fandomhighdorms | 5th Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

In the early part of the evening, Abigail headed down to the common room, and set up for the party. There were snacks and non-alcoholic drinks, along with a few opaque bottles of alcohol that were all labeled at the bottom with what was inside. If she was going to get into trouble for her efforts, at least she'd get into a lot of trouble at the same time.

Next to the snacks were a bowl of breath mints, and a sign labeled "RULES":

1. You don't have to kiss anyone you don't want to.
2. You don't have to kiss anyone period. Passive voyeurs are welcome. Dirty voyeurs will get kicked out.
3. If you take pictures, you must promise to send a copy to Abigail Whistler, or your camera will be taken away.
4. All kissing must be done with someone of the same sex. There's liquor here for a reason!
5. If you move past the kissing stage, take it to a room unless you're comfortable with everyone watching.

Yeah, she definitely wasn't going to be telling her dad about this the next time she called home.

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"Yeah, I didn't think about that." He was kind of wishing he wore looser clothes. "Your girlfriend participating in the festivities?"

"Oh, hell yes," Anders said, getting that glassy-eyed look on his face again. "Why do you think I got here early?"

"Excellent." Phoebe was hot. Dick grinned. "Annette was kind of nervous about it. But she got more into the spirit when I told her it was for the good of the school."

"Oh, Phoebe was pretty into the whole idea from the start," Anders said proudly. "She's kinda way pissed off about the whole stupid new rules anyway. Seriously, does this crazy lady have any idea about teenagers? Like she seriously thought that would work?"

He considered briefly. "Actually, I'm almost tempted to thank her, because look what we get to witness because of it."

"That is true. Almost makes me forget about the spell the old wench cast on me." said Dick. "I'm definitely going to need to see a lot more kissing before I'm completely healed from that traumatizing experience."

"She cast a spell on you?" repeated Anders, distracted for the moment from the promise of pretty, pretty girlkissy. "What the frak?"

"Yeah, locked my legs together or something. For being inappropriate on radio." he said. "Don't worry, a little hopping isn't going to stop me from saying what I want on air."

"Inappropriate on radio, my ass," Anders snorted. "She has some serious issues, and you damn well better not let that stop you."

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