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Crush party!- 6th floor common room- Friday night

Today was a busy one, and as soon as the play was over it was time to dash back to the dorms to make all the last-minute touch-ups for the party. It was as beachified as someplace in the dorms could be, there were plenty of (non-alcoholic) tropical drinks, and glitter everywhere.

Glitter, sand, totally the same thing.

And, Annie decided, considering the rampant "Do you want to go to the party?" happening last night, it was probably a good thing they hadn't gone the bouncer route.

[OCD ~~going~~ up! If you want to come and haven't received an invitation, totally feel free to say Annie tracked you down and invited you. So, technically open to all! *nods*]

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Peter had been invited.

Not that this meant anything to him - at least not when it was a high school party - but his policy on social events at this school had always been to show up at least long enough to convince people he wasn't a recluse doing strange things in his room by himself, like trying to take over the world.

So: there he was, in a nice shirt and pants, eyeballing the glitter with the look of the post-traumatic.

Or at least the post-Oz-on-a-weird-weekend.

Peter? Take over the world? Well I never.

Rebecca sauntered over to him a respectable amount of time after he'd arrived. "Good thing I didn't put money on this," she remarked. "I wouldn't've pegged you for deigning to make an appearance at this kind of thing."

Peter gave that a casual shrug. "Far be it from me to miss out on the social event of the month," he said. "Got to get some buck for all the work I put into school, right?"

Rebecca quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah, because this is so much fun for you."

Look, she'd noticed him eyeing the glitter like it was going to murder him on the spot. Not that she'd been looking at him or anything. Shut up.

"Hey, I get to meet people, drink something with an umbrella in it..." Peter's voice trailed off.

"If you say so," Rebecca said, though she was clearly still skeptical.

She paused, sipped her drink, then segued, "How've you been?"

"Good," Peter said easily, because 'jittery and high-strung over the aftermath of this whole Battle School kidnapping thing' was not something he was likely to pony up. "I mean, my roommate's gone now, and it's not like the school has an extremely stressful curriculum or anything."

One of the few good things about it.

"Your roommate's gone," Rebecca repeated, a smirk quirking at the corners of her mouth. "That has to be nice."

Oh for god's sake, Rebecca.

"It has its perks," Peter said.

He wasn't really all that interested in flirting, per se. But hell, at the very least, Rebecca made for an easy smokescreen of the 'I'm just an ordinary teenager' kind.

He just wasn't sure whether it would be worth the time he might potentially lose on dealing with her tonight.

Look, it was a dance. Party. Whatever. So of course she was going to flirt with him, after her success last time. Because Rebecca was nothing if not opportunistic.

"I bet it does," Rebecca remarked, leaning casually against a nearby countertop. "More space... more flexible hours... more freedom to bring people over..." No longer any need to write up sexile-themed post-its while in the heat of passion with Rebecca...

"From time to time," Peter agreed, apparently erring on the side of 'somewhat worth his time' for the moment. "When I'm not covered in work, but hey, a guy has to take a break every now and again."

Don't be ashamed, Peter. ~~Better~~ ~~Stronger~~ Less social men than you had fallen victim to her smirk and her fallen posture. Or would when she got to canon, anyway.

"Breaks are always nice," Rebecca agreed. "Don't think I've ever had any complaints about the way you've... taken breaks before."

"Has anyone ever told you," Peter mused, "that you are incredibly blatant?"

"Once or twice," Rebecca said, shamelessly. "Care to be the third?"

"You are incredibly blatant," Peter said, obligingly.

Feigning shock, Rebecca clapped a dramatic hand to her heart. "Peter, you wound me," she said. "Really."

"If that's all it takes to hurt you, color me disappointed," Peter said.

Look at him, unfazed by her display.

Said the Enderverse's biggest drama queen.

"Please," Rebecca said, straightening up and dropping her hand back to her side. "If anything, I'll take it as a compliment."

Maybe he just thought he could've done that better.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Then take it up a notch, and just ask," he said. "All the wink-wink nudge-nudge is unworthy of you, really."

"Fine," Rebecca said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "How'd you like to get out of here?"

Peter considered it. He hadn't been here for that long, and it'd be the least suspicious way to check out of the party early. It would save him time - if he could get her to leave - and, well, it wasn't completely unpleasant.

Fine. He'd free up an hour or two.

"Thought you'd never ask," he said, and offered up an arm.

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