them all out always made him feel pretentious. “But yea, it suits me.”

“I’m sure you’d be fine here. We mutants look out for each other,” an irony-cut towards Narcissa and Raine’s debacle would be appropriate here, “so I wouldn’t worry about fitting in.”

“As for me… I’m not sure.” Originally he’d planned on going to Muir Island Island just to get his powers under control. Then he’d moved to the Academy to finish his schooling. The end goal had always been to go back home, but he couldn’t really imagine going back after everything he’d gone through. “I might just stay on at the Academy as a full-time Omega, since it seems like getting an outside job is not going to happen, what with this registration stuff.” He’d figure it out eventually.

“I’m bored.” He stated simply after a few seconds of silence. He stopped walking, and turned to face Marcel. “First thing you want to do now. Go. Top of your head.”

“And don’t say search for secret passages. I already checked for those.”

Name: Leonardo Rossi
Team: Alphas
Location: Prom
Well hey there...

Leo's reaction to Aurelie's appearance didn't go unnoticed by anyone within ten feet, it seemed. He couldn't help it, really. When he had seen her golden blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, here had been a sudden jolt of electricity in his arms that caught him off guard. He had managed to recover though, even if he looked like a total klutz doing so. She explained exactly why she was here and asked how his evening was going. So she had been brought here against her will. What really mattered though was that she was here. "Going great," Leo nodded in response to her question. In actuality, nothing of significance had happened that night to decide his mood about the entire event... other than Aurelie showing up, of course.

He couldn't help it that he was smitten with her. He had a thing for telekinetics, some would say. Their 'first date' hadn't gone over so well, but that didn't deter him to try again. Although, if the person Aurelie had been waiting on was important to her... if may be harder to get her on a second date than he originally thought. No malls next time, that was for sure.

Now he felt bad for Tara - he had come with her, but the animal mimic was more likely to talk with Aurelie. That was when she waltzed over, wrapping her arm around his, offering him the napkin. He gave her a 'yeah, thanks' look before taking the napkin, crumpling it slightly, and tucking it into the shoulder strap of her dress. "You may need that later," Leo smirked. "You know, at dinner." It was his little way of reminding her that he was still her ride. Then again, Tara could probably hitch a ride with whomever she wanted after the dance.

Lillian walked up, and that was really the first time Leo had noticed her. She made the quip that she was responsible for bringing Aurelie to prom and making her look 'breathtaking' (which is exactly what happened) and for that he was thankful. Then she made a comment about the Halloween incident... which had been some time ago. He still remembered it like it was yesterday; the unbearable pain, the loss of two of his limbs. It was horrible... but thankfully Lillian had been there. She reattached his leg and helped speed the process of his regenerating hand... saving his life, and if not that, at least a month and a half of hospital time. He would never forget that. He had tried to say thanks to her beforehand, in full after the mission… but he barely saw her after the whole fiasco. All he could do was a small ‘thanks’ nearly two months ago.

“So she made you come, huh?” Leo asked Aurelie. “And here I thought you were here for me,” he chuckled. Looking to Lillian, he said, “And I still have to properly thank you for that,” Leo pointed at her with the same hand that was holding his cup of punch. “Just tell me how and I’ll do it.” A sort of ‘I owe you one’ in his words.

It was hard to believe that he was already making memories with the Alphas, despite only being with them for about two and a half months now. The Halloween incident… the mall… it was like he was part of a team again… not a team, but a family. A family that cared and looked out for him, which was the least he could say for his former employers.

Enough dwelling on the past – time to look towards the future. Leaning towards Tara, he asked over the music, “Alright, your move. What do we do now? Would you like to dance, or guard the punch from being spiked the whole night?” The last statement was said in a joking tone… but Leo would be just fine doing the later. In actuality, the mere idea of dancing horrified him. He’d never done it before... after all, this was his first real school dance ever. How exactly was he supposed to dance? Why hadn’t he studied it beforehand… watch some YouTube videos or something? The animal mimic knew that he would have to do it sooner or later though, so he thought that he might as well just do it and get it done and over with.