fandomhighdorms | Totally Not Prom! Campgrounds, Saturday Afternoon to Night

Buffy got to the campgrounds early, hauling two huge bags with her. She put them down by the stones of the central camp fire. She looked at it. Firewood. She needed lots of it. She headed off to gather fallen branches and similar.

Slowly everything got set up. There were camping tables with plates, cups and sticks for grilling things with. There were tables with hot dogs, peeps and other grillable things, and a separate table for drinks (so far non-alcoholic).

She set her cd-player on a flat rock, and while it looked tiny and insignificant outdoors, it would at least have music. Hopefully the random showers would stop by night fall, she thought and covered everything with plastic.

Then she walked back to the school and grabbed every umbrella and blanket she could get her hands on, and walked back, dumping everything by one of the tables. With her hands on her hips she regarded everything in satisfaction. Yes. Totally Not Prom was on!

ooc: ~~wait for~~ ocd is up! Come party!
eta: it was always in dorms. yup. *shifty*

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"No, you look gorgeous. I -" he did a modelling pose in his shorts and t-shirt, "- am overdressed."

Rikku giggled madly at that. "Man, a tux shirt. You went all out. They totally said it was not-prom, weren't you listening?"

Jude shrugged, hiding his smile. "Sharp-dressing. It's a habit. I can't help it."

"You know, I don't mind the sharp dressing. It's the, keeping hordes of groupies away from you with a stick. It gets old." Rikku shook her head mock-sadly. "The stick, I mean. I broke it on some bimbo's head. I need a new one."

"I'm sorry, bra," Jude grinned. "I'll get you a new one for our anniversary. Two months is the bimbo-breaking-stick anniversary."

Rikku giggled, bouncing. And loved the way he said "anniversary." What an awesome word that was. "You're right, it is! Can this one be engraved with something, like, 'RUE THE DAY YOU TOUCHED MY MAN'?"

She pretended to think. "I think the modern variant is supposed to be shoe polish or turtle wax, but you don't have a turtle, so ... don't buy any shoe polish tomorrow, is what I'm trying to say."

"Totally never crossed my mind," Jude grinned. And then he leaned in and kissed her. "You said 'my man'," he beamed.

Rikku giggled, stretching up for a slow kiss. The heck with the spectators, nobody was really looking anyway, right?

"You bet," she said. "You are, aren't you?"

Jude looped his arms around her waist so she was close for kisses even when he broke away to speak. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Yeah." Rikku paused for a moment, letting it sink in, then leaned in for another light kiss.

She chuckled mischeviously. "Hey, can the engraving be backwards? So after I club bimbos with it, they'll have it, like, written on their foreheads?"

"For you, bra? Anything." Jude chuckled. "Like you're going to need it. Around here I'm totally not girlnip."

Rikku grinned. "Hey, you've got three exes and I'm on none here, so I think I'll keep the stick around just in case."

Including ... Chad, over there with Teddy, who Katara had said ... no. Not important. She shook her head and smiled up at him again. "What do you want to do, anyway? I mean. Y'know. For ... the whole anniversary-ness. We don't have to, I just ... you know."

"I dunno, I like missed the last one. Didn't really know if you wanted to do anything special?" Jude nudged their noses together. "I am totally your slave."

"Really?" she asked, nuzzling, and immediately blushed when her voice came out as a low purr. She wasn't thinking like that. At all. Much. Stupid voice.

She cleared her throat, bright red. "I, uh, I think it'd be nice to do something. You know. Or is that overkill, 'cause we're doing something nice tonight? This is nice, by the way."

Jude went red as Rikku purred and bits of him suddenly felt funny in a I'm-going-to-get-a-shovel-to-the-head sort of way.

"Nice. I am all over something nice. Want it to be a surprise?"

"Really? You'd do that?" She looked up at him, eyes shining again. "I think that'd be ... amazing."

She leaned in to kiss him. Lightly. Because she was still red from the whole ... yeah. Still red.

"'Course I'd do that," Jude chuckled, nuzzling against her again. "So, big stick and a surprise. Can do."

Rikku giggled madly. "Engraved stick and a surprise. Sounds pretty romantic."

She closed her eyes and nuzzled back. "So, you wanna dance?"

She looked over at the CD player. "Maybe, uh, maybe not near them." That didn't look entirely ... safe.

"Uh . . . yeah," Jude said, then grinned when the song changed to Men Without Hats. "I love this song, bra, c'mon." He tugged her towards the dancing area (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/1070437.html?thread=88032869#t88032869).

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