Prom: Three Feet Apart

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril had signed up to be a chaperone for the school prom. Sure he was new here and hardly met anyone outside a few students in his club and a few people that either got under his skin or were sitting well in his books. Either way he was very much the 'big brother type' and therefore when he heard about the Prom and how staff could sign up to be chaperone he was quick to sign up. He had to protect all the little girls; who he saw as little sisters, from the big and bad boys. There was always someone who would spike drinks and prom had been known to be 'the innocence stealer' as Cyril liked to call it. Thus he had purchased tons of protection and was slipping them into the pockets of every single boy her would walk past. He was like a hawk, judging how far people were apart and making sure that they were not doing anything to wild and distasteful on the dance floor.

Now when they were older he could care less how they would dance, drink, party, and who they would end up waking up in bed next to in the morning. For now however, even if they were eighteen he was going to be on them. He loved his power for this reason now that he spotted a couple ways to close that he was pretty sure that if they didn't have clothing on they would be doing something illegal. "Hey! Hey! Hey!" Cyril said as he snapped with his left hand each time he said hey. Each snap caused the gravity on the couple to be lessened until they were floating up in the air as Cyril moved over towards them, grabbed a limb and separated the students before snapping his right hand to let them back down on the ground and at the right amount of gravity. "Three feet apart. Be classy young lady and gents." Cyril said sounding really British, but he was so it made since.

He caught a glimpse of some shady activity over near the punch bowl and made it his business to head over there. Intent on dumping the bowl out and getting a new one that didn't possibly have illegal contents for minors. He just hoped he didn’t spill punch on his nice suit, that had cost him a pretty penny but the store owner had convinced him.

[Sorcha Adams]

Perhaps against her better judgement Sorcha had decided to scribble her name down on the sigh-up list for prom chaperones. Spending the night babysitting a hoard of hormonal teenagers wasn't exactly her idea of a good time but she figured it wouldn't hurt if there was at least one security officer at the function. Besides, prom was notorious for having spiked punch and loud music, so she could always pretend she was out barhopping and not stuck at the school. If anyone else entertaining wrote their name down it might not be so boring either.

Prom was supposed to be this big, formal event for the kids with ridiculous ball gowns and tuxes but since she wasn't a student she wasn't required to go all out for the silly event. She still wore a dress, but it was a little more casual than the gowns some of the younger girls were wearing. After rummaging in her closet for a little while she'd managed to find a strapless pink dress overlaid with white lace with a hem that stopped right about mid thigh. She paired it with a pair of silver sandals and some jewelry to match.

The shifter kept fairly close to the walls, quietly watching the students as they milled around on the dance floor and around the tables and punch bowl. She didn't bother interfering with any of the kids dancing since Cyril had apparently taken it upon himself to harass the poor kids that he thought were standing too closely. Being rather free with her own sexuality she never really saw an issue with the kids dancing very closely or failing to discreetly make out with each other. It was all harmless fun and as long as everyone was careful, then it wasn't any of her concern what they did behind closed doors. Macho man Cyril seemed to have differing views, though.

She could see him making a beeline for the punch bowl and decided to intercept him before he did something foolish. She had been standing closer to the table than he had so it wasn't all that difficult to slip herself in front of the bowl before he could get his hands on it. "Hello Cyril," she greeted with a smile, placing her hands on the edge of the table on either side of her and leaning back. "I see you've taken on the job of being the top buzzkill for the night."

[Cyril Kingsley]

Cyril was determined to keep all the little girls safe from the clutches of the naughty boys. He had been a teenage boy before so he knew how bad they could be, even more so on prom. Spiked punch, music, amazing outfits; the atmosphere was just right for all sorts of 'naughty' things to follow. Sure it might have been unfair that Cyril did not care what the adults did or what he himself did. They were all of age after all and all the adults here had jobs so that meant they were getting paid. They could afford to take care of any possible mistakes or at least deal with them a little better than a teenager might. He was just very much a big brother and all little girls of the age eighteen where like little sisters to him. They were all just so cute, all like princess and he felt like a proud big brother when looking at them all; even if he did not know most of them.

That didn't matter at the moment however, he had a punch bowl to dump and get some good unspiked punch. He would stand near the table if she had to or even pour the drinks for the students if it came to that. He was already doing his part to make sure that if the students were going to be bad that they at least had the 'safety tools'. His goal was blocked however by a very sexy figure. One that belonged to the one called Sorcha. He did not know her super personally, but he had started to meet at least a few of the staff, mainly those who work security or at least did a lot of walking around the campus. Since he spent most of his time outside he only ever really met and heard about others that would end up outside as well. "Hello Sorcha. You look stunning tonight." Cyril said, tempted to use a pun but for now he was a bit more distracted with getting to the punch.

Sorcha however made herself comfortable in front of it and the commit on him being the buzzkill for the night. He chuckle at that and crossed his arms and gave his head a slight tilt as he looked at the woman. "It takes a buzzkill to ensure that the young girls are safe. Now if you would please move your voluptuous figure so I can get to the punch and spill its contents down the nearest drain. That would be great." Cyril said in his always constant British accent as he motioned with one hand for her to move before he would feel like he had to get handsy or start snapping.

[Lordan J. Moa]

The celebration of Prom filled the air and Lordan had been glad to have signed up to be one of the chaperons. With a school as big as the academy, there could never really be 'too many' chaperons. These students were capable of almost any and everything but Lordan wasn't going to be the one to rain on their parade. Actually she had only come to witness the students enjoying themselves. All she wanted was to make sure that everyone was enjoying their night and being safe, physically. That was all. She wasn't going to move the kids away from each other or go to dispose of the punch bowl every hour. From what Lordan had see, Cyril had already taken that job. How entertaining.

Making her way to Cyril and Sorcha, Lordan looked around, smiled and even waved to those who noticed her. She even found herself admiring many of the gowns and suits that flooded the dance floor. Once near the two, Lordan smiled at Cyril and Sorcha. "You two look wonderful." Complimenting them both. "Kingsley, I see you've taken the extra measures in making sure everyone abides by the rules."  , The lady in red smiled, jokingly. Lordan hadn't known Cyril personally but she had worked long enough to know how serious he was about his job.

She could admire that.

[Sorcha Adams]

Sorcha didn't budge an inch as the other staff member greeted her and tried to feed her some line about protecting all the poor, innocent, helpless young women that had attended the event. She just rolled her eyes, her smile still in place as she leaned against the table. Men were so stupid when it came to the nonsense protective urge to hoard every girl away from the bad, lecherous boys. "You being here isn't going to stop a single couple from hooking up you know," she said, speaking rather matter-of-factly. "You getting in the way is just going to make them want it more. Besides, if they don't do anything here they'll just hook up after prom is over." Breaking the rules gave a lot of people a rush and the thought of disapproving staff catching them could be enough to excite any number of attendees into pushing their limits. It was best to just leave them be just as long as they weren't misbehaving too badly.

As for the punch, there was no way she was going to let him dump the bowl especially if it had actually been spiked. Wasting good booze was practically a sin. "Hm, I don't think I will," she declined, pointedly straightening back up so she could turn her back to the young man and lean slightly over the bowl while she ladled some of its contents into a plastic glass. She turned back around and resumed leaning on the table, looking the young man in the eye with a smirk as she sipped at the punch. Whoever organized the event had picked a very agreeable flavor.

"If you think these kids won't spike the punch again as soon as you walk away from the table you're a fool. If you think a bunch of these kids don't also have flasks tucked into every pocket and clutch they have you're even dumber than that," she said, grinning even wider as she casually swirled the liquid in her cup with a finger. She couldn't taste anything particularly strong in it at the moment, but she didn't doubt there'd be more than one kid spiking the punch at once so there was time for it to get more potent.

She stuck her damp finger into her mouth and slowly pulled it back out, only breaking her challenging eye contact when another young woman sauntered over to the table and offered a greeting. "Hi Lordan. You look lovely, too. Buzzkill Cyril and I were just discussing the finer points of teenage debauchery."

[Cyril Kingsley]

“It will stop them from hooking up just based upon having their minds weaker from being intoxicated however.” Cyril pointed out, being a bit stubborn about this because think of the little girls! His little sister like figures brains would be broken down because of the continents in the punch that would lead to possibly a bad decision. What if they ended up with someone that they didn’t even like because their weakened minds could not tell someone apart from another? He was saving the girls from embarrassment and not having to deal with telling a boy that it was never meant to happen. That also saved some heart ache on the boy’s part since Cyril knew very well that a lot of them were emotion considering their age group and just hormones all out of whack. “As you said Sorcha, I’m keeping them from wanting it more and if they do it when proms over that’s their choice. However for now I’m going to do what I can to prevent such intoxications.” Cyril pointed out as he kept his arms crossed and even nodded his head a little, sure of his decision.

Sorcha however didn’t seem like she was going to move and even moved to get herself a cup. Well he could not very well touch her to move her out of the way; as much as he would have liked to. He could use hid power on her and still get the same result without having touched her at all. Yet the whole dealing with Taylor still stuck in his mind and he was a bit nervous about messing things up with yet another female co-worker. Sorcha said she didn’t think she would in terms of moving. Why was it the hot females that always gave me a hard time? Is it the accent? My height? Cyril wondered, unable to make a good pun since it was about punch and booze and he didn’t really have any good ones relating to such things. It was time to do a little thinking. “Well if they spike it again I can’t do anything about it, but for now, since I know, I should dump it. Since that is part of our job at being here.” Cyril pointed out and then noted to try and take a different spin on it. “Just think. It could be taken for the adults instead. WE don’t want the kids having fun and drinking right?” Cyril asked, attempting to try it from that point of view.

Someone was approaching, someone he didn’t really know well enough to know them by just their voice. He really needed to get away from the stables a little bit more and try mingling with his co-workers because he was missing out. Cyril didn’t look away from the little eye challenge however, he was going to win, and he did when Sorcha looked away. He turned to see Lordon, also looking as fine as ever and Cyril again not knowing her all that well. “Thank you Lordon, you look magnificent as well and I have stepped it up to make sure the rules are being followed. Sorcha here however thinks I’m being a buzzkill and won’t let me dump the punch.” Cyril said and for a moment gave puppy dog eyes at the two women. He just wanted to do a good job and keep the young girls safe, was that so bad?

[Lordan J. Moa]

"Why thank you."

She smiled in retards to the two that complimented her back. With her pale skin, it seemed that red had been more than a lovely color to wear, it had always suited her even if it made seem much more paler than usual. Her smile was directed more towards Cyril now that Sorcha had him had discussed him being a 'buzzkill'. Lordan had to somewhat agree to that because after all, it was prom. Even though they had to make sure everyone had a safe (and clean) time, this wasn't for the staff, this wasn't for anyone else but the students.

"Well I'd have to agree with Sorcha on this one." She said as she raised both brows with a smile. "I'm not saying that you shouldn't dump the punch, I just think we should act as if everything isn't tainted." Her eyes gazed around all of the students and other staff members who had joined in on this day. After everything, this was the perfect way to make the best of their past situations. "I mean just look at them, how happy they are or at least seem to be. They deserve this. A day without having to worry about the likes of SPECTRE. They deserve to let loose even if it's for one night, Kingsley." As she gave him the 'don't be the party pooper' kind of look.