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Friday Night, Gym -- Cheerleader Fashion Show

Friday evening, the gym had turned into quite a different place. There was a stage and runway constructed and lights were at every conceivable position to show off whomever might be up there at any given time.

There was a table set up for taking tickets and another table set up for the purchasing of refreshments.

On the stage, there was a podium draped in blue cloth and when the light hit it, it sparkled ever so slightly.

Instead of the bleachers being pulled out, there were rows upon rows of folding chairs set up through the gym, and they were garnished with bows and streamers in the colors of Fandom High.

Welcome to the FH Gremlins Cheerleaders Fashion Show. The festivities are about to begin.

[[OOC: ~~Please be patient and wait for the massive amounts of~~ OCD is ~~as I am at work while putting this~~ up. :) Going up early for Great SP and Time Zone justice!]]

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A.J. attempted to weave through the crowd and spot Annette after the show. "Hey!" He called out to her and gave her a wave, a bit away because, if she was busy, that was cool, he'd just say hi and let her do her mingling with her teammates if she wanted.

Turning her head at the 'hey!', Annette smiled at seeing A.J. So of course she made her way through the crowd towards him, excusing herself as she went. "Hi! I'm glad you made it!"

"'Cause I always have so much to do on a Friday, too, yeah," A.J. commented with a grin, a light roll of his eye and, biting his lip, ducking his head for a moment, his hands went nervously into his pockets. "You did great up there, by the way..."

"You think so?" Annette bounced not feeling nervous at all, even after... well, after everything. Right now her mind was buzzing from the fashion show and walking down that runway and just loving every minute of it.

Still... she stepped in, hoping to give him a hug if he would allow it as she began to slide her hands above where his were tucked into his pockets.

The shift to pull his hands back out of the pockets he'd just shoved them into was awkward once A.J. realized that Annette was going in for a hug, but he managed it, giving her one back. "Yeah, I think so. You looked all cute and stuff."

"Thanks, A.J.," she said, stepping back to stare up at him, cheeks flushed.

"Welcome," A.J. said, offering a bit of a smile but the staring at him like that had his shyness kicking in again, so his head ducked once more. Oh, hey, look. Someone dropped a penny on the floor...

Surely he can't be feeling shy... not after...

"A.J.?"

"Yeah?" A.J. asked, looking up, turning a little pink as he offered another smile.

"Why so shy?" she whispered, leaning towards him slightly.

Okay, yeah. Pointing it out definitely wasn't doing anything to help him. He let out an embarrassed breath of a laugh as he ducked his head a little more against the burning red in his face. "Annette," he said lightly, "I'm always shy, come on..."

"Yes, I know," she teased, thinking he was so very handsome when he blushed and ducked his head that way. "But... certain things have been established between us, yes?" She said this with confidence, but she knew, given a certain look, a certain word from him, she would totally blush too.

Established was an interesting way to put it. "Um, uh, yeah," he said. "Yeah, I guess so." He looked up a little bit, peeking through he hair hanging in his eyes with a light, crooked smirk.

Well, they were in public after all. She couldn't exactly say certain things that she would have normally said.

That little peek through that hair of his had her thoughts suddenly going other places. Of her fingers tangling through it, pulling it, wrapping it around her hand and... oh dear.

"So, uh," A.J. said, tucking the hair back behind his ear; it fell forward again immediately afterward. "S'cute skirt."

It was a, uh, very short skirt, A.J. couldn't help notice.

Annette looked down at it. "It is, isn't it?" She did a little twirl for him. "I think I should ask Brooke to make me one of my own. It wraps here," she showed him, "in the front."

"...Good to know," A.J. muttered after considering those mechanics as Annette showed him. Good to know, especially if she did ask Brooke about making her one...

"Not really sure I like the shirt, though," he added. "Not with the skirt, anyway. By itself, it'd be cute. I dunno."

A.J. might be a bit more daring to say that he thought Brooke's pairing was just a little bit...um, on the slutty side, if he weren't in a room immediately following the event, with the designer still there.

Well, the tank was just a tank. Tight fitting and maybe it didn't go exactly with the skirt, or with the heels that Annette paired with it to try and make her legs look longer, but... the blue was a pretty color. Annette loved the color blue.

"It would be cuter with a pair of shorts probably," she noted, still looking down at herself.

"Or just some jeans or something," A.J. said in an agreeable tone, because, yeah, like he knew anything about fashion. He didn't hate it, so that was a good sign.

She raised her brow at him. "Gee, maybe I should let you go through my closet, pair up some outfits for me," she teased. Seriously though, if there was one thing Annette knew, it was clothes. Hello? Spoiled rich girl here.

A.J. chuckled a little. "Can I?"

He could envision completely eliminating the prospect of eliminating a possible Blue Skirt with Annette.

He hadn't seen Corey in how long, and he still hated that skirt.

She smirked. "We'll make a date of it," Annette teased.

Which just had her thinking. They should really set boundries.

No. That wasn't the right word.

Hmm. What the crap were they doing?

Just...

Annette sashayed back and forth in her little skirt for lack of something brilliant to say.

Stupid blue skirt with the stupid flow--

And suddenly, A.J. forgot about the blue skirt, blinking at the flouncing.

"...You like doing that way too much," he observed intelligently.

She stopped. And blinked. And then she totally grinned and started swinging lightly again.

"You mean this?"

That blue skirt bears discussing, yes.

"Yes," A.J. said, nodding, and noting the flouncing again. Purely for research purposes, of course. "That."

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