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◊11th Ride◊ Alien Youth

A: 773 Bunker Street

[Varon sighs as he grabs his books for school. It's not a dejected sigh but rather a sigh of frustration. He really isn't looking forward to getting fitted for a suit. He's been listening to the others in his class talk about it with excitement. This wasn't something that he could get excited about. He looks at the tickets in his wallet and shakes his head with his eyes cast up the ceiling.

He knows his not!father is a chaperone. That isn't the problem. His reputation is going to be blown sky high in a grand explosion of probably being laughed at for his dancing ability, something that he had to learn as an assassin and another useless skill that his former employer made him learn. He hopes that his not!father thinks that he needs lessons...which might be inevitable.

He quickly closes his wallet and shoves it in his back pocket in a hurry. Out of sight, out of mind. He grabs the car keys and walks out the door. His nerves are so high on edge he skips breakfast and hopes to dodge the inquisition.]

B: Mayfield High

[The same conversations he hears over and over again fall on deaf ears. He's at his locker and he's doing his best to ignore the drone girls swooning and hoping that he would ask them to the prom.

Varon rolls his eyes while he scans his books. The same questions follow him.]

Do you have a date? I would like to go with you.

Not gonna happen.

[He slams the locker closed and walks away.]

C: After School at the tailors

[Varon sits in the waiting area with a newspaper covering his face and torso. He isn't looking forward to this at all. He hopes that his name is overlooked and he could go home with the excuse that they didn't have his name on their list.

It's not that he's unfamiliar with it, it's just the opposite. Back home, he had to be fitted for suits, but it's not one of his favorite things. If it isn't for Fujino, he would have left a long time ago and forget the whole thing.

The dreaded moment arrives and his name is called...]

D: Back to 773 Bunker Street (evening)

[He enters the house and places the keys on the hook. He didn't bother to pick up the phone this time. He walks straight into his room and closes the door to hang up the suit.]

This sucks.

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[Crowe has had a similar problem in the past. When Varon walks by, he'll chime in.]

Just tell them you have a date. If they ask who, just make up a name.

[He looks up at the new voice with a slight scowl.]

I don't lie. Eventually they'll catch on an' then what? I'm not tellin' 'em who I have in mind. They'll make her life a livin' hell.

[Varon learned his lesson from the phone call and how the drones male and female gave both him and Fujino crap for it too. Not just the drones but the residents too, or at least some.]

[He shakes his head.] I don't like lying, either. But they're in their own little world. It's the best way to have them back off. You can always tell them you're grounded or something, as well.

[He scoffs softly and smirks.]

That wouldn't be far from the truth, but knowin' my dad, he'll probably drag me out t' share the misery. He's a chaperone.

Ah, I see. To be honest with you, it's not much like a "prom". It's more just like a town-wide party. All the ones I've been to are quite fun.

[flatly] Wonderful. [normal tone] So why call it a prom? Where I come from, we didn't have those. We had formal dinners. Do I gotta dance at this mess?

Mmm, I guess just the time of year it falls on. The drones have theirs, and we have ours. I'd never gone to one either, till I ended up here. And yes, there's dancing, but no one's going to force you into it. Plus, the usual DJ has music not from the 1950s, so it's a nice change.

[His brow quirks at this revelation then his smirk returns.]

That's good at least. It's been a while since I started a mosh.

[Crowe chuckles.] So long as there's no broken limbs, I say go for it.

[He laughs.] Nah, I wouldn't go that far, hey if it happens, it happens. [shrugs] Then it's not my fault.

Also, don't upset the food tables. A riot might start.

Whoa, now, I'm all good for a party an' all that but why would I mess up good food? I'll need lotsa room for a pit but not around the food! That's sacrilege.

Good. Because there are some really great cooks in town catering this thing.

Now, that's kick ass. I'm in!

[Sorry Varon, but you're not getting away that easily. Lion is good at spotting out-of-sorts behaviour.]

Something wrong, Varon-san?

[Crap. Busted by not!dad Lion. Varon looks over his shoulder and slightly stiffens up at the shoulders.]

Dammit! Yeah. Prom. I got no idea what t' do.

Well, you have someone to go with, don't you? Fujino-san, right?

[He finches slightly. Not that he didn't want to go with her, he was concerned that she might not want to go with him. Yep. Enter insecurity.]

I'd like t' ask her, yeah, but...she might not wanna go with me, you know.

[He extends his arms and shifts his weight slightly to one side.]

I'm not exactly the pinnacle of class, mate.

I think that's really only a problem if you see it that way. You've been together for a while now, haven't you? I'm sure she'll go with you in that case.

[Lion smiles wryly.] Although it wouldn't hurt to dress up a little for her. The prom may only be a formal in name, but here in Mayfield it's one of the few times we have an excuse for formal wear.

[He groans slightly but loud enough for Lion to hear.]

I had a feelin' you'd say that. I'd do it for her but...that means everyone else is gonna see. I've got the manners of a croc.

[Now he looks desperate. The last thing he needed to do was to embarrass Fujino even more.]

I need help. Don't you dare laugh!

[Permit him a chuckle, though.] I won't. But I think you're worrying about this more than you should. Still, if you need help, I'll do what I can for you.

[He'll allow that chuckle because now that he's thinking about it, it is pretty funny but he hides it with a roll to his eyes.]

I've got no idea what I'm doin'.

Well, what do you need help with first?

[His eyes widened then a snort comes through.]

Everything.

[Varon hates being specific when it comes to things like this. He knows how to dance and hopes that Lion doesn't try that first.]

Ah. [Geez, Varon, try to cooperate...]

Well, I suppose the first thing to do would be to decide what you'll wear...

I get that there's some sort of suit involved. I've had one made before. Raph told me once that it's supposed t' make ya feel important or somethin' at the tailors. I didn't get that impression.

Okay...[He claps his hands together and rubs the palms together.] Suit, check.

Wait.

[He gives a thoughtful pause.]

How 'bout this t' make it easier. Is there some sort of James Magnum-esque thing that goes along with this?

[Nervous? Oh yes.]

Ah...who? [Sorry, Varon, Lion doesn't really know who you're alluding to.]

[He chuckles. He keeps forgetting that minor little detail that his world's pop culture didn't transfer here.]

He's just some bloke that's supposedly this bad ass spy an' ladies man. No worries. He's a wimp anyway.

I see. Well, it would be best to wear something nice...probably not too formal, since it isn't that kind of party, but still presentable.

Huh. What about the etiquette? Guess I'll have t' shave the cussin'. I know that part.

Perhaps a little. Oh, and be careful of the punch. Someone spiked it last year and they might do it again.

Don't like punch. Most of the time that stuff gets all watered down an' nasty tastin'. Can I bring my own instead?

So, basically I was gettin' all worried over nothin'?

For the most part, yes. All you really need to worry about is what you'll wear. [And to be relatively civil.] It's nothing to be too nervous about.

Huh. Then why are people makin' such a big deal over it?

Well, it's one of the few times the we can get together and socialize without having to deal with the drones. We hold ours separately from them, after all.

Yeah, you mentioned that. What I'm askin' is...nah, you answered it a'ready.

[He moves to the couch and sits down, tossing the keys on the coffee table.]

At least it's not a damn sock hop.

No, it isn't. There's really no pressure once you get there.

[He breathes out a sigh of relief.]

I'll hold ya to that part, mate. Guess all this pressure of that stupid prom had my nerves on edge. Sorry I snapped at ya.

It's alright. If you need help with anything else, let me know.

I'm sure I'm gonna need it. Especially when it comes time t' put on that suit. Good thing is I don't have t' worry about cufflinks.

[Prom night. She's heard of it back in her school before, but at that time, she wasn't really interested ~~because of circumstances~~ and she never really felt anything for school-planned events in general. But, here in Mayfield, where she had her sense of feeling back? She couldn't help but get excited, especially since she knew who she wanted to go with.

How to go about it though, was another thing, as she runs right up to him.]

Hi, Varon! How are you doing today?

[He turns to face Fujino with a smile and the drone girls huff and walk away. This makes him chuckle as he leans in to kiss her cheek.]

Better now.

[It was best not to dwell on the weirdness that fell on Fujino the last time they saw each other. He let that part go.]

Uh...got a question. Are ya goin' to that prom thing?

[He almost felt like he was stuttering for a moment.]

[Bluuuush]

Hee hee, that's good to hear.

Ah, yes! Why do you ask?

Well, I was wonderin' what colors you were goin' with so we could match a bit. Got an appointment this afternoon at the tailors. Never been t' one so I got no idea what's gonna happen.

[He tries not to think about the worst. With summer coming up, he's going to have to work hard to make sure he gets everything straight for his business. His free time was almost nil.]

Ahhh, I'm rather fond of purple. So, maybe a dark purple or black suit might suit you?

[A beat]

...pun really not intended.

Black with a purple tie, got it.

[And now he's got to think about the corsage. He'll go to the florist to pick the design and have it ready for pick-up the day of the dance so the flowers wouldn't die.]

Guess this means I gotta get a haircut.

[He puts his hand on the top of his head.]

Or maybe I'll just pull it back in a pony.

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B) FOREVER LATE, I'M SORRY ;AAA;

No worries. :D

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