Setting up the dance (236 views)

When Max entered the room, Arthur’s face twisted down into a scowl. Great, just what he needed. Fairy Princess twirling around and being a general eyesore. It figured she would show up, she was a dancer and this was the studio for that art. Besides that, she screamed ‘helpful type’.

Arthur’s frown deepened, if even possible, when Chardonnay entered the room. She reeked of spoiled brat. It was written in her attitude and tone of voice. He hoped she tripped on those high heels of hers at some point during the day.

Who the hell wore high heels to set up a dance, anyway? They’d be lifting, painting, who knows what-ing, but whatever it was, it didn’t seem like the job for heels.

He very pointedly looked away from Chardonnay, he could tell she was looking for attention. The best way to piss her off would be to ignore her, he thought.

Susan beamed at all the people.

“Wow! Look at all these volunteers! This is wonderful! Thank you for coming.” She said. She didn’t spare Bandi and Todd of smiles, despite the incident in her classroom earlier in the week. Susan’s eyes followed the twirling little girl who followed Bandi in, and she held out her hands to catch her lightly before she collided too badly with Susan’s leg. Didn’t want the girl to hurt herself, after all.

The little girl quickly drew her attention elsewhere, and Susan tucked long hair behind her ear. When Arthur felt something on his leg, his sharp blue eyes focused on Eva. They narrowed shortly after.

Great. Kids.

“Susan, I thought this school was for teenagers, not toddlers.” He deadpanned. He reached down and gently took the kid’s hands off of him. “I’m just dandy, thanks. Now go bother someone else.”

Sarcasm rolled off his tone like stink off of dirty gym clothing.

“Arthur, don’t be rude." Susan snapped at her brother. Arthur fell silent, and his gaze went back to the wall, away from everyone. "Don’t mind him, young lady, he’s just grumpy. Are you lost, or did you come here to help with someone? Perhaps your friend over there?”

She pointed to Bandi, who Todd was now standing next to. Todd towered over his friend, and peered down at the box. At Bandi’s inquiry, Todd shrugged.

“Er, well… I kind of wanted to help.” He said, looking over at Susan, careful to avoid Arthur’s gaze, “I mean, I want a good reputation, not a bad one… and this is a good start to improving the little… incident.”

He took note of the heavy box.

“Need help?” He asked, although he wasn’t sure how useful his arms would be. He was tall and lean, not tall and stocky. His eyes briefly passed over the other new arrivals he’d never met. A very narcissistic looking girl, a quiet guy, a timid girl who Todd might have felt inclined to befriend, but she was talking to the two curly haired girls. They all seemed nice… in their own way. Maybe. He hoped.

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Amy gasped. “Woah! Thanks! You like Kesha too?” She asked, her dark eyes wide with excitement. Any fan of Ke$ha was automatically cool in her book. “I love die young! It’s such a great song. Did you hear her new album! I downloaded it all last night, I finally got my dad to let me get more music money.”

She was rambling slightly, and hadn’t even noticed.

“Oh, crap! My manners! I’m Amy O’Neal!” Amy said, and then she placed a hand on Max’s shoulder. It was a comfortable fit, given their height difference. “And this is my friend Max! What’s your name? Any fan of Kesha is totally a friend of mine.”

She grinned.