A Step Back In Time (1920's Dance Event)

[Kevala Katashi]

Abuse of power? Yes...of course. What was the point in being in control of a whole school if you could not allow yourself to have a little fun with it. Though as she turned to walk away, she was almost caught off guard by the question that sounded out behind her.....almost...

As it were, she would simply come to a stop, not turning around right away, trying to think of a proper way to answer this without seeming too.....bad. Finally, after a moment she would turn her attention back toward Cael, a little shake of her head given. "No, I will protect you and your sister if need be because of your Father...to a point. I swore many years ago I would die for him, and him alone and that still holds true to this day.." As much as she hated to admit that. There were complications thrown in...changes in life...changes in feelings....and though she was currently rather angered with the man, her loyalty never changed, no matter what.

"But what I do here, is simply for the sake of a bit of amusement...Has nothing to do with Gabriel. In fact I am pretty sure he would get onto me for it or something...He tends to do that a lot...." A little shrug given as she would fold her arms across her chest. "Despite popular belief, not everything I do in my life is governed by your Father or my feelings for him Cael. Please do keep that in mind." A little smile, about as genuine a response as he was going to get from her in this moment. It wasn't an easy topic for her to talk about, but with those words flowing so smoothly from her lips in that soft southern accent, you could hardly even tell there were any hidden emotions in there. No, she had gotten far too good at hiding that shit long ago.

With that, she would then turn, and unless stopped again, make her way toward the punch bowl. Time to find out what the hell had been tossed in there.

[Elijah Graham]

"Uh... You're better off not knowing..."

At least she had laughed it off, though Shane had a feeling she didn't completely understand what Aryanna had really meant. That girl just loooooved steering a conversation into awkward waters when she had the chance to. Oh well...

"You mean 'I'm Ira Seran,' not 'I'm am Ira Seran'."

Shane laughed, clearly she was learning to speak English. Based on the fact that Aryanna had spoken to Ira in French, he surmised that was her first language, though all things considered, it was pretty good for broken English. Then Mrs. Badoer popped out of nowhere, sharing information with Ira about what Cael, her brother, did to the music, drawing out a sigh and a roll of her eyes, having been unable to find the CD.

"Don't worry about it."

Waving his hand back and forth casually after Mrs. Badoer had taken her leave, he'd casually fold his arms across his chest, his right hand lightly holding his toy submachine gun as Ira lifted her hand delicately and her finger grazed the toy gun softly, her face twisting in realization and pulling her hand back.

"Uh... I REALLY think you're better off not knowing..."

At least she was laughing, though he was REALLY sure she had no idea what Aryanna had been referring to, it sure as hell wasn't the actually wood from a tree, that's for sure.

"C'mon, let's head over to another area of the courtyard, I don't want to be around when the effects of the punch start kicking in for everyone that drank it."

And if Ira allowed him to, Shane would gently grab her hand with his free hand and lead her over to the fountain in the courtyard, where he had set up the lights hanging above it, since not many students were there, most were on the dance floor and you guessed it, dancing, or hanging out.

"So, do you always talk to the first person you see holding a plastic submachine gun, Ira?"

[Aryanna Katashi]

She heard something about the punch, and as the boy offered up his name while handing it to her, she would scrunch her nose slightly and just roll her eyes. "Yes well...whatever" She really didn't care for his name, as she as rather bored and a bored Aryanna was never a good thing.

Though as time went on, and she drank more of the punch, she couldn't really help feeling that there was something rather odd going on. Not so much with the dance mind you, but more with herself....See....soon enough she found her hand slowly tracing along the edge of the table, the texture of the table cloth making her shiver slightly and run her tongue across her lips...Which by the way also felt amazingly good.

As for her eyes, well where a normal person's would be dilated now due to the effects of the drug she did not know she had ingested, Aryanna's were doing something entirely different...a constant flow of that near hypnotic golden hue seemed to be flowing through the designs in her eyes and the pink and purple colors seemed to be more vibrant, more alive....Yes, instead of her eyes growing lax and dull with the drug induced haze they became more hypnotic and more alluring than ever before........Not that she knew this. She was way too gone on the sensation of things and how much she loved the feel of the air against her flesh.

The sudden urge to feel somebody crossing her mind, and had Shane not wandered off, she might have taken to rubbing her hands along him...But as it were, she had her priorities in line and would turn her focus now to Cael who was, in her opinion, taking far too long to come back.

So, setting her cup down, she would instead go to him. A very un-Aryanna like thing to do...but then, she had never been on any form of drug in her life...Not even tylenol.....

Sliding up along side him, her small hand would slowly trace along his chest as she shuddered and bit down upon her lip to stifle back a soft little moan. "Vous me laisserez seul trop longtemps ... Maintenant, je veux jouer ..."[You leave me alone far too long...Now I want to play...]

Her small form pressing ever so slightly up against his as she purred the words...her English totally failing her now that her mind was somewhere else completely.

[Ira Seran]

She would pout her lips in a teasing matter as he refused to get into detail about the whole "wood" thing. Now it really was striking her interest.... But she will have to save that for another day. For now he was going to take her somewhere a little more isolated... a tad.... but still a lot less crowded than where they were currently.

Ira would let him lead the way..though if Cael was looking in her general area... he would receive that "I'm going to fucking kill you later" glare as she held up the punch to showcase what she had almost done.... though she would pass by Miranda who was currently unaware of the going ons... Ira would hand her the glass of punch.

Would be funny to see...

She was then lead to a fountain. Smiling she would approach it and look into the water to see how many wishes the fountain cheated. Ira would take a seat with her back to the water though her body would twist so she could look behind.

Once she got comfortable he would ask her the question most guys would if they were in their position. Ira smiled with a bit of a blush on her cheeks. She would look back to the water and would reach into her purse to grab a quarter. "You eh..." she struggled to find the right word, but finally came up with what she found fit. "I talk to you because I saw you and interested me." she would blush a bit more as she tossed the quarter into the water with her eyes closed. Ira would then look back up at Shane. "I don't be knowing if I used the correct wording. Oh.... I'm embarrassing me."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She was running a bit late. Hell, she wasn't even sure if she was possibly too late. But she would still make her way toward the school, pulling into the parking lot and drawing in a deep breath as she looked at the lights that loomed ahead signifying where the dance was going on. The courtyard lit up with various lights, the sounds of music coming from within....She was nervous. She had no clue if Patrick was going to be here tonight, and she was more than certain that her Mother and her cousins would be too busy to bother talking to her.

Basically, Kazumi figured she would be spending most of the night off by herself, secluded away from everyone. People had their lives to go about, and though Kazumi was trying to do so with her own, she always felt so stuck...So lost in the past that moving forward was just not an option. Softly nibbling upon her lower lip, she would finally manage to gather up enough nerve to climb out of her car, her little hand clasping her keys rather tightly as she struggled not to fidget or show any signs of nervousness.

But really, this was the first time since everything had happened, that she had dared to venture out into a public setting without a jacket to cover her, or a hood to mask her face from view. Not to mention hide herself away, as best she could, from the lights that loomed over the courtyard. She was still very much terrified of the light, but she kept telling herself she could do this, she could get over it....Lies, though in this moment she didn't quite realize that they were.

Slowly, two little gloved hands would reach down gathering up her dress so that it would not drag across the dirty ground of the parking lot. Perhaps it was not what everyone else would choose to wear, but for Kaz, it was honestly the most beautiful thing she could think to fit that time period, at least in her mind. Not to mention, it was an actual, vintage dress from that time period. It had cost quite a bit, considering she had to order it in special from a shop three states away, but it fit her perfectly...Of course, that was why she had gone in for fittings several times over the past couple weeks. A costume was a costume right? Nobody said she had to be just like everyone else....And though her Mother had told her to buy a dress similar to what she had chosen, Kaz just didn't feel comfortable wearing such a thing.

No, she much rather preferred the more refined dress style of what she had on. Feeling her fingers start to tremble, she would slowly make her way toward the walkway...Drawing in a few more deep breath, she would force her way through the walkway and toward the dance. Freezing up as she neared the actual dance floor area and feeling that knot forming in her stomach, making her way to turn and leave..

Yet she couldn't. Hesitantly she would let the dress fall from her hands, the ground beneath much less likely to ruin it now....Her little gloved fingers fidgeting over it nervously as she finally managed to position herself close enough to the others that she wouldn't be considered awkwardly standing off to the side, but more viewed as a part of the group. But really, all she could do was think of how much she didn't really fit in....She used to...But now, she ...well she just didn't feel like she belonged anymore....Which was okay she supposed. Not like anyone would really notice her anyway.....Softly biting her lip and keeping her eyes down....Too nervous and timid to look up, what with the lights showing off every flaw in her small form....and baring down on her, bringing back memory after memory....She wasn't sure how long this would last, but she would stay here as long as she could.

Only taking the time to note her Mother and both of her cousins, giving them each a little nervous smile and nod before she would shrink back just slightly. She didn't want to be in the way of anyone...nor did she want to interrupt whatever the others had going on...Hence why she didn't go to speak to them...Just...stayed where she was and tried to blend into the background as much as possible.

[Cael Seran]

Cael hadn't believed her for a second, he was still riding on that high that he got special treatment above all other students at this school and would continue to believe as such until otherwise apprehended for his ill-behavior. A smug grin on his face regrettably turning away from Kevala as she quickly dispersed away as well his hues shifting across the dancefloor to his sister giving a threatening glance. Strange, he hadn't wrought her any ill-will. Those emerald hues dashing to the drink she'd dash assunder. Haha, right. That. As for her company however, Cael might seek to intercede in their behavior if Shane's hands dared to wander where they best not. A shooting glare to the boy if he so happened to look Cael's way before a familiar body bumped to jostle Cael back to focus.

"And you..."

He'd slouch an arm around her waist while the other retreated to her leg and dress hemline. "Avez devenu trop ex sans moi."

A sly grin drawing back to examine her mostly forgetting about his little eye battle across the dancefloor.

[Aryanna Katashi]

She would not really notice the fact that he was looking elsewhere at first. Instead she was far too focused on the sensation of the way his body and his clothing felt beneath the touch of her hand. A little shiver once more coursing down her spine as she finally seemed to gain his attention, craving it more in that moment than she normally would and not fully understanding why....But then she did not question it. She felt way too good right now for such a thing and instead would simply give him a little grin, those eyes alight with a mixture of amusement and pure unadulterated lust.

Then his hand would travel down to her leg and the hemline of her dress, causing her to lower her head enough that her face could softly press into his chest, concealing the soft, trembling gasp that erupted from her lips, her fingers curling to grip him rather tightly. "Je pense que nous devrions aller dans un endroit plus privé ..."

Her small form rocking in closer to his own and into his touch, a little silent gesture as to why she would ask such a thing and to what she was possibly referring. Her mind clearly clouded, because if it were not, she would never have been thinking to leave with him, especially not feeling like this. Sure, for now she still had boundaries in her mind, but she was completely unaware that what was currently coursing through her system prevented such things as boundaries...esp in a girl who had never had a single drug in her life...No, this was not going to end like she had planned her night to end...But Aryanna was completely unaware.

Her hand sliding down his chest, inching further, if only to prove her point of what she wanted, and that she wanted it then.

[Legion]

Patrick was really, really, really fucking late. He planned on being a little late, not having been able to officially ask Kaz and all, thinking that she'd not come unless he did. But still. He was far later then he had ever intended to be. Yeah, he wasn't exactly big on the school functions, but unfortunately for him, this wasn't one he could exactly afford to miss. There was something about it, perhaps the vision of Kevala implanted in his brain, that made him think that missing this would spell his doom. So he figured the casual appearance, dressed nice, not time period but not his usual, would at least count for something. Right? He hoped to God it did.

So he pulled into the parking lot, putting his truck into park as he stopped for a moment after unbuckling himself. With a sigh he reached into his suit jacket pulling out a flask filled with whiskey, taking a sip. Yeah, that was the only time period thing he had on him. The flask and the alcohol. Patrick figured it being prohibition era and all that had to count for something, right?

Patrick got out of the truck, straightening his Armani suit out. Yeah, that's right. Patrick had an armani suit. The poor street kid. Well, as it turned out Patrick hadn't ever worn it to any official function, or to look nice. Hell, there weren't many people that had seen the irishman in the suit at weren't dead. Patrick couldn't think of any at least, so it must have been close to zero. Not even Zea had known he had owned such an expensive label at the time. A pang of guilt crossing Patrick's features as he walked of, shaking that thought out of him mind. Besides, there were a lot of reasons for the woman to hate him, and that seemed like a moot point compared to him never wearing a suit with her.

He was with Kazumi now though. Not Zea. That had to count for something right? She was in his rearview.

The thought quickly dismissed from his mind as he entered the actual dance itself, his hand withdrawing the flask again, sighing as he drank. This was going to be a long ass night, and that was considering he only really planned to be here for twenty minutes, max. He quickly scanned the crowd, hoping to find Kevala. You know, see her, insert himself into some random conversation where she was bound to look at him at least once. See he was there and then ditch the thing. If she asked, he was there man!!!!

Luckily for him though, or perhaps unluckily depending on how sentimental she happened to be Patrick saw Kazumi, looking the other way. Standing against the wall, in her, beautiful dress. Patrick sure as hell wouldn't know it wasn't time period authentic. His jaw giving the slight drop as he'd make his way over to her, stealthily. Attempting to stand himself beside her while she was looking away, utilizing all his super secret stealth skills picked up after years on the streets hiding and stalking. As he did that he would say with a grin, "Yer looking absolutely gorgeous my lady."

Sure, wrong time period perhaps, but between the two of them they were all over the place. Right?

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Kaz had pretty much resigned herself to standing back against the wall and keeping to herself. She didn't want to bother either of her cousins who seemed to be engaged in conversations with people, nor did she want to bother her Mother who seemed to have something on her mind as she made her way from where Cael had been standing toward the guy at the punch bowl. Honestly, Kaz just chalked it up to Kev's paranoia and didn't think about it too much.

A little sigh passing her lips as she reached up and would softly twirl her fingers through a stray curl of her dark locks, having chosen to curl her hair just a bit for the night's events so that she could give herself a bit of a different look. Her mind completely distracted at this point and not paying much attention to the things going on around her. So yes, Patrick's super stealthy moves would pay off, because when he finally spoke up, she would quite literally jump at the sound of a voice so suddenly close to her, and give a little squeak of surprise before turning around.

As those eyes fell upon Patrick, that look of surprise and fear would fade and a soft, affectionate smile would instead curl upon her lips. She noted his attire, and having grown up in a home where suits like that were quite common, she knew its value. But in all honesty, that was the last thing on her mind. No, all she could really think about was how good he looked and how happy she was that he was here.

Stepping away from the wall, she would move to stand in front of him, her cheeks, however pale from her unhealthy state, would tinge with a blush at his words, softly nibbling her lower lip and her fingers anxiously fidgeting with the skirt of her dress. "You are looking ra...rather dashing...y..yourself.." Stepping forward and letting her little gloved hands raise upward so that she could rest them flat against his chest, rising up on her tip toes and pressing her lips to his for a brief moment before pulling back to speak softly against his lips. "I am so glad y..you are here." A sound of relief filling her tone...genuine relief. She had been so anxious about being here...and though there were still lingering fears...she felt much better.

[Legion]

Patrick gave a small chuckle as she jumped with the squeak. He knew how she was and so he didn't feel bad with this response. If she had legit screamed and started crying he'd feel bad, but that wasn't the case. Nor did he really think that that had been much of an option either. But it went over well so Patrick smiled at her. He really was glad she was here. Perhaps now he'd stick around longer as opposed to trying to duck out after being noticed by enough people.

She complimented him on his get up and so Patrick would let out a grin, "I aim to please."

He wasn't sure if whoever was running this thing would be pleased with his none time period looks but fuck it. Kazumi liked it and well, he was here. That's pretty much as good as you were ever going to get from the irishman.

His lips met hers in a brief, but not really super PDAified kiss. As she whispered into his lips Patrick woudl smile, relief in his own tone, "I was going to say the same thing."

"Because ye may not know it," Patrick said jokingly, "But I'm not really much for these social events. I have to admit I'm a little out of my element."

As he gave another overview of the dance he looked around at all the happenings going around them. One thing that he found particularly funny was the punch bowl. Yeah, he didn't go to these things, but he knew what went on. Pointing over to the bowl he asked, "Hey Kaz, what do ye think the punch is spiked with?"

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She would smile at the relief in his own tone, her hand coming up and softly brushing against his cheek as she would lower herself back down to rest flat upon her feet, those blue eyes looking up into his. "Y..You? N..Not social? I..I don't be..believe it." A little laugh, though her cheeks did darken a bit more due to the way she stuttered, head lowering a bit to try and hide her shame from it.

She hated that she couldn't talk right, at least not when out in the public like this....and it just made her wonder if he would be embarrassed having a girlfriend that couldn't talk right. A little sigh passing her lips at the thought, though when he asked about the punch she would glance toward the refreshment table and then shake her head. "I..I don't know..But m..my mother is looking at i..it pretty sternly s..so I am guessing i..its bad." Again she would lower her head, lower lip being bitten roughly to shut herself up as her gloved fingers would fidget with her dress. She had been trying so hard to learn to speak right, practicing in her room at night when she couldn't sleep....Even more so now that she was dating Patrick...mostly because she didn't want people to be making fun of her or saying stuff to him about how his girlfriend was stupid or something. Since apparently, the inability to talk right meant you were retarded or whatever.

"I...I am so..sorry...I am trying t..to learn to...to talk better.." Her words barely more than a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear as she would sigh once more and reach up to nervously tuck her hair away behind her ear.

[Kevala Katashi]

As she made her way toward the punch bowl, she would stop, a thought occurring to her and a small snap of her fingers given. She had almost forgotten something. Turning back around she would glance toward her nephew, noting that he had already been joined by that Aryanna girl. She wasn't sure what to make of that one yet, and though she wished to stay away from her, she supposed that she didn't have much choice but to deal with her, at least for now. Chances were she wouldn't get to speak with Cael again before he left.

Moving to where she had left him standing, she stood behind him and would clear her throat to draw his attention toward her. "Cael, I almost forgot. I have a few party favors for those who came tonight." Opening up her bag, she would reach in and pull out two pen looking objects, each containing a different colored liquid and a bright red label on them. "These are some neat little devices that my company is manufacturing. If you read the labels they will explain everything you need to know." She would then hand the clear looking one to Cael and the orange looking one to Aryanna. A little bow of her head given toward her nephew, assuming of course he took it.

"Please use them wisely." A little smile and she would then turn to leave, this time making her way to the punch bowl, not stopping this go around, and coming to a stop next to the scrawny kid handing out drinks. "Care to tell me what you put in the drinks tonight?" She would glance over the boy and then back at Cael. Oh she knew damn well who it was that had instigated this entire thing, she just couldn't prove it. Tricky little bastard.

Shaking her head, she would wave her hand dismissively, cutting the boy off before he could reply. "Nevermind. I don't want to know and I have far too much to take care of before people start leaving. So here." She would reach into her bag, pulling out another one of those pens and handing it to Michael...this one containing a black liquid. "Read the label and it will tell you what to do with it. Enjoy."

From there, she would make her way through the rest of the students that were there, handing out various chemical enhancement pens as she went along. What color a person got all depended on where her hand fell in the bag. There was only one she had purposefully given out, and that was to the scrawny kid by the punch bowl. Though, nobody would ever know that, seeing as how she had done just what she was doing now, reached in, grabbed and handed. Not even looking down at her bag as she did so.

When she got to Shane and Ira, she would glance at both of them and just shake her head, though she said nothing. Reaching into her bag, she would grab a green pen and hand it to Shane. "Instructions are on the label." She would then turn to Ira and offer a little smile to her niece.

Once more she reached into her bag, but instead of a pen, she would take out a small silver clip which contained $250 dollars in it. "C'est le paiement pour fournir de la musique pour la danse et pour la fourniture des équipements ainsi. Avoir une belle soirée cher."[This is for providing music for the dance and for providing the equipment as well. Have a nice evening dear.]

A slight bow of her head given to the blond girl before she would turn to make her way to the last pair she had to speak with this evening. Walking up to Kazumi, she would glance between her and the boy she was with. Patrick. Yes, Kevala recognized him, though she was not about to ask what was going on here. Instead, she reached into her bag and grabbed out another pen, this time a pink one, and handed it to Kazumi. "Just read the label dear, though if you don't want it, I will understand." Yes, she wasn't expecting her daughter to want to inject herself with some strange chemical, even if it was from her. Regardless, she would then turn to Patrick, once more reaching in her purse and once more pulling out a small silver clip which contained $250. She knew enough about the boy to know he was like her in some ways...Like hell he would be just randomly shooting himself up with something. Though she could be wrong. "Since I doubt that you will be jumping to inject yourself with one of these, I figure I will give you something more useful to you and your skill set. Though, if you would prefer a pen, I have more." She was just making sure of course. "Oh, and I hope you plan to have a little talk with your Student Body President for failure to show up at my event. I can almost excuse such lack of respect from my other students. But from one of my pillars? Especially the one who's job it is to oversee these types of events? Well it is inexcusable." A little arch of her brow, showing that she was dead serious. It was his job as School Captain to make sure that the pillars kept up with their duties, and for the Student Body President to blatantly blow off this event, her event....well, lets just say he was lucky that Kevala was allowing Patrick to deal with him.

Assuming that Patrick did not wish to hold a lengthy conversation, nor that he wished to trade out the money for one of the pens she had, she would turn and head back into the crowd. Though not without one last look that suggested he better watch where he put his hands with her baby girl.

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OOC: That officially covers the rewards for everyone that chose to post at the dance. This by no means signals the end of the dance though. I just wanted to ensure that everyone got their gift ICly before people started filing off. Also, I figured that the dance was moving along rather slowly, and that nobody else was going to bother to join, so now was as good a time as any.

Gifts handed out as follows:

1) Cael Seran -- Chemical A-105
2) Aryanna Katashi -- Chemical A-101
3) Michael Cypren -- Chemical X ( Please contact me when you choose to use this one so that I can roll to see what effects it has on you.
4) Shane Westley -- Chemical A-103
5) Ira Seran -- $250 ( Based on what we had talked about before. Though if I am wrong in assuming you didn't want a consumable, then just IM me and I will fix it. As for the amount of money, it was determined to be half of what the consumables being handed out are worth...Seemed fair. )
6) Kazumi Badoer -- Chemical A-106
7) Patrick O'Connor -- $250 ( Same as with Ira, if I need to change it let me know. )

For those of you who got cash, this will be the only time that I allow for there to be a switch out between consumables and cash. Next time you will have to take the consumable or opt to take nothing. But seeing as how this was the first official event for the school, I was handing out rewards for the sole purpose of giving gifts for participating. Just as a kind of celebration for the first school event. So yeah, didn't see the harm in switching out this one time.

For those of you who got a C.E.P device....Please check the items list for Chemical Enhancement Pens in order to learn about the affects of your consumable. Also, please make a note in your bio or your character links page to show that you have this item. When you use it, do not delete it, just put down your usage date. Pretty please.

Not ever event in school will result in this type of reward system. Like I stated above, this was just a sort of celebration for being the first official school event. Typically, consumables will not be handed out unless the event is entertaining, gripping, etc. In other words, from here on out, you are going to have to earn it.

Thank you all for joining and what not. Have fun!

[Elijah Graham]

Seeing Ira shoot a death glare at her brother before handing off his cup of punch to the girl she had come in with from the corner of his eye, good thing he quickly looked forward, because she would've seen that he had this expression on his face: ^___^;

The two of them reaching the fountain, while Ira took a seat, her back facing the water but twisting her body slightly so she could stare into the water, Shane stood in front of her, his arms casually folded across his chest while loosely holding onto his toy gun in his hand as she fished a quarter out of her purse. A slight smile appearing on his face, he understood the gist of what Ira meant, though he was admittedly, a little surprised, as he watched her toss her quarter into the fountain and make a wish.

"Close enough. What you meant to say was, 'I talked to you because I saw you and you interested me.' Just keep practicing, you'll get the hang of it. If you ever need help, just give me a call."

Smiling kindly at her, his smile would quickly be replaced with a blank look as Mrs. Badoer came up to them, glanced at both of them and just shook her head before reaching into her bag and handing him a pen that resembled an Epipen, except it had a green liquid inside.

"Uh... okay..."

Staring down at the pen and the instructions while Ira was handed a money clip of $250, Shane would look over at after Mrs. Badoer had left, and just shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't gonna complain, that's for sure.

"Hey, could you give me your cellphone number? I'll give you mine, and if you ever want help, or just want to talk or whatever, just call me."

[Cael Seran]

Cael would make a quick gasp for air in the short moment not quite expecting her to be so forward about things. It was a rare instance where Cael found himself surprised by something and even less so when he took to it fondly but her suggestion was more than operable to his interests. He'd take this instance to loop his arm around her waist and pivot the small girl to his side and make his way out the door as to go without saying that they were on their way. But before he could really be free Auntie Kevala interrupted again.

"Really now? You're killing my buzz."

Through squinted hues he'd take them not entirely wanting to indulge in her little party favor as he had one of his own moving quickly along to the Seran limo outside pulling Aryanna along with him nestling her softly onto his lap despite plenty of room in the car.

[Michael Cypren]

Michael would quickly stirr the little syrum that was bundled under his torso, his eyes seemingly getting lost in the mystic haze that'd been there. He couldn't help but think that there was a better way to get out of this whole "sticky situation" but didn't really find the means to quite aptly do so. He could always squel, it wasn't as though Cael knew his name or very much cared as he came to this dance and was approached by one of the teachers earlier with apparent disregard or intimidation. He could run, try to bum his job off on somebody else.

"Care to tell me what you put in the drinks tonight?"

Michael would notably jump, his feet carrying him up skyward like a rocket to appear twice his size in the action. There was nothing secrative about it.

"I DON'T KNOW IT WAS SOMEBODY ELSE!"

Loud enough so that a good majority of people nearby could hear him but those far enough away it was veiled by the music. Michael of course almost pissed himself, one more good surprise like that and he surely would.

"Nevermind. I don't want to know and I have far too much to take care of before people start leaving. So here."

What huh? A teacher gave him something? Something more importantly that looked.... hostile.