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Wow, she was a quick tongued thinker, he could speak fast, but she blew him out of the water. How could Steve be able to counter her comment? It seemed so elaborate, and with a technicality to boot, even if he got her in the mood to dance with his fast talking, she could not with the dance... So how could he counter this comment? Easy, with a smile he pointed at his clock, "ah looks like it is genre switching," he moved beside her, next to the dj station, and started to remove cds and adding the new genre cd list.

"So what should we listen to now," he smirked as he dug into a soft rock genre pack, "ah soft rock hmm.. how about something by aerosmith?" He plops in a cd, and lets it play as he turns back to Serena, "It seems like this shall be my last song for the night, you're not going to leave me hanging are you? And hey look, no moshing." A big smile across his face. Always the hopeful one he was, so would his dreams come true tonight or would he simply just dream rest of the night away in his slumber? Either way, he knew that after the song was over he would definitely drink some of the white chocolate, there was no reason not to!

"Well I guess I should freshen up my glass as well," and as he went to get some he turned back as it just hit him, "hey, you said half full, at least I can guess you're a bit optimistic," he gave a small laugh, a bit soft, due to him being very tired. Dancing can drain even an energetic man.

As he finished getting some white chocolate as his punch he walked back to her, and gathered a rather nice white chocolate mustache as he chugged it down. "Well I guess it indeed will have to be tomorrow, after all it looks like even the sweet chocolate of delight can not keep me from passing out." He shook his head, "such a pity too, I really wanted to dance with you, but yes, yes tomorrow is another night," He smiled and started to turn around, but stopped.

"Goodnight dear Serena, may sleep find you as well..." He started to turn once more, with the music in his body as he leisurely left, waiting to hear if she had anything left to say before he parted for the night.

Today was a good day to lurk around! Steve felt so much like being a ninja today, that he was in fact dressed in a ninja outfit. Quickly he would dart from hallway to hallway till he came to the court yard, and there he saw keh! She was off in the shadows, was she looking at the other people? Perhaps, more than likely actually. There weren't too many out there on the dance floor, but it would get full soon enough, just give it time, yes, time was all that was needed!

He hung to the shadows, and realized there were windows! Quickly he opened one, and jumped out... and landed in another hallway.. Of course he was already 'outside' technically since it was the courtyard, but he wanted a chance to think outside the box... bad pun, but he wanted to think of how to make a grand entrance once more, and he got it.

Thump! Thump! Clash! Glass shattered everywhere as Steve fell through a window. Translucent hues cascaded off the shimmering shards, and made phantasms creep against hte walls towards keh. Which he brimmed a smile at her, slight blood trickled down his happy glee stricken face, blood from the scratches he gathered clashing through glass. "Hi there!" His voice was exuberant, neglecting that he just failed two attempts trying to get through the window. "I am sooo glad you're here! Now we can really get the party going!" He reached out his hand and gestured to the ballroom floor, "let the dancing begin!"

A young girl walks in, dressed in between casual and formal, preppy and goth. It was just a special look she pulled together for this event. Yes, she was the one who people called Bru, at least, people on Gaia did (she never really went much into her real life names or nicknames).

Well, how do you get the look she did, you may be wondering. It was all a matter of careful timing, perfect color coordination, and tiredly picking out an outfit from her closet. There was the pink and black plaid skirt she was wearing, with black, knee-length tights under it. And, under her black vest (the thick ones that look good, not the weird, small, cotton ones), she was wearing a dark pink shirt, the same color as the pink on her skirt. Yes, she had an eyelid for color, did she not?

Along with that, she was also wearing black, tie-up heels, and her medium brown hair was pulled up into a casual bun, but decorated with small, pink rhinestone clips. As for her make-up, she was just wearing a touch of black eyeliner and eyeshadow, but nothing more. And, no worries, her eye makeup was put on when she was fully awake. No need to run for your lives.

Stepping out onto the dance floor, Bru smiled. "Awesome!" she cheered, "I love techno!"

Jessi stared blankly at Steve.

One minute.

Two minutes.

She sipped her chai latte, finally breaking the gaze to find a seat to drop her music collection on. There was no telling when Presidents of the United States, Soft Cell or Zeromancer were going to coming in handy, so she never went anywhere without them and a sketch book. "I wish I got to play D&D every sunday. I only get to play on major holidays.... Ah well."

She kicked back the last of her tea and tossed the Starbucks cup in the garbage.

"Ok, so that's my third for the day. I might just be ready to dance. I'll warn you now, I do a mean shopping cart."

"I never get to play that," Bru sighed. "I don't think anybody I know would play it with me."

She then giggled, and decided to watch them. "Ah, shopping carts," she said to herself, "Brings back memories." Her mind then slipped into it's unknown abyss, her memories the shopping cart brought back to her. Most of those memories, however, were probably best left alone, lest ye doth hate thyne sanity.

After that statement, she went into memories of Shakespeare, also better left alone, for the same reason. She then finally shook it off, and focused. She had never heard of the 'shopping cart' dance move, either. "I shall study," she decided, "And then I shall practice your move until I can master it, too!"

So she would no longer feel like a third-wheel, which was why she never liked dances, either, Bru hurried over to Kiki. "Hello," she greeted. "And how are you on this lovely evening?" Bru then went out to check the weather, not sure if it was really lovely or not.

"Yes, on this lovely evening," she repeated, having seen a nice sky outside.