2019-06-10 - Super Cool Dancing, Daddy-O

Getting ready for this party was a chore. There were curlers involved and complaints about how this lace itches and why is there so much fucking taffeta?! Why is taffeta even a thing?! But there. Everyone got dressed and made it to the school, and the last trick up Emily's sleeve are paper-framed 3D glasses that she hands over, a pair of Logan and a pair for herself, and there. Now they look like proper idiots.

"We should really get high before we go in." That's her suggestion, put when she closes the car door and looks across the parking lot toward where people are all filtering into the brightly-lit gym, the one illuminated building on this NOT dark-and-thundery evening. <.<

Being a boy is awesome. Logan was ready in under five minutes, and all he bothered to do is spike up his hair with some gel. Then he sat around for literally like hours bitching about how she looks perfect, why does she need those curlers anyway, and ohmygod will she shut up about the taffeta? But whatever, they are here now, and Logan fixes his bowtie so that it is lopsided as he leans against the car and looks out to the school. His 3D glasses are on the top of his head because he is a #cooldude.

"Gee golly Miss Emily, are you suggesting we smoke the devil's lettuce?" he gapes at her, batting his lashes dramatically. Like he can't even believe she'd suggest such a thing. "I'm not even sure you should be outta the kitchen, dolly, but you're in luck." From the inside pocket of his jacket, he produces a baggie, which he shakes in her general direction. "You're going steady with a cool cat, so don't flip your wig." Someone spent almost all those hours that she was getting ready researching 1950s slang. This might go on all night.

With some deadpan blinking, Emily asks flatly, "This is what you were doing while I was getting ready? Googling 'dumb fifties lingo?'" She sounds and looks extremely unimpressed. Just ignore the pull on one side of her mouth that's actually moderately entertained and assume the thumbs-up she gives him is sarcastic. "Excellent use of your time, daddy-o." She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, which would look super-smart if they weren't dorky 3D glasses. Probably something she should've thought of before she was like 'let's get high' and made to snatch the bag out of Logan's fingers... and came up with nothing but air. Anyway, the thing she should've thought about: "Do you think I can get fired for getting high in the parking lot before an event that's not technically during the school year?" She'll smoke it anyway, but yeah; it occurs to her that it's not a good look for a teacher.

"You gotta be hep to the jive, baby," Logan's so fucking cool, it practically radiates out of him. Besides, he sees that lopsided smirk of hers - he knows this is working. Which is why he holds the baggie right up over her head when she comes to snatch the baggie from him, and swat her on the rear with his free hand. "Cool your jets," he bends to smooch her cheek obnoxiously and hop up onto the hood of the car, banging on the metal in encouragement to sit beside him. "How many times have we gotten high in this parking lot? Besides, it's legal now." Granted, it's not legal to smoke it on school grounds, but semantics. The baggie rustles as he opens it, and he pulls his lighter out of his jacket pocket. But hey, he's a romantic, so he holds the joint up to her lips once she comes over with every intention of lighting it for her. "Ladies first."

Emily tries to get on the hood of the car. She really does. But all that tulle and taffeta conspire against her - which is probably for the best, since her shitty car isn't made for sitting on, and did he ever wind up replacing the truck he drove into a cliff, or is this their only mode of transportation nowadays?

The point is: Emily can't get up there, it's impossible, so she just leans against the hood. Thaaaaankfully, none of the NPCs passing by them on their way in to this awesome dance are the judgey kind that will rat her ass out, though one woman - who actually kinda looks like she might wear this get-up regularly and is not just in costume - coughs dramatically when a wisp of pot-smoke blows her way. "Okay then, Cultural Attache to the Fifties." Logan's official new title. "What did they even call weed back in the day?" Since that old woman didn't like it, she blows smoke right at Logan instead (he will smell lovely now) and passes him the joint.

Logan, wearing a plaid sports coat in eyesore bright yellow, red and forest green (with matching pants and bowtie!) sits on the hood of Emily's car because he had no problem getting up there unlike some people, leaning forward towards his knees as he lights what is totally just a cigarette between Emily's lips. "Uh, devil's lettuce. I said that already. Dope. Joy smokes. I think goof butts? That might be more 1940s than 50s though," he ponders the history of marijuana slang while getting some smoke blown in his face. He breathes deep, and then takes this totally innocent cigarette from Emily and does a bit of puff-puff for himself. "Did I tell you yet that you look like a total barn burner?" It's a compliment!

Emily and Logan totally fail to match. She's in this sort of pale green dress - like, pistachio pudding green - that's all tiered lace and taffeta, with a skirt that's awkwardly somewhere between calf-and-ankle length. They also both have on paper 3D glasses. The gym is all lit up, and these two are working on getting all lit up before going in there, with Emily listening to Logan with a deepening frown. "Why did I think it was called reefer?" Also, for being a barn burner, she plucks irritably at the tulle-and-taffeta; "I mean, this shit is definitely flammable. I bet I'd go up like a Roman candle, fwoof!" Is the sound of flames burning her to death.

Other cars come into the lot, including Jack. Its an event he can get his old coupe out and it not be totally out of place. Big back wheels, smaller front, but more kept up, not rat-rod style in the least. A quick stop in an empty as he finds it, and he's opening his door but looking over at the person next to him. "Tradition, I think I have to open your door again," said in his general demeanor of dull or just interested enough to talk, and he heads over to get the passenger door. He's in leather jacket, blue jeans (really dark blue nothing faded), all stars and some greased and combed hair (usually his hair is mussy). "Been awhile since I danced now, don't expect much. Probably not since ..." Sometime ago they danced together implied but long past maybe. He'll try to get to her door to let her out.

Carmen wasn't quite sure how seriously people would take the theme of the dance, so she smiles with reassurance upon arriving and stepping out of her car to see that Emily and Logan at least have already turned up in full 1950's regalia. Carmen's wearing a knee-length black dress with white polka-dots, the skirt supplemented by very many layers of lace and petticoats and so forth to make it poof out from the waist in that distinctive style and her hair is pinned up in some elaborate updo with victory rolls that took more time than she would care to admit to. She's also got a corsage on her wrist, even if she's turning up without a date because she owns a flower shop and she'll be damned if she misses a chance to advertise it. Passing through on her way toward the gymnasium, she lifts a hand in a wave toward the two reprobates getting baked in the parking lot, flashing them an amicable grin as she goes.

"I'm preeeetty sure 'reefer' is from those old 1930s propaganda films. Reeeefer Maaadnesss," Logan puts on his best spooky voice for the latter part of that statement to Emily, drawling out the e's and ah's with a quick waggle of his brows, joint hanging from the corner of his lips. He takes another puff and blows the smoke Emily's way, lifting it in a vague hello to Carmen as she passes by. Jack's car is regarded with a quick glance, especially the part where Jack opens the passenger door and he catches sight of Andi. "Oh, shit. It's the fuzz," he says dully to Emily while pushing the joint into her hand. She can get caught with it.

The car was gorgeous and Andi appeared for the world to be living up every moment of the arrival in it. As soon as her door is opened she steps out. Hair in a ponytail and a scarf with a white button up shirt and lace collar worn with a poodle skirt and saddle oxfords. Climbing out, she takes an extra moment to admire Jack's clothing, even raking a couple of fingers over that leather jacket. "I think you look sexy." Rawr. "We can get some dance practice in. I haven't danced in a really long time too." Andi hadn't even noticed Logan and Emily until she hears the cursing. She looks that way and very possibly sees the handover. "Let's all just go in and dance." A smile offered to the two, but raking her eyes over Logan a bit more meaningfully. But it was a night for fun and so without actually making sure they do that, she turns with Jack to lead him inside, not wanting to work at the moment.

Emily points at Carmen, totally uncivilized. "I love her hair. We should go home so I can do that to my hair. How long did that take you?" The last question is called across the parking lot at Carmen. The envy is palpable, and only ends when she's getting a joint shoved back at her. There's no effort made to pretend she's not out here smoking this, just a long drag and a plume of smoke blown up to the stars that decided to make an appearance at last. A laugh bursts out of her afterward, and she gives Logan a chance to hit this thing once more before she's going to scrape it out on the hood of her car (this is why they can't have nice things). "I think the cop just told us to quit loitering." No filter, "Is that her ex-husband? I thought he'd be... less beardy."

"Not so bad yourself, woman," returns Jack towards Andi as she settles up near and runs fingers upon the jacket. Its a compliment, Jack style, without his usual don't fuss over me schtick at least. No hand offered, his finger will find the back of her shirt, or the poodle skirt really. "Fair enough," he follows her eyes more than intention of trying to get everyone in and away from loitering with intent. "A little rusty but should be good. A little rust is how you know something is good, aged properly right?" He's not so sure of that, but goes with it. He'll head for the door to the dance, not minding trying to bring in stragglers, but those who look over will get a hand lift of a wave. Just a dead lift, hand is up, no waving of the arm, and back down, a proper greeting in his book before turning towards the affair itself they came here for.

Carmen is most of the way across the parking lot when she hears Emily calling over to her about her hair. Glancing over her shoulder, Carmen's face lights with a warm smile as her one hand lifts to touch a few of the curls, unconsciously checking they are all in place and 'just so'. Taking a few steps back across the parking lot to answer "Thank you!" before adding with a semi-embarrassed laugh as her eyes wander upward toward her head. "And longer than you might think. I was trying to hold a curling iron, a hairbrush, a bobby pin and my phone with the youtube tutorial on it all at the same time" she explains, with a helpless sort of a shrug. Looking Emily and Logan over once more, she then adds "You both look fantastic as well, I love the glasses!" before her attention is caught by Ando and JAck as they make their way in the direction of the gymnasium, Carmen waving back to the pair. Looking back to Emily and Logan, Carmen offers a grin and adds "Don't stay out here all night!" along with a slight wave of her hand, before she is turning and heading back toward the gymnasium.

"No, no. Fuck no, we're not going back to the house so you can do your hair again. Your hair looks good, tell her that her hair looks good," Logan looks to Carmen - or even Andi - for a save, making frustrated hand-waving motions to Emily and her hair. Before Emily gets a chance to snuff the joint out on the hood of her car, he swipes it to take one more puff, filling his lungs and then smearing the cherry all over the hood. The sweet smoke is released back into the atmosphere before he hops off the car, flicking the remnants of the joint under the car when nobody's looking. As for Jack being Andi's ex husband? He just shrugs. "Dunno, but the beard's pretty great. You think I should grow mine out?" he mimes pulling on an imaginary beard before he offers Emily his arm, intent on walking her in with the flow of the crowd.

Hesitating at the door when Jack reaches for it, Andi also steps back so Carmen can proceed before them if she likes, but she does tell her at the door, "Someone was asking about the florist in town yesterday. A French woman named Genevieve. I pointed her in your direction." Cops know the business owners right? Mostly. Looking back, she notices the joint being passed back and gives a quick brow raise, "At least off the school grounds." Good thing there's no kids here tonight though! Finally, she turns to face Jack. "I think we're all turning a little rusty in our old age, but I've seen what you can make from rust buckets." A quick gesture towards his car. Overhearing Logan, she has mercy. "Your hair looks fabulous. I just threw mine in a ponytail with a scarf. You look great, Em."

Inside, it's much less relaaaaaxed. But it definitely feels like high school, with some of the staff hanging around the perimeter as chaperones, keeping an eye on the fully grown adults that forget to behave as such, passing around flasks and trying to spike the punch when no one is looking. As if the punch isn't already spiked. And, just like high school, the number of people dancing at the dance is significantly less than the number of people sitting on the bleachers, gossiping.

"What'd you look up on Youtube to find it?" Emily's stupid dress doesn't have pockets, but she has some dumb little purse that's going to be a problem all night, come to think of it, and she's ready to scoop into that for her phone so she can look up Carmen's Guide for Awesome 50s Hair. But she winds up making a face at Logan and taking his arm instead, like this is cause for irritation, fine fine, they can go inside, under her breath, "Fucking square. You should shave your beard, so you stop looking like you're a thousand years old." Andi's compliment gets the flash of a (possibly genuine, it's hard to tell sometimes) smile. "Thanks, I'm into the poodle skirt. Is that your ex-husband?"

He's a sentinal as the others talk, they seem to know each other, Jack is comfortable as he is. A woman at his side? He does chime in, somewhere in the middle of that all. "It does look nice," thrown towards Emily. Not being a friend, it has some weight in its stoic nature, like Jack wouldn't waste words on a white lie to make someone feel better at least. No intention on his beard and being shaved, and doesn't seem to care if it would make him square or not even. "Are drinks covered with the price of these tickets," he says, a little umph in his words to complain at the price it seems. He lets Andi answer if he's the ex husband or not, a your friends, your words sort of deal on that, with a look to her for clarification even.

Passing through the doors into the gymnasium, Carmen's features lift in a sudden, bright smile when Ani mentions having pointed Genevieve in her direction the day before. "Yes! I ran into her at the store and hired her right away!" Carmen nods, apparently somewhat lackadaisical in her HR practices. But hey, it's a small town. "I should thank you, I will get my Saturday mornings back and she made the most wonderful summer bouquet!" she adds, before moving on through the door so that others can get through. When Emily asks after the youtube video she worked from, Carmen insists, along with the others "Your hair looks lovely though!" although she does dutifully reach into her clutch and pull out her phone, flicking around in her history until she finds the video she used and then showing it to Emily. Looking about the room, Carmen laughs a little at the teachers patrolling the perimeter of the room, taking in the general ambiance, as well as the slightly questionable music choices of the DJ.

"I'll shave my beard just as soon as you shave yours," Logan quips back, childishly, to Emily even as he snags her arm and leans to peck her on the lips. He flashes her a broad grin and scritches at the scruff on his chin with his free hand as he escorts his fair maiden in ugly seafoam green into the gymnasium. On the bleachers, at least a few pairs of eyes suddenly point in their direction, to which Logan remarks: "I think my suit is a hit." After all, it has nothing to do with the fact that he's escorting his dead wife's sister to a dance. When the phones come out, that's Logan's sign to leave Emily by the door and go over to the punch. "It's just punch. How much could punch cost? I think it's free," he mentions to Jack in passing. Though, instead of just ladling himself out a glass, he leans over the bowl to take a big whiff of the punch, which probably looks very strange.

"Thanks. I wore it for a sock hop some years ago and was glad to find it still fit me." A response on the poodle skirt before she goes on to answer about Jack. "Yes, this is Jack. We're sort of.. well, I guess we're dating again." Andi wears a pleased smile about that at least and reaches up to tug lightly and affectionately on his beard, "I like the beard," she reassures him, just in case he's wondering. Carmen's return of Genevieve is met with a relieved sort of look. "I was hoping so, I didn't want to send any crazies your way." And there were plenty of those in this town! When the phone comes out she focuses more on Jack for the moment. "Dance or punch? Or sit and talk? Make a pass around the room?" A few suggestions until she realizes how that last one said, so she adds in a murmuring tone. "Make a pass in some dark corner somewhere?" A grin chases the words though.

Emily keeps a weather eye on Logan when he detaches himself. It's a little hard to tell, because of the 3D glasses, but she's doing it behind them. She manages to do this while also peering at Carmen's phone, punching the info into her own phone, which is very not-1950s-esque of her. "Thanks. Are you here by yourself? No - " She smiles toward Andi's confirmation of the ex-husband thing. " - probably inappropriate male relative you could invite? 'Cause you can borrow mine if you want. I dunno if he can actually dance," mumble mumble while he's sober, "but he looks pretty." Beat. "Not in that suit so much, but what can you do. He clearly has no taste." There are some half-truths in there.

"Figures," complains Jack about no drinks. He got the theme, but figured its adult night, so now can be more grumpy than usual. Still standing by the ladies as Logan goes to .. sniff? .. the punch, he nods, "Dating, or more going steady." Given straight faced, but he looks around the room, indicating theme and time period, more appropriate terminology perhaps. "Find us a spot to make passes, I'll round up drinks. I can loosen up after a drink I think?" That look he gives to Andi, a smile cracks on his features at least, the beard moves with it to indicate he did smile a little about making passes with her. Then he steps up nearer the punch bowl, filching out a flask from a pocket. "Its good or," he leaves it hanging there, reaching for whatever cup he needs to ladel it ou, or grab some if an unfortunate soul has to dish up drinks. He'll get at least two started with whatever's in the flask. Giving a moment to see if Logan is up for drink to go with the smoke a moment ago or not, before giving a look towards Andi to nod, drinks secure.

Carmen waits for Emily to finish getting all the details of the youtube video she followed to do her hair, before slipping her phone back away inside the clutch bag she's carrying with her. Her eyes do follow Logan and Jack off in the direction of the punch bowl, though they flit back to Emily at the mention of inappropriate male relatives, which produces a slight laugh. "No, here on my own this time..." Carmen shrugs, seeming...well, not exactly happy about it, but certainly untroubled by it. Those who know Carmen will know that she moved to Gray Harbour with her then-husband around fifteen years ago, only for him to up and vanish a few years later. Carmen stayed though, and she's more or less a local after all this time. "Besides, checks would clash so badly with polka dots!" she points out, indicating that...very bright jacket and then her own dress. A suspicious glance is given back over in the direction of the punch bowl then, and she suggests "Shall we help ourselves before it becomes too much like rocket fuel?"

So there's a look towards an unmanned corner of the room but Andi doesn't sneak over there. It was a social event after all, so she remains near the others. Watching Jack, her expression looks indecipherable, but she doesn't look away until he has the drinks and then it's to Emily and Carmen. "I'd loan mine out, but I'm positive I couldn't get him to do anything he doesn't want to do. He's got a stubborn streak a mile wide." She does know Carmen's story and gives her a wry smile. "You should date. It's been a really long time.."

"It's spiked," Logan grunts to Jack once the man heads over for the punch bowl, managing to sound equally disappointed and like a man who is on a deserted island desperate for a drink. There's a longing look passed to the bowl before he mumbles something under his breath and aggressively snatches a bottle of water off the table. "Fucking assholes," he points an accusing look at the person 'manning' the table. "Did it have to be bourbon? Really?" He cracks open the water bottle and stomps back over to Emily, crunching the plastic as he takes a few gulps, and then thrusts the mangled bottle in Emily's direction. "They spiked the fucking punch," he announces to the ladies.

Approving Emily stuffs Judgmental Emily in the broom closet and tells Carmen, "I like it." That she's here on her own, she means. "It's very empowered. Like, the exact opposite of the fifties, y'know?" She tosses a pointed look to all the 'girls' stuck on the bleachers and all the 'boys' holding up the wall, because of course people revert. Her whole point about the march of progress gets completely stomped on by Logan, at whom she decides to peer more keenly, pulling her paper glasses up off her nose. "I mean, I don't know why you thought that'd be news?" She could say 'duh,' but she'll just imply it with her tone instead. She takes the water bottle, thanks, and spends some time drinking it and popping bubbles with her index finger since someone turned up the dial on the bubble machine and now they're everywhere.

Andre should really be here for this.

That would make his drink more double punched, as Jack did add a little spot of whisky to the two cups he grabbed. Then a nod, "Can't argue that, sorry man," says Jack to Logan as the man gets a water and returns to the ladies. Only when his flask is put away does he do the same. A shrug offered to the attending person of course, like it is what it is, people get upset sometimes no control over that sort of stuff. He might leave a tip, but on the sly. Could be bad for his rap (rep). Coming along a few moments after Logan's return, he got the news part, and lifts a brow towards Andi. She could read it as a 'did I miss anything' by virtue of knowing him. His only comment, "Sooner drinks are done, we can shake it out there." The dance floor. She might not like double-spiked punch, he won't complain about drinking two of them.

Carmen does end up sniffing experimentally at a little of the punch, just to see if it might still be salvageable, but the wrinkling of her nose sort of confirms that it most likely is not. She doesn't seem too put out though. After all, it makes it more or less like every other high school dance ever, right? Jack gets an approving nod at the suggestion of getting done with the drinks and heading out onto the dance floor, which is thus far somewhat sparsely populated. Andi and Emily both get warm smiles as the conversation briefly turns to her love life, or current lack thereof, though that is thankfully disrupted by the sudden influx of many, many bubbles, which get a laugh as Carmen join in with trying to pop a few with the tip of her finger. "This seems much more fun than actual high school dances, those were just stress!" she grins amiably.

Even Andi isn't surprised to hear the punch is spiked. These are the people she went to high school with after all. She doesn't question why Logan is skipping the drink, but when Jack arrives over with two cups, she gratefully accepts one. Night off, not driving? What could go wrong? "Thanks, Jack." A drink taken. Strong. Really strong. She doesn't mind. A shake of her head assures Jack he didn't miss anything. "And I'm pretty sure all of the guys didn't rent hotel rooms like in high school, hoping to entice us girls back to them." She gets in on the game of popping bubbles. Pop. Pop. Trying to catch one on her hand.

"They could've left one bowl unspiked," Logan says drearily to Emily, and knocks his paper 3D glasses off the top of his head so that they fall onto his eyes. It means no one can see when he glances mournfully back to the bourbon punch bowl. But at least he doesn't go over there and pick up the entire bowl and drown in it - instead, he shifts closer to Emily and snags his arm around her waist. "The Sea View used to run specials on prom nights. Wonder if they still do that," he ponders this, brows climbing over the top of his paper frames as he looks aside at Emily. "'Course, my car was cheaper and the back seat was wide enough. Right?" he nudges Emily with his hip, smirks, and glances out to the empty dance floor. "We cuttin' a rug or what, doll?"

"You think so?" Emily asks this of the fun-factor, sweeping a look from the bubbles, around the room, and finally back around to Carmen. "I feel like all we need is for someone to start sobbing and all her friends to cluster around her all frantically, and it'd be just like tenth grade all over again." She says this while Logan is putting his arm around her and suggesting they did things in the backseat of his car - which she's not denying, mind, but her smile is a tolerant one. "This is what happens when you Google fifties lingo, by the way." This is for Carmen's edification, while she points at Logan and leans into steps to take her off toward the dancing that no one is doing yet. "Anyone wanna take bets on how long before someone slips on bubble-soap and winds up needing to go see the nurse?"

He's still unsure if going to an event such as this is a good idea, but Jonathan is here now. Stepping in a bit slowly, he looks around, pausing as he sees the people present. He might look slightly tired, but moves further inside, moving to find himself a place he can watch the happenings for now.

A nod to Andi, Jack responds, "Sure thing." He's form of you're welcome. Or not really, others say the same. He just concurs and writes off no need for thanks by not saying welcome. Doesn't matter, his hand is up to his lips, his elbow out to avoid spilling because he filled up the cups near the brim, with whisky. He sips to make it easier to hold, and by sip, its a few gulps to down half the cup. Not a heavy drink, Andi would know, it may be to get towards dancing actually. "I don't remember mine so much, didn't go to many." A shrug, can't change the past implied, just offered informationally. "I give it an hour, for the pool." He's in on bets, or not really, but he takes a stabbing guess. "And at least you made effort, I avoid google like the plague." See, one drink, he's talking like the valedictorian, or his thoughts on it. Full of words. He'll settle in to watch the dance progress at least, lifting an arm, but not quite around Andi, like here you go, a space to settle into. If she comes nearer, the hand settles on her for certin as he works on his drink. "And who says I didn't get one for later." No, dead panned joke, he isn't the get a hotel sort if he already lives somewhere close.

Scouring her memory for any kind of fifties slang she can call to mind, Carmen's brow furrows thoughtfully for several seconds before she eventually just settles for a "Neat-o!" offered with her very cheesiest of grins and a big, double thumbs up to Emily and Logan as they make their way onto out onto the dancefloor - no doubt ready to blow the watching crowd away with some expert hand jive...or something. Maybe not! Carmen watches the exchange between Andi and Jack quietly, a smile of amusement finding her features as they continue to banter. Carmen watches goings on out on the dancefloor with interest, keen to see the long-promised dancing, but glancing toward the door, the newly arrived Jonathan is spotted, Carmen lifting a hand to offer a wave to the newcomer.

"See? She's hep to the jive," Logan tips his chin at Carmen's neat-o, as though through single statement, Carmen has proven the point Logan's been trying to make this entire night - that 50s slang is cool. Or you should live in the moment? Or, well, chances are he hasn't actually made a point all night except for pointing out the drinks are spiked. But with Emily's hand in his, he brings her out onto the dance floor to give the nosey women in the bleachers something to talk about later. "If you slip on bubble mess, I'm not catching you," he warns, folding his arm around Emily's waist and keeping her hand in the other, drawn up in proper form to whisk her about. And as the song on the speakers switches to 'Chances Are' by Johnny Mathis, Logan & Emily have practically the entire dance floor to themselves; and he intends to use almost all of it.

But as it turns out, Logan actually sucks at dancing. Watch out for your feet, Emily!

A little uncertainly, Emily comments, "I feel like she's fine," meaning Carmen, "but you're sounding just a little bit racist somehow?" Logan gets squinted at, and she shoots a look to Carmen to confirm this, before she pulls her 3D glasses back down over her eyes, the better to not see how graceless her date is on the dance floor, yikes. In the middle of this lovely, romantic song with all the bubbles and the crepe paper and pretty lights, she looks at him in his tacky suit, twirls prettily in her tacky dress, and says, "You suck at this." Followed by, "Ow! That's my foot!" Shove.

Not dancing yet, Jack is still with Andi at/near his side and Carmen close by. He's focused on finishing his drink. He knows he can't dance, a drink or more boost his not caring attitude enough to mingle on the dance floor at least. "I think that's earlier." Hep and jive, but it doen't matter, Logan is off to dance with Emilie. Or try too. Eyes may not wholly follow, but may catch some of the attempts at dancing, enough to remind him to take another drink before he goes on out that way too. "I can honestly say I don't know them," he side comments to Carmen about the duo of Logan and Emilie, as he watches and they finish drinks before joining in themselves.

Pausing a bit as he sees someone wave, Jonathan glances around, then offers a wave in return, before he moves further towards the one that waved, and the others nearby. He greets them all with a nod, as he looks out at the ones dancing, then back at the others. "Hello," he offers to them all, with a smile.

Carmen looks just a little blank at any mention of racism, blinking once, then twice and lifting her hands in a helpless kind of shrug. The smile hopefully conveys that whatever has been said, Carmen at least is not offended. Except by the dancing that is. Well, she is more amused at first, a hand being lifted to cover the laugh that threatens to bubble forth at Logan's performance, but it transforms into a wince when poor Emily gets her foot stepped on and then Logan gets shoved. With a slight shake of her head, Carmen takes a half step nearer to Jack and Andi as the former speaks to her, offering a grin Jack's way before she remarks "We still have to see your offering yet!" with another laugh. As Jonathan draws nearer, Carmen waves at him once again, before offering "Be careful of the punch, it's very spiked"

This was supposed to be romantic. Logan, who NEVER LEAVES THE HOUSE, whisks pretty princess Emily off to the dance to twirl her around and have an evening of sparkly lights and bubbles. Instead, the punch is spiked, Logan's got two left feet, and one of those feet squishes Emily's toes. And then the shove throws him off balance, and the heel of his nice shiny loafer that he just bought! slips in some smear of bubbly soap on the dance floor. It's almost comical, like something out of a cartoon, the way his arms windmill and he topples backward, landing on his ass on the gym floor. At least he doesn't hit his head, but he does jam his back in a way that makes him regret being almost 30. "Owww," he winces his eyes shut.

While drinking her drink, Andi notices the arrival of her friend, "Hi Jonathan! Do you remember Carmen?" And here she goes, introducing two solo attendees together. "Carmen, this is Jonathan. He played for the Red Wings." Hockey team. Finishing off her own drink she grins at the others, "You should definitely try the dancing. I'm going to go see how I can do at it." Letting Jack lead the way out there.

Yeah, a lot of people are probably suddenly on Jack's 'I don't know them' bandwagon. Possibly as many as are on the 'that's what those INCESTUOUS MURDERERS deserve' bandwagon. Notice how no one rushes out of the bleachers to help Logan up? Yeah, that's because this town is full of judgmental pricks.

Emily is one of the judgmental pricks, if we're being honest, but she's also the one that was 'dancing' with Logan, sooo. Her, "Whoops," has a swallowed laugh stuffed inside it, like she feels bad but also... c'mon, that was pretty funny. She crouches down next to him, which makes the stiff taffeta-and-lace tent around her very unprettily, and she puts her elbow on her knee, her chin on fingers, and looks at him in the face. "We'll just tell people that I swept you off your feet."

He finishes his drink, and hers if she doesn't, before Jack takes the offered cups and looks for a table or trash or bleachers to set the cups on before kicking off to lead to the dance floor. "Definitely try it," agrees Jack before parting company. "You do look good tonight," he tosses to Andi, before getting to dance floor proper and nearer speakers. He's not a shouter and won't to much more talking out there. At least he'll move a little, not just the typical guy sway; his feet will leave the floor itself.

"I think I fell on my tailbone," Logan complains. He's not whining, you're whining! Emily's laughter earns her a stern narrowing of his eyes, but it was also kind of contagious. And well, the 'swept you off your feet' thing makes him briefly forget about the pain shooting through his spine. He quirks a grin, reaches out to grab her arm, and tugs, trying to catch her off-guard and pull her down onto the floor rather than just on her knees.

It absolutley doesn't work as intended, and instead of grabbing her arm? He grabs a bubble floating over her shoulder, careens forward, and falls on top of her instead. Oof.

Carmen had been trying to politely disguise her laughter up until this point, though that goes well and truly out of the window as things on the dance floor go from the sublime to the ridiculous and Logan and Emily end up more or less rolling around on the floor together. Carmen laughs heartily at this, though she does take a moment to wish Jack and Andi a quick 'good luck!' as they head out onto the dancefloor, though in truth they would surely struggle to do worse. Carmen drifts a step or two nearer to Jonathan, since Andi sort of introduced them. "Hi..." she begins, though her attention is mostly caught up in the impromptu wrestling match that has erupted.

"No, you fell on the floor of the gym." Emily reaches out with the hand she'd been leaning on, checking Logan's forehead with her fingers, like she thinks he might have a fever. Like falling on one's ass might cause a fever. (She's an English teacher, not a doctor, guys.) So her hand is in motion when Logan is trying to grab it, and she's off-balance when he's tipping forward, and that's how they wind up looking like some half-smushed bug whose guts are made of plaid-tweed and green-taffeta. Which would be a disgusting bug. She tips her head way back to peer at the bleachers-people and their judgey eyes, stops trying to scramble-shove Logan off her, kisses him entirely inappropriately, and says afterward, "Now get off." She means 'of her,' gutter-minds.

Nodding a little at the introduction, Jonathan smiles, as he nods a bit. "Hey..." he offers, before he looks out at the events at the dance floor. "Wait... someone said something about the punch being spiked, right?" Because that must be why things look like that our on the floor.

Funny enough, no spiked punch was drunk during the making of this wrestling sequence. Logan tries to push himself off of Emily, though it actually looks as though he's trying to squish her further; like he's really putting all his weight into squashing her. But srsly, he's trying to get up. It's her fault that he stays put for another 30 seconds, kissing him like that, 'cause that means he has to kiss her back (what will the people on the bleachers say?!). "You know I can't unless you punch me in the face," he says to getting off, putting a whine to that statement and looking properly pathetic. But he rolls off of her after, and sits up. "Oh, man, I feel a little fucking dizzy." He's not young anymore guys 🙁

And that's how it started. The bubbles. The dancing just enhanced it. Andi and Jack get out there and everything is going great! Andi's a good dancer see? Saddle oxfords and poodle skirt and all. Then she's on the floor because Jack isn't as good a dancer. He had the rust right. He's down, she's down and there's laughter everywhere because why not? Others slip and fall, a few snack cakes fall into the punch when a particularly heavy teacher falls near the refreshment table. It's a mess, almost unorganized chaos. Except the teachers are doing their level best to keep it organized. Andi sits up and smirks at Jack. "You have me falling for you again? Or you me?" Leaving it unanswered, she manages to get to her feet. No hand is offered to anyone. "Let's go sit down." Jack though, excuses himself a bit to go clean up bubbles from his leather jacket.

Carmen seems to waver momentarily on whether she ought to go and help untangle the mess that is currently on the dancefloor, though decides against it when the whole thing turns into an unscripted makeout session and chaos in general ensues. Trying to ignore the disaster taking place, though she continues to smile amusedly at it all, Carmen takes a half step closer to Johnathan, who she has been left with since everyone else has paired off and gotten to dancing. Nodding to the man, Carmen gestures towards the punch bowl and explains "Really, very, very spiked..." with a laugh and a helpless lifting of her shoulders. "You could try it, but it's more or less rocket fuel at this point"

Emily balls her fist up for a second, like it's totally normal to go from kissing someone on the gym floor to contemplating punching him square in the face. She doesn't get to land the blow, alas, before Logan climbs off her, and she scoot-pushes herself up to a seat next to him. Still in the middle of the gym floor. "Look," she says, with a toss of her chin toward Jack-and-Andi... and the domino-effect of people toppling into the snack table. "Pretty sure that was all your fault. Er, I mean. You poor thing. Are you okay." She pat-pats him on the back, then push-pushes on his shoulder to use that as a means to lever her self to her feet. "I'll get you some water." And leaves him sitting on the floor, walking off to fetch said water. Over her shoulder, "Oh! You should go see the nurse!"

"Rocket fuel... That sounds quite interesting, but I fear I should not try it for now." Jonathan replies, after a few moments of pause, before he looks out onto the floor again. "Looks like skates would be useful out there." It's said a bit absently, before he shakes his head briefly. "Seems to be an interesting happening, this one..."

Logan balls up his own fist and raises it threateningly. Yes, he asked to be punched in the face but that doesn't mean he won't fight back! The stars in his eyes suggest he wouldn't really though; this dance might be 1950s themed but their household probably wasn't, and he cracks a grin as Andi and Jack go tumbling down, too. "I started a trend," he tells Emily defensively. "I.. am a trendsetter. I'm the bees knees!" he declares, and then groans as he rubs at his back. She uses him to get up, and he uses the floor, looking over his shoulder to Emily and then frowning over to the door that leads out into the school hallway. "Is she hot?" he calls out to Emily, and then shrugs, "I'll take my chances. Oh, maybe you can pretend to be the nurse. HelllooOOooo nurse," he wolf-whistles, waggles his eyebrows, and proceeds that-a-way. Exit stage left!

"It's...a fairly unique dance..." Carmen agrees with a nod of her head to Jonathan. She' watching the chaos unfold on the dancefloor like it was some kind of trainwreck she can't look away from, though things do seem to be returning (thankfully) to some semblance of order. Carmen's rubbernecking is interrupted by the sudden, shrill noise of her phone going off in her clutch, which she rummages about in, a frown forming when she catches sight of the screen. "Do excuse me" she smiles at Johnathan before she's stepping away in the direction of the door, phone to her ear as she makes it out into the hallway.

Emily gets the bottle of water she was talking about, looking after Logan for a second with a big sigh. "It's almost embarrassing sometimes," with a successful eye roll. She's trekking off after him, mumbling things about how she was apparently too damn subtle. Anyway, she'll probably be back later.