The Salle [Early Thursday afternoon]

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime had agreed to give a little dance lesson today, so there he was, at the Salle, portable music all ready to go. This would be a good time to run through things in his head, figure out exactly how he wanted to do this. That would be helpful considering that the last time he'd done this it had been with his girlfriend and the dance lesson might have kind of devolved into a making-out session.

Which didn't strike him as appropriate for today.

At all.

So, yes, he should have been going over plans, but he wasn't. Instead he was kind of flailing about the fact that Homecoming was coming up. And he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Asking someone to go with him was traditional, of course, but... well...

It was complicated.

[Expecting one, but totally open.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday evening

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce was in an experimental mood. He sat down, turned the TV on, and turned on Project Runway. It worked. He was able to change it to exactly the channel he was trying to. He then tried changing the channel. Nope. No such luck for Bruce Wayne tonight.

[OOC: I'm bored. CR is open. Project Runway is on. Why not?]