smash_logs | This is the time to remember, though they will not last forever...

This is the time to remember, though they will not last forever...

Who: Everybody! Yeeaaah!
What: Graduation and Prom!
When: The evening of June 8th.
Where: The Stadium.
Warnings: Everything. Everyone. You know who you are. You Know Who You Are.

Whether you've been here every year for what seems like eternity, or this is your first time, nothing quite compares to the feeling of Graduation Day.

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The Stadium was decked out in school colors and the lights were bright. The stage was simple, classy and bereft of decoration barring the happy, smiling faces of your Headmasters and Teachers. (Those of them who do smile, at any rate.) Congratulations on your impending steps forward, those of you who made it through the school year! Hope your gowns are clean and your hats are appropriately be-tassled!

Of course, such pomp and circumstance can't go on forever. Once all the formalities and diplomas and congratulatory Hand shakes are out of the way, we have Prom! There's tables and chairs set up at the other end of the Stadium, and a huge table covered in all manner of finger foods guaranteed not to dribble or splatter on your rental tux or beautiful dress - so long as you're careful, anyway. And don't forget the dance floor and the plethora of music picked just for all of you to dance to! Tonight should be a night to remember!

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[[OOC: Hey there, Smashies! You know the drill, right? It's Graduation! Here's last year's if you need a refresher on how this works. The basics go like this - Graduatiuon itself is broken into several parts. Once the last part, Dismissal, is posted up, that's your cue to make your own top-level threads for Prom! But please don't hesitate to continue tagging Graduation stuff.

If you have any problems, don't hesitate to ping a Mod!]]

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After their practice dance earlier, she had high expectations for him, and he certainly didn't disappoint. He seemed to have energy to spare! Something she didn't quite expect from a sleepy guy.

"Well, that depends. Do you feel like anything upbeat, or slow?" she asked him.

Energy drinks were kind of a new frontier for the Snorlax. He was kind of liking the effect! Chances were high he'd crash like a truckload of rocks later. But for now? He was finding his stride.

"Oh, man, I could really do either! Upbeat can be a lot of fun! But slow is really nice too - and I know you wanted to do more formal dancing and stuff!"

"Well then... Why don't we go for something slow, hm?" she asked him, taking his hands. "Something nice and relaxing where we can just move with the rhythm."

"That sounds just perfect!" Sonny replied, taking her hands in return. "I really like that idea!"

Frankly, who wouldn't?

For now, though, he let the current song guide his actions. Heel-toe-heel-toe, switch and spin! The combination of masses of caffeine and more practice than he'd care to admit seemed to be coming together to create a fairly competent dancer. Definitely a few steps up from where he was during club practice!

"So! Hey! When would you want to go to Kanto?"

She shrugged. "We can leave whenever you want," she said. "I don't have much in the way of plans, aside from wanting to go home for a while, but I can do that any time. When do you have time?"

"Any time, really." Sonny replied. "I could leave tomorrow, if that's when you wanted to go! Or any other time, really. No rush!"

"Well, you have to at LEAST give me a chance to pack," Shantae laughed. "Pretty eager, aren't you?"

"A little!" Sonny replied. Hey, it had been a while since he'd been home!

"I just think we're going to have a lot of fun! But probably not that much if you don't get to at least pack, first." he chuckled. "Just let me know so I can call ahead!"

"Let's finish enjoying tonight first, okay?" Shantae told him, tapping his chin with her finger. "Tonight it's pleasure before business."

"Yeah!" he replied with a grin. "I've been really looking forward to this, too!"

He flushed just a little pink at her tapping his chin - so cute!

When the song ended, Shantae caught her breath for just a moment. She could swear she heard Sonny's stomach growling, but then that was no surprise. She was only surprised he didn't insist on getting food earlier. Well, far be it for her to deny him his basic necessities.

"How about we hit the snack table?" she offered.

"Alright!" Sonny replied, his already wide grin becoming even wider. He definitely appreciated the gesture! "I could go for a bite! And deeeeefinitely something to drink. Suits are warmer than you would guess!"

Especially when you were shaking your tushy at such high speeds!

He offered her his arm and started towards the snack table, already zeroing in on teeny tiny sandwiches and little hot dogs on toothpicks.

"It's a nice spread this year!"

"You're not kidding," she said. "It all looks so good! I don't even know where to start..."

"I got off a little lighter, this dress is pretty cool," she commented of the shoulder-less, slit leg red dress. "But at least you look really cute in your tux there."

"And you look super-duper pretty in your dress!" Sonny replied happily, already loading himself a plate filled with All of the Everything.

"Start wherever you want! If I can make a suggestion? Little hotdogs on toothpicks are always a great starter. Little mustard on them and they're heaven on a little pointy stick."

"Oh, I know, but it's always nice to be reminded," Shantae replied with a confident smirk, as she set to work loading up a plate with finger food.

"I'm sure that's something you get reminded about a lot!" Sonny chuckled, loading up his own plate. There were little pizza pockets and bagel bites with cream cheese and fruit. (Man. Nancy had really gone to town this year, huh?)

"Would you like me to pour you a glass of punch?"

"True, but it's nice to hear it in a polite way," she said. "Sure, some punch would be great!"

Sonny nodded and started ladling punch into a cup. He gave it a sniff and... yeah, it wasn't spiked. No burny alcohol scent to it, yet. Safe!

"Oh? People tell you in a not polite way?" Sonny asked, topping off her cup and handing it to her. "That's dumb!"

"I mean more in the sleazy, scummy way," she said. "I get it a lot, guys talking to me like I'm set dressing. Not you, I just mean some annoying guys. Like this big muscular blue guy back home who drives tanks."

"Hmm. That's just disrespectful." he replied with a frown. "You should ask them if they'd be alright with someone talking to their Mom like that. I hear that's a good way to shut people like that up."

People who loved their Moms, anyhow.

"Wait, blue muscular guy who drives a tank? That sounds like Max! But he wouldn't talk to you that way. Never ever."

"Yeeeah, trust me, it doesn't work that way," she pointed out, arms crossed.

Did even the biggest jerks love their moms? It's a mystery.

Shantae stopped, lifting her head thoughtfully. She'd never quite made that connection before. Huh. "You know, they ARE kinda built similarly, but Ammo Baron is a cyclops. Also he's a complete nut-job. Max is just nuts about weight lifting."

"Well, at least I know you're the kind of person who could stick up for yourself." Sonny replied. "You shouldn't have to put up with stuff like that, and I bet you tell them so!"

Cyclops. Huh.

"Yeah, Max has two eyes and is a perfect gentleman! Un... unless he's been drinking? Then he can kind of get... off topic? Not mean or anything! Just... weepy and he says stuff that can be a little embarrassing!"

"I had to for the most part. It's a long story. But believe me, I had limits, and he crossed them," she informed him.

"I've met Max before. I did a stretching lesson for his workout videos," Shantae explained. "Never seen him drunk, though."

But the night was young.

"Oh! I watched that! The Martial Arts Teacher was way better at copying you than Max was..."

Poor, poor non-flexible Max.

"Probably you don't necessarily want to meet him when he's drunk? I don't want to sound mean but he kind of cries a lot? I don't know why. Poor Max. When I took Voile out to a party at this bar and Max was there and had been drinking, he cried and told us we were going to have beautiful babies... but we had only been dating for a week."

It was kind of funny to think about now but had been... well, no, it had been funny at the time, too.

"He was, wasn't he? Max isn't exactly the most flexible person out there," she laughed.

She blinked. "Well. That's a little weird of him..."

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