I had wandered absently into the library during study hall that day. A few friends clad in black eyeliner, trenchcoats and chains followed idly chatting about last friday's episode of Dracula after a conversation we'd all been having about old vampire folklore.
Setting my sights on a familiar face, I walked over to the desk and called out "Izzy!" I was careful of course, not to betray my familiarity with the girl, as I lead the miscreant crew closer to her and posed my query.
"I was wondering if the library here had any books on..." I paused for the proper effect before cocking my head to the side like an inquisitive cat and then SLAMMING my palms down on the desk and intoning "the Occult?"
The other dark ones were highly amused at my display but I looked at Izzy for a bit too long indicating my seriousness. I wonder if she got why I did that...
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But then came lunchtime and this bat left the belltower. I gave my compatriots some line about going to try and score with our english teacher and took off. A quick stop at my locker and I acquired my old working man's lunchbox. And then it was to the roof I went.
Once there, I went over to the haunt of the cliqueless, knelt down and removed four other cans of beer before cracking mine open and kicking back in the shade and awaiting the rest of my co-conspirators in rooftop lunching. I'd be sure to invite them all to some alcohol as they arrived.
As the dungeonmaster made her entrance and asked what we were eating I flatly smirked. "Beer. Want one?"
And then after she comented on going to a dance, which she'd be as likely to go to as I would, I came back with "I'll do your make up, Sarah."
Before I turned to Izzy and offered "I could take you to a dance that's kind of like that but it's got just as much black leather as corsets and dresses. It'll be fun."