fandomhighdorms | Party on the roof, Dorm roof, Friday night

River looked up at the sky. Once it got dark enough the stars would be visible. She smiled. That would be decoration enough. The music was already playing and she tooka a few dance steps, then spun around, closing her eyes.

Still, to be a proper party there was a few other things needed, and River had made sure they were there. Buffy had let her borrow the CD-player they used for the cheerleader practice, and Isabel had brought a large collection of CDs. River herself had provided snacks, mainly the kind bought from a shop, and had mixed a non-alcoholic punch.

From somewhere a few bags of glitter had appeared, available for anyone who needed it. River frowned, then shrugged. She placed the chair she had promised Adah next to the stairs, hoping that she would brave the long climb up to the roof, and put a blanket on top of it.

[Up early because I'm in a timezone that makes me want to go to bed before everyone else. Everyone's invited to party and dance. ~~Wait for OCDs!~~ OCDs are up!]

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"Yeah, it'll be fun to see. Our last laugh before Parker kills us," she pointed out.

"Go out with a smile on our faces, is that it?" asked Anders mildly.

"Can you think of a better way?" Isabel asked. "I know I've thought of worse ways."

Someone get glitter. She was venturing towards emo territory.

"Buried in a pile of glitter and surrounded by hot guys?" suggested Anders, because, well, glitter was the order of business tonight.

That image worked just fine.

Isabel looked at Anders and Wyatt, and then around at several of the other very attractive guys on the roof. "Stay out of my fantasy life!" she teased.

"No place in your fantasy life for me, big sis?" Anders asked, pouting slightly. "Not even as moral support?"

"I didn't say that," Isabel replied with a leer. It's not like they really were related after all!

Good thing Anders wasn't covered in glitter, or he'd have inhaled it by now as he promptly started spluttering.

She grinned and patted him on the back. "Well you asked!"

"And boy," he coughed, rubbing his eyes, "am I sorry I did."

"I'm only teasing," Isabel promised. Mostly.

"You better be. 'cause no, no, no," Anders insisted. "No getting fireballed for you!"

"Awww come on, Bel likes me," Isabel laughed. "Besides, I told him I'd look out for you."

"He likes you, but as far as he's concerned I'm his property," Anders pointed out. "Besides, there's looking out for me, and then there's looking out for me."

"I don't care how possessive he is. You're no one's property Anders. And anyone that tells you different isn't worth your time." It was harsher then it needed to be, but Isabel was struck with a sudden memory of being marked with Property of Kivar. She shuddered and unconsciously reached up to rub her shoulder.

"Whoa, easy, big sis," Anders said, rocked back on his heels a little bit by the sudden shift in the tone of conversation. "I didn't mean it that literally. I just . . . I'm theirs, you know? Not a possession, just kinda committed."

"I know. I'm sorry," she apologized. "It's just...the idea of anyone as property. It just brings up some really bad memories." Memories that still wake her up at night. "But it's a party. No time for them now. We need to have fun." She was faking it, but hopefully Anders would just let it slide for now.

"Yeah," agreed Anders hastily; discomfort wasn't a place he wanted either of them to go in this conversation. "Fun sounds good. Hell, I'll even go a round on the dance floor if you want."

This time the smile was genuine. "You would? I'd like that. A lot."

Anders sketched a silly bow and held an arm out. "Then let's go cut up a rug or something, big sis."

Isabel leaned up to kiss his cheek before taking his arm. "Why thank you gallant sir. I'd be delighted."

"Pleasure's all mine," he answered, as close to blithely as he could get these days, and led her out to what passed for a dance floor.

Party on the roof, Dorm roof, Friday night

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