fandomhighdorms | The Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

Karla was nervous. Well, that wasn't much of a surprise. Karla had been nervous all day. But this was a new and different kind of nervous. Now, she was about to host a party, which she had never done, in a world that was still foreign to her, and for many girls she did not know very well. It was enough to unsettle even the strongest nerves.

Still, she though she was ready. Dinah had promised to provide her laptop for movies. Karla and Gabrielle had gone to Turtle's and purchased lots of ~~moddable~~ snacks, sodas, and lots of candy and chocolates. She'd bought make-up, since Dinah had mentioned it's importance in such matters, plenty of blankets and pillows to share, and several other sundries because she wasn't entirely certain what else would be needed, and wished to be prepared. Also, lots of booze, from her private Kaeleeran stash.

Most importantly, there was a small, neatly lettered sign on the door that said 'No Males Please.'

Well, she was as ready as she was ever going to be. "Kiss kiss," she muttered.

[~~Give me a second for the OCD, please.~~ OCD is ready to party! Sorry for the repost! Wrong LJ.]

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"I'm six inches less than you," Ino said, frowning at her. Almost a scowl. "And I can beat up whoever I want to 'cause of training. Don't you dare blame your inability to win on your height."

Or weight. Or on being a girl.

"Sorry," Jennifer said. "I just don't think it's really safe."

"And it's so much safer to wait 'round for a guy to come charging to your rescue?"

Uh. What?

"I've never really had any reason for anyone to attack me," Jennifer said. "And I make sure to stay away from bad neighborhoods and not to walk alone at night."

...

...her little-big sister sorta creeped her out.

"Well." Ino was just going to pretend that wasn't true. "Do you do any sports then?"

"I used to be a dancer," Jennifer said. "In fact... that used to be what I wanted to do with my life."

"Why don't you still dance?" Ino wondered. "What changed?"

Jennifer bit her lip. "My mom was killed," she said.

Oh.

"Well...," she said slowly, not entirely sure how that added up yet, "couldn't you still dance for, like, fun? I mean, I don't know your mom, obviously, but most mom's like their kids having fun as well as work."

Tact: Ino was bad at. But she was trying.

"It's complicated," Jennifer said. "But the drunk driver that killed my mom... the lawyers botched the case. He got away with it. And I don't want that sort of thing to happen to anyone else."

She chewed on her lip. "I'm sorry. You've still got a lot of school to do yeah? And not all of that time is going to be filled with study--otherwise you'll lose your edge. A bit of physical activity is good for the brain."

Jennifer let out a breath, like she was breathing out a ball of tension. "You're right," she said. "I shouldn't be fighting you on this."

"Really," Ino said innocently, "you shouldn't fight me at all. I do tend to win."

Well. This was true.

"But, seriously, maybe consider it? We've got a gym in town that does lessons, I think? At the very least they'd have a dance floor, if you didn't like the gym in the school."

"I guess something more private would work," Jennifer said. "I wouldn't really want too many people watching."

"Tyler-sensei works at the gym," she said, grinning. "You could ask him if there's a room you can use, or something? He's totally nice."

Ino was biased. She was Tyler-sensei's minion, after all.

"Tyler," Jennifer repeated. "I'll talk to him, thank you."

Ino beamed. "You're welcome!"

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