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"Frankenpenis?...yeaaah I... probably would have checked it out. Like 10 minutes tops...just to see if i can be drawn into the porno in that amount of time" Dimitri answered, with small laughs coming out during his answer so that he wasn't one hundred percent serious. From the title alone however Dimitri did assume that it was a porno that was just bad...not good bad, the facepalm kind of bad. "...Will two bodyguards do the trick? If not i may just have to lay low for a while...switch my name, acquire an accent, get a pimp..."

He knew 2 wouldn't handle a swarm of angry people..angry females at that. That was unless Dimtri hired someone who was like the Blob in which anything that had weight to it would be denied access to Dimitri. But since the Blob was 6 feet deep, probably in the 10 percent range of decomposing from all that fat and Dimitri couldn't pay in food since all his s**t was healthy, he was out of luck."Yeah you're right...but during her meetings, just stick real close to the door. Like have one foot in, one foot out, that kind of thing." he joked.

"If i told you, then that would ruin it all..."he said as a small smirk formed on his face. Somewhere in Dimitri's ear, a part of it was good to hear that she wasn't too easy. Plus her offering to be a friend to Dimitri. Did that mean he was already friend-zoned? Dimitri didn't want to think that way and was more obligated to do so when she told him that he would have to step his game up if he was trying to get into her pants. "Thank you for the motivation" he said with a smile after a short laugh at her whore comment. "I'll keep that in mind." And if things did end with one of them in the other person's bedroom, more than likely it would have been a way to end a good night; whether they would smash or if one of them didn't want to sleep alone.

"I'll draw some of the attention away from you." he offered if she felt puzzled by the DDR. But if it was just one person then it wasn't as fun as two people, unless he was trying to lay down a record score in the local mall or something. "But if you just sat back and watch people would think I'm the one that needs to be carried out. At least if it's both of us we have a chance of getting some applause, while looking silly at the same time." he laughed.

Daylia may have had a point when it came to some men resorting to violence. With Dimitri being a martial artist, whatever urge he had to resort to violence at times, that fire died out long ago. "That may be true for some guys but in this case and with everything going on outside of the mansion, I'd rather Roland use his fists covered in flesh rather than in something else from his..other talents."

Dimitri gave Daylia the okay as they began to make their leave from the dance floor. "Hey you're right, looks like i can tell the Ambulance they don't have to wait outside anymore" he said playfully. "..unless I injured you...nah you look the same." By the snack and refreshments there were members of both Alpha and Omega spread out talking to one another such as Tara, Roland, Kerrigan, Aureile, Raine, Aren, Narcissa, Marcel, Jacen and new faces as well. Dimitri would follow Daylia to the punch area with whoever was there, giving them a heads up. As for him, he would get a water bottle if they had some, more than likely at room temperature and drink from that. And if they didn't, that was fine for he wasn't dying of thirst just yet. "The punch may have lost its purity, just a word of advice...but if you wanna take a shot in the dark and can hold your liquor, go for it." he encouraged as he took a sugar cookie and took a small nibble from that just to "blend in"

The telekinetic couldn't help but laugh at Lillian's quip about considering herself to be good company. For the most part, she was. “My sister wasn't raised with those traditions.” Aurelie countered thoughtfully; she simply possessed a nose for fashion the way a hound did for a fox. But she remained quiet, not one to want to tarnish the girl's confidence if she didn't have to. Though, the almost dead on impersonation of Dr. Frankenstein was enough to make her shift her weight about uncomfortably. “You alright there, Lills?”

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“Oh, no worries there... She'll never know who talked me into it.” Just in case they did get ideas. A Barbie Doll Aurelie was not. And she'd rather not pretend to be if it could be helped. The room stirred with movement – from people buzzing about the snack area, to others twirling on the dance floor (“twirling” was similar in fashion these days, to bumping and grinding)... it was difficult to try and catch it all.

Her power mimic friend encouraged her to go dance if the mood struck her fancy, and the blond gave off a thin, but gracious smile. “I'll do that.” She assured her, knowing that her toes wouldn't even tap the floor if she could help it.


An eyebrow rose just slightly higher with Tara's response that Leonardo had evaporated. “Ah.” She said monosyllabically with a grin ghosting her features. If the geokinetic were scrutinizing her attire with a simple look, Aurelie failed to notice, still vehemently a critic about the dress selection for the evening. But she smiled graciously when she complimented both herself and Lillian, “You can credit everything regarding prom and myself tonight to Lils.” Of course, the alpha girl already knew that Aurie had thought her ensemble to be very fitting, so she didn't repeat the notion.

It was shortly after that Leonardo appeared, and Tara quickly switched from Thomas' arm to his – obviously fawning on her date. While she wouldn't have guessed the two were more than friends normally, Aurelie's appraisal was an approving one. Who wouldn't think the pair a cute couple?

Once again, the former dancer found her lips upturned. “Note that she used the word, 'prod' – like I was a cow that needed herded to the pasture.” A small giggle burst between her parted lips, and she quickly covered it by pressing her fingers to her mouth. She gave Lillian a skeptical look when she mentioned that her shorter ensemble out-shined her in Leo's eyes. “I'm sure he's just surprised that I showed up at all.” Aurelie said, dismissing any other interpretation of the man nearly spilling his drink.

Heat surged into her cheeks as the mimic and Tara accused Leo of ogling her so openly, and quickly found a cheese cube to distract herself with – though her eyes were apologetic to the dark haired man for his being put into such an awkward position over her. Everyone seemed to be teasing him for his near clumsy move, attributing it to her – from his official date dabbing a napkin at the corner of his mouth, to Lillian choosing to make a remark... She found it hard not to giggle at his expense -even if she'd not believe any of it for a second. He handled everything gracefully though, and for that she gave him silent kudos.

“Yeah... made being the perfect word choice.” The telekinetic said, the traces of a smile still apparent in the lines of her face. She did laugh when he said she'd come for him, especially because Tara was draped over his arm like a fur stole. ”Oh, I don't go for boys already taken.” She teased with a wink, her voice light enough that he wouldn't hear the truth of the statement. “It sets a bad precedent.”

She turned to Thomas then, choosing to allow Tara time with her date, lest she eat all of it up. For some reason, she felt comfortable around the animal mimic, relaxed, safe... and if given the opportunity, she would forget how quickly time passed as she conversed with him. It didn't seem fair to do so when he was on an actual date. “I'm surprised I didn't see you with all the time I spent there.” Though, she could have been mistaken... but she might have been one of his recipients. “I'm sure being stuck repeatedly with a needle though would make anyone less sociable.” It certainly would her.

“Considering Lillian and I both came unescorted, and you appear to be without a date... you'll get two for the price of one tonight.” She didn't miss his wayward glance to the dance floor, and smiled to herself as an idea of how to get her friend back for dragging her out. “I'm sure Lillian would love a dance partner.” He would likely have known before the others why she wouldn't accompany them out to bust a move...

Naturally, sapphire gems took a peek at the crowd breaking it down and spotted what most people in the room likely had – Narcissa was talking to Raine. The blond decided not to say anything; it wasn't her place. But given what Scott had said, Aurelie didn't see that ending all too prettily. More like, disaster.

Her heart went out to Raine, and she had to wonder if anyone would try and save her from the Omega queen, the way she and Leo had tried with that gilled boy at the mall.

Kerrigan Schwartz
Codename: Knoxx
Team: Omega
Location: Frontier University
Current Thoughts: Liquid Courage

Kerrigan and Roland made their way off the dance floor, the redhead grinning to herself when she felt his fingers interlace with her own. That had to be a good sign, right? Or maybe he just wanted to make sure that they didn't get separated amidst so many people? If anyone could over think this situation, it was Kerrigan, and she found herself hoping that there would be a little something in the punch to help calm her nerves and silence her mind. What was so wrong with simply enjoying an evening and seeing where it took you? She knew that, if the blonde were at her side instead of silently trashing an Alpha, it's what Narcissa would tell her to do. It was moments like this that she realized just how dependent on the Omega leader she could be with these sorts of things. Cissa knew all the answers, while Kerrigan was hopelessly left in the dark when it came to men. Maybe Roland didn't even want things to progress beyond the friendship point, and he was doing all of this just to make sure that she had a good time? He had, after all, extended his invitation as a friend, and she had clearly accepted as a friend. Were these the kinds of thoughts running through his mind too?

A smile graced her lips when he responded to her inquiry about his dancing by stating that he simply had a good teacher. Then, turning the compliment back around onto herself, Kerrigan found her cheeks flushing once more.

"Glad it came off confident, considering I had no idea what I was doing. That's the strange part of my powers, sometimes it just feels like my body is moving on it's own, without any real direction from me. Guess I am just kind of used to it by now," she responded with a breathy laugh, only breaking their hands when she stepped past the group around the snacks table to pour herself a cup of punch. He was quick to follow suit, green eyes testing on him for a second as he drank before she also took a deep swig from the cup. It didn't taste like fruit punch, that was for sure, but right now it was exactly what she was looking for. A way to relax and just go with the flow - otherwise she would start saying and doing stupid things because of over thought.

Draining the last of the liquid from her cup, she smiled at the others around them, taking particular note of Lillian as Aurelie introduced her to Thomas as a potential dance partner for the evening. Aside from Cissa, she'd probably rank the power mimic as one of her closest friends at the Academy, and was even more excited to see that she showed up to Prom looking stunning.

"Yea, go break it down, Lils. Can't let Rolie and I have all the fun out there," she called over the sound of the music, her eyes widening slightly when she realized just what exactly she'd called her date. Turning to him, she was clearly mortified as one hand made its way to her flushed cheek and offering a quick apology. Man, this was just going smoothly.

Her body found its way next to Roland's as she poured herself another glass of punch, giving him a sideways glance accompanied by a soft smile. She wasn't sure if it was the strength of the punch or the fact that she was counting on it to relax her a little bit, but she already found her head feeling a little lighter, not bogged down with the analysis of where the evening was going to take her, or where she thought her companion wanted it to go.

It was a nice feeling.

Over her date's shoulder, she saw Cissa and her group begin drinking, for once not having the slightest urge to interject herself into the situation and try to diffuse what she was sure was a ticking time bomb.

"If I start to go over there, stop me. Promise?" she said simply to Roland as her arm draped over his shoulder with a chuckle. She could hear all about what happened from Cissa tomorrow without getting involved. But it was going to take a lot of work to ignore her instincts with things like this. Kerrigan always tried to be the peace keeper when it came to their leader and the Alphas, but tonight she was just going to let nature take its course. Her free hand moved down to his tie, adjusting it where it had been knocked a little askew in the heat of their dance. Three cups of punch, going on four, was starting to take it's effects. At least it was a happy place.

"You sure you're not just hustling me into thinking you don't know how to be a good date? Because you're doing a pretty good job so far," she said with a playful grin, head tilting slightly to the side as her arm remained slack over her shoulder, green eyes looking up at him with no expectations as to what he would say in return. It was kind of a random comment, but it'd dawned on her that she was really having a great time, regardless of what he might be expecting from her at the end of the evening. Two people couldn't dance like that without some sort of background chemistry, right?

There she went, thinking again. Bringing her cup to her lips as he started his reply, she felt the punch disappear down her throat, silencing further thought as she simply waited to hear what he had to say in response.

Bottoms up.

Tara smiled as Lillian spoke about the hassle of getting Aurelie to join them for the evening, the brunette giving the blonde a once over before another approving nod. The power mimic complimented her and Thomas on their appearance, Tara giving an appreciative tilt of her head as she did a quick little spin to show on the entirety of her dress. It was only moments later that Leo arrived on the scene once more, accompanied by the guy that he'd gone off to find in the first place (Blake). Unfortunately, before she had a chance to scrutinize the newcomer any further, he was gone into the crowd once more, drinks in hand for whom she would assume was Bella. Leo joked with Thomas about being replaced, to which the practically involuntary medic joked bake about neither of them having a choice in the matter. Her expression changed to one of incredulity, hands placing themselves on her slim hips with a forceful glance at both of them.

"Oh, please, you know you both like it. Besides, there are worse things that a pretty girl wanting to be seen in public with you, am I right?" As she spoke, her expression melted into one of amusement once more, going back to examining the scene unfolding before her. The brunette couldn't help but notice his increased nerves the moment he realized that Aurelie was standing there with them, looking gorgeous. Lillian began the assault, mocking tone sounding hurt as she quipped about not showing love in the right places. Tara had the feeling that they were going to get along just fine, moving over to him and handing him a napkin with a snide remark about drool. This was going to be a fun distraction for the rest of the night. Especially when she saw Aurelie's response to the whole situation.

Her date tucked the napkin she'd provided back into the strap of her dress, joking that she might have more use for it later when they got some food on their way home. It seemed like more of a reminder that he was still there with her, regardless of this change of events, the geokinetic's eyes glistening with a mischievous tone as het lips curled into another grin. Leo however, returned his attentions to Lillian before finally expressing his thanks that the blonde telekinetic was there at all in words. He joked about owing Lillian one for bringing his crush to the dance, Tara's words, not his.

"Offering a favor, huh? That could be interesting. I'd hold on to that one," she spoke over the music, giving Lillian a grin along with a pair of raised eyebrows. Her arms were still about her date as he turned to her, asking what she wanted to do next. He asked if she wanted to dance, the brunette pretending to think for a moment before taking his punch out of his hand and downing the remaining liquid in the cup, shaking out her curls.

"A dance sounds great. I mean, who wouldn't want to dance with the hottest girl here?" Her sights remained on him as she spoke, appearing to be referencing herself, though as she set the cup down on the table, she caught the tail end of Aurelie passing Lillian off as a dance partner for Thomas her grin widening. Releasing her date from her embrace, the earth mover closed the distance between herself and the blonde telekinetic, offering her a bright smile with an extension of her hand. It was an expression anyone would have a hard time saying no to - if anyone could get what she wanted, it was Tara.

"May I have this dance?" She paid no mind to Dimitri and Daylia as they made their way off the dance floor and towards the snack table where their groups was still lingering, though that didn't mean that she didn't notice them. Right now, her sights were set on more amusing things.

Kerrigan Schwartz
Codename: Knoxx
Team: Omega
Location: Frontier University
Current Thoughts: Honest Brutality

Thankfully, Roland didn't seem to upset about her accidental nickname for him, though she had a hard time believing that no one had used it before. His reassurance that it wasn't a big deal, however, was welcome, and she found it brought a smile to her lips as he chuckled at it. Absentmindedly, she wondered if, perhaps, it was because there were other, worse names he'd been called in the past, though she kept that thought to herself. They were still getting to know each other, so she would wait until she had more of an insight into his character before she tried to figure that one out.

Moving over to him, she draped one arm casually over his shoulder, first asking him to prevent her from getting involved in the increasingly dangerous interaction going on between Narcissa and her date Felix with Aren and his unfortunate choice of date, Raine. He apparently got quite a kick out of it, and his amusement only increased as he laughed, pointing towards his eyes and explaining about how they could be used to read his truthfulness. One of his hands moved across her back, the redhead naturally stepping a little closer to him, laughing when he expressed how his eyes were a hinderance in the poker arena.

"Neon sign, huh? Well, I mean, how often do you play poker anyways? I would have thought you more of a….blackjack player anyways," she responded with an amused grin. Bringing her cup of punch up to her lips with a grin, she nearly choked when he, in a kind way, recommended that she slow down on the punch, causing her cheeks to erupt into a deep shade of scarlet.

"Such a gentleman," she breathed out through a laugh, grinning as he reached for a glass of punch himself. Apparently the punch was a little stronger than she'd thought, bringing her arm back from his shoulder to press against one of her flushed cheeks. The coolness of her fingers was a stark contract to the heat she felt in her face, letting out another laugh. Of course he said something about her being the beautiful drunk girl, but by the end of the evening there would likely be more than one. And now that she realized just how strong the punch was, she'd be sure to temper her consumption so she didn't go…crazy. Kerrigan, being the control freak that she could be, would not enjoy that one bit.

"Look, now you've made me blush," she said to him over the sound of the music, conscious of the fact that she wanted to take a drink because she was uncomfortable, but afraid of giving him the impression that she was some sort of alcohol-consuming…crazy…person. That was the last thing she wanted him to think of her. Now that the date was going well, she felt more pressure to make sure she didn't make a fool of herself or embarrass him. After all, he'd been great so far, and the least she could do was return the favor. Clearing her throat, she shook herself from her thoughts, green eyes turning to him once more with a smile. There she went, thinking again.

"So, what now? Because if we keep standing here, I'm going to keep drinking punch out of nervous habit," she said with a laugh, reaching up to brush a loose wisp of hair from her temple behind her ear.

Raine managed to keep a calm face as her path with Aren was interrupted by Cissa and Felix, her date quickly correcting the Omega leader on her name. Cissa's response, accusing her parents go hating her for giving her the name Raine, hurt. Unless Cissa had read her file, and Raine wasn't entirely convinced that was out of the question, she'd have no way of knowing just how hurtful that statement was. Everything that had happened since she'd moved up to the Alphas, and this was the closest she'd been to crying. Steeling herself over, she put on another smile, giving a shrug at the suggestion that she could change it. There were…several retorts that crossed her mind, though she didn't vocalize any of them. I mean, what the hell kind of name was Narcissa? She must have been one hell of a child for her parents to name her so…appropriately. But, why dignify that with a response, when all it would do was invite more fire?

She caught sight of Felix's smile towards her, which she met with, well, nothing. The minute their eyes seemed to connect for a moment, Raine tore them from his form again, reaching up to adjust a bobby pin holding her hair up in its bun. The blonde explained her reasons for being at prom, at Aren's inquiry, as being a simple necessity for her attendance. It nearly made the firefly snort with laughter - as far as she was concerned, the better policy would be to require the blonde to stay away from all social events where she held the potential to ruin another student's life. Of course, that would be pretty much any inter-team activity…

Narcissa slid closer to her date, slipping her fingers into Felix's vest, physically flirting with her own date while verbally flirting with Aren. The knot in her stomach began to tighten, using all of her strength to keep her electricity stores from bubbling to the surface. As much as she tried not to let on how much Cissa being close to Felix bothered her, it seemed that either she was that transparent, or Cissa knew her better than she'd like. Hearing the details of how Felix had attained the…honor…of coming to Prom with his team leader only served to fuel the fire in her chest, her expression hardening on the inside and melting into nothing but a smile on the outside as she watched the "kitten" from hell play with her newest toy.

"Well, regardless of how it happened, I'm glad you guys were able to come out together. I definitely got the date I wanted, so looks like we're all happy," she responded with a smile up towards Aren, trying to ignore their typical male competition over what seemed to be a mututal conquest. Offering them drinks, Raine accepted with a slightly skeptical look towards the blonde, momentarily wondering if it was poisoned, but then realizing that she was likely just trying to get them all to loosen up and mingle a bit more. Then, she realized what a ridiculous notion that was - more likely than not, she was trying to play with Aren, and Raine was caught in the crossfire.

Her date politely declined his drink at first, asking Felix for a rain check as the speedster challenged him to a drinking contest of sorts. It was sweet of him to offer to remain sober while she enjoyed herself, the brunette offering him a smile before looking down at the drink in her hand once more. Raine was…social, but she was usually too busy to partake at the parties she went to, especially given her need to get up early almost every morning.

The conversation turning to the two girls' choice of attire for the evening was likely…dangerous. Putting on an air of mock gratitude as the blonde insisted that no one would expect Raine to live up to the "perfection," as she put it, that Cissa had acquired, internally, Raine was dying to just zap her and be done with it. Sure, she might have been incinerated on the spot, but she could frizz the girl's hair out so badly it'd take a week of brushing to get through it. The thought brought a smile to her lips, enough to get her past Cissa's veiled compliment about being able to work with what she'd been given when getting ready for the night. Never one to take anything laying down, however, Raine responded with her own "compliment" at how Cissa filled out the dress she was wearing so nicely. If those were her last words, she'd be perfectly content with them.

Instantly, the air tensed between them, Cissa insisting that they needed impartial judges, which no doubt meant the men at their sides. Leaning into Aren and slipping a hand onto his chest, she merely watched as the blonde turned her sights, like an animal, on her unsuspecting male prey, asking them if she made the wrong decision. Any smile on Riane's lips slowly vanished as Cissa pressed her body against her date's, feeling the warm touch of her hand falling onto her own as their eyes locked in a silent property struggle. The mood had shifted - while they tried to veil their insults towards one another before, it now seemed that they were just coming straight out and saying it, now. The size-shifter, ever the diplomat, she was quickly finding, praised them both, which earned a grateful smile from the brunette as she looked up to him once more. That smile, too, vanished when the blonde continued that she'd been in his lap more than she'd spent time with Felix.

For the first time in awhile, her eyes moved over to the speedster, though they didn't linger long. He was officially dead to her for the rest of the evening, perhaps the rest of his natural life. Perhaps even the afterlife, if he wasn't careful. He just stood there and watched as his date deliberately tried to run Raine off. Even as the dwarf of a blonde leaned up to plant a kiss on Aren's cheek, the brunette didn't dare look away from the Omega leader, the tension of her lips from clenched teeth the only indication that any of it was getting to her. At this point, while it did have something to do with the guys involved, she was really just sick of the Omega leader thinking that she could own everyone on her team. And now, she was more just pissed off that her supposed friends let it happen. Over and over again.

The only thing that kept her skin from glittering with exposed electricity was the traced circle on her lower back - Aren's reminder that he was here with her and despite the situation, it was where he intended to stay. And so, she let it go…for now.

Taking a large drink from her cup of punch, she chuckled at Aren's appreciative comment of her trust that he wouldn't take advantage of her drinking, shaking her head when he expressed his reservations about what they would think of him if he wasn't true to his word. Narcissa slipped away from her date and back into Felix's arms before grabbing a drink from a passing server and extending it towards the size shifter.

He gave in, accepting the cup and taking a drink from it, accompanied by muffled words. Raine followed suit, her head tilting to rest against his arm for a moment before laughing at his suggestion that the boys would not be babysitting the girls so much as filming the adventure and posting it for the rest of the world to see. Reaching out and giving him a soft pinch on the arm, she shook her head.

"I don't think so, Mister," she responded simply, accepting the drink as he offered it to her. She wanted to chug the whole thing right then and there, but she refrained. If she were going to have to spend the rest of the night with Narcissa, a a dead man, and Aren, she was going to have to pace herself. Otherwise, this might in act turn into some sort of war that none of them were prepared to deal with. Felix asked if she was really worried about waking up along, and Raine had to snort back a laugh as the hand holding her cup came up to cover her amused expression.

"I don't think she should be worried. Like she said, she's spent a lot of time in Omega laps - shouldn't make finding a bedmate too terribly difficult. Especially in that dress." Raising her cup ever so slightly in the blonde's direction, sparing Felix no more than a passing glance, the brunette cast a bright, and yes, apologetic smile, up at Aren. She couldn't help herself - that one had pretty much been laid out for her...

Siege
Airport/Office/Prom
Welcome, now suit up!

Earlier that day…

Gabriel had a long flight. It was an early morning flight out of Vegas to New York City. He landed at JFK Airport, had to deal with a crying baby on the flight, but he had to thank his parents for getting him some sound-cancelling headphones. He almost read a kid the Riot Act for kicking his chair through half the damn flight. He almost had half a mind to let one of his drones loose. They were prototypes, so the idea of a playful prank could have turned into a National Security issue. Nothing would suck more than to be detained in New York and then shipped off to Gitmo, that would make for an interesting phone call home. Not that he would get a phone call anyway. But regardless, he made his way out of the plane to the terminal without much trouble. He had to have his equipment shipped over separately, made him miss his computer quite a bit. Luckily he was able to track it all on his PDA, a Frankenstein of various computer parts and a touch screen system. He had it tuned to what he needed to use it for his work at the shop. And it had a variety of other bits, including his little drones. He definitely needed to fine tune them a bit when they got here, probably modify them to handle the colder temperatures. Perhaps reinforce the armor and winterize the circuitry? He’d have to figure it out when he got to the school.

He was picked up by a man that wore red sunglasses, which Gabriel predicted was Scott Summers, one of the two head honchos of the Institute. He shook his hand as he was lead out to the car, the two of them started to talk. Simple small talk really, how the flight was that sort of thing. Normally, Gabriel would have a hard time with this but Scott made things a bit easier. He was a relaxing person to be around, no kind of aura of uneasiness came from him. Of course he was talking to the leader of the X-Men, and the supervisor of the Junior team Alpha. Likely when things got down to it, the guy would likely lock it down.

“So are there any questions you have?” Scott asked him as they got into the car.

Gabriel looked at him, “Just one, is there any chance I’d be able to have a small space for a workshop? I hope to be able to do a few jobs for the shop out here, you know to make some money.”

Scott looked at him with a slightly raised eyebrow, “You do realize we’re a school right? I mean I spoke to your father about this, but I feel like having a small illegal gun shop would raise some questions.”

“Oh no, it wouldn’t be illegal. I’m already working on getting the proper permits, with my dad’s assistance.” he replied to him, “I want to take all precautions for doing this. Of course, with your permission and supervision.”

They made their way down the road out to the Institute, “We’ll have to discuss it further at the Institute.”

It took them about 45 minutes to make it back to the school, which made Gabriel stare at in wonder. The school was quite beautiful, the architecture was rather unbelievable. He had to wonder just how the hell this mansion had such a nice facility inside. Of all things, some of the elements in it would have had to compromise the old architecture at this point.

“Well, here we are! You can bring your stuff to your room, and if you’re interested there is the Prom tonight. I know it may not be much, but I know the majority of the teams will be there.” he was a bit uneasy at the prospect of Prom. He wasn’t too keen on going to his own prom. But the reality is that he needed to do this, so he took a deep breath and exhaled.

“I’ll see about it, have a good day Mr. Summers.”

Later that night…

Gabriel got his tie right, after about the fifth time he did it. He’d spent about a half an hour considering whether or not to bring his pistol, but ultimately decided against it. Bringing a gun to Prom just would not sound too good. He had a few suits, something his parents insisted he bring in the event he had to attend a formal event and so he chose to wear his white one. He made his way over to the Prom, the entire time having a bit of an attack on the nerves. He decided to walk around the place, psych himself up a bit before he made his way into the event. He looked up to the evening sky, a pleasant night. Not much light pollution made the night sky look quite nice. It was fortunate that he got to see a bit of a new skyline, but he got the opportunity to enjoy himself quite a bit in the cool air.

He continued to make his way about, finally making it inside the building for the dance. He saw a lot of people standing around, some dancing, as he made his way to the punch. What caught his eye were a rather attractive dark-skinned woman (Isabella), and what appeared to be either a friend or a date (Blake). They seemed to be chatting about something, perhaps catching up? He wasn’t paying too much attention. He decided to keep his distance, not wanting to intrude on any possible sensitive conversations.

“Don’t mind me, just a new guy walking to get some punch.” he muttered to himself, hoping to god he wasn’t heard over the music. He wanted to get an idea of who these people were through observation, and then converse.

Which likely with his luck, was not going to happen.