Vianna was beginning to make her way through the crowds when she felt someone grab her wrist. Ready to pull out her wand and hex the daring fellow, she turned around abruptly, only to find that it was Ned. And he was asking - no, pleading that she stay. Whoaa. The girl just stared at him with a wide-eyed, blank expression.

What gives? Since when was Ned Hall so determined to dance with her? Especially when there were at least a hundred other very good-looking girls dressed up as hot nurses. It was… strange. She didn’t know what to make of it (because despite the obvious hints, there was no way Ned Hall liked her in THAT way! They were like siblings!).

“Fine. One more dance,” said Vianna, pulling her wrist from the boy’s hand because it was beginning to make her a little uncomfortable. But, with a small smile, she returned to his side and began to move along to the beat of the music.



“Ye—yeah, Vic—Victor, don’t—don’t kick me,” whined Robert, too woozy and out of it to realize how defending himself would only dig him a deeper grave.

“Shut up, MacGhilleseatheanaich.” Victor wasn’t even trying to hide his dislike for the boy anymore. What did it matter, if no one here (except himself) would remember anything by the morning? He would’ve gladly moved his foot a little higher and kicked the stupid nerd right in the face, if it wasn’t for the sweet, drunken girl cuddled up beside him. His left arm was draped over her small shoulders while he used the other to hold his drink (which he’d been taking at a painfully slow pace. While Robert and Airi had close to five drinks, the boy was still on his first glass).

You’d think the beautiful girl in this scene was Robert MacGhilleseatheanaich the third, though, as Victor’s cold blue eyes remained glued on the boy. He simply couldn’t look away. It almost fascinated him what an easy target McDweeb was, and he couldn’t stop daydreaming about strangling that frail pencil neck.

Until Airi spoke, snapping him out of his murderous thoughts.
“The alcohol’s too deep in his system already,” he replied simply, watching as Robert crawled back to his chair and then proceeded to climb it, placing a wobbly foot on the seat before shouting out something about being king of the world. To resist the urge to throw an empty bottle at the nerd’s head, Victor finally looked away from him and at the girl beside him instead.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, watching with interest as she licked her full little lips. And then suddenly blushed. What the. Victor raised an eyebrow at this, wondering vaguely what she could possibly be thinking about with such passion. Probably how she aced that Potions exam last week.