Oh, the Drama! (Erika)

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Rolling her eyes, Erika refrained from answering and simply scoffed it away. Whatever, her ideas were better than his anyways, so it wasn't like he was in any position to speak, pfft, ''I do, yeah,'' she admitted with a soft smile. She had been singing since she was a kid, but rarely did so in public. She didn't have stage fright or anything, it just wasn't something that had interested her enough to drop one of her activities. Besides, she had dancing. Dancing was a great way of blowing off steam, ''But I don't perform,'' she added.

''Well, yeah-,'' she began with a smile and shook her head. Him doing stand up comedy? Weeell, she wasn't so sure about how exactly that would work out. He was funny, sure, but he wasn't so funny she ended up crying on the floor, complaining about her tunny aching. At least not yet, ''-Though making me laugh isn't exactly hard,'' She was quite the positive kind of girl - most of the time - and she loved to laugh.

Once more, Erika refrained from answer him and watching him go on his little... Whatever the heck he was doing. It looked silly and she'd rather not feed onto his seemingly large ego. Not that she minded it or anything, she just preferred not to. Especially about a topic like that. Ok, that was a lie, but whatever. She didn't feel like answering. There.

With a shrug, Erika nodded slowly, ''Sure. Why not,'' she answered and ran her hand through her hair, turning her attention towards the door and watched him walk past her. She wasn't particularly hungry, but she didn't have anything better to do right now anyways, and it beat going around alone, right?

In a swift moment, without giving Erika much chance to react, the boy - Zane suddenly fell towards her and as his body weighed more than hers, she stood no chance against the rolling boulder, and before she knew it, she found herself lying on the floor, and as if things weren't awkward enough, she found herself being squished by said boulder, ''Woah,'' she muttered and rubbed her head, feeling a slight ache where her head had hit the floor, ''Watch your footing there, Zorro. You're heavy,'' she complained and let out a faint huff.

[Zane Parsons]

Zane nodded in approval of the girl. An unnoticeable smile crossed his face, at her mention of non-performance. "Maybe you could perform for me sometime." It was an open invitation that he hoped she would take him up on. In his mind, it sounded a bit sexual, but that was to be expected.

Put a lock on your cockiness, will you? Familiarity breeds contempt. He mentally berated himself for insinuating that she was topsy turvy with his jokes. A mite overbearing in his opinion. In fact, she was merely being nice, for that seemed to be her nature. Plenty of time to become aloof later on, when he had finished his affairs with Erika. "I'm flattered, truly."

Zane stood and offered a hand to her, worry lines tracing his face for a moment, and were replaced first by a frown when Erika rubbed the back of her head, then by a piercing gaze as he surveyed her head with his sharp eyes. "You're not so comfy yourself, princess. You okay?" He said dryly. With the remark, Zane attempted to remove that feeling of awkwardness that accompanies the movie cliche of falling on someone. He couldn't tell if it would work, but hey, it was worth a shot.

He wasn't exactly sure what he had actually wanted from the cafeteria, but he knew it would probably be light, as he wanted to get to the library within the evening. No telling when he'd get a chance to do so before things got hectic. And he also needed some supplies, as he had no intention of begging for the use of anything. Call it pride, if you would, but he had a standard to uphold.

[Erika Conner (Bellefonte)]

Looking away, Erika's eyes drifted over the black piano and the white tangents. With a faint smile she nodded and looked at him again, ''Maybe,'' she said with a shrug. Singing in front of people she hardly knew wasn't exactly something she did every day, and whenever the topic came up, she couldn't help but feeling a little awkward about it. Maybe she just needed to sing more often. Like karaoke. That was always fun, and you could watch other people screw up too, which made it a win-win situation.

Without much more complaint, Erika took his hand and pulled herself upwards. Once standing again, she brushed off the invisible dust off of her clothes and looked at him with pursed lips and a smile playing on her lips as if she suddenly found the entire thing amusing, ''Next time you want to feel someone up, I suggest asking. Who knows who might end up charging you for sexual assault,'' she said with a chuckle, shaking her head at him. Well, it could have been worse, right? It could have been one of those painfully awkward moments where people ended up falling over each other with lingering gazes and awful lines, making one of the parts run away in fear.

''You wanted to go to the cafeteria, no?,'' she asked and changed the current topic, waving her hand towards the doors before walking over to the edge of the scene, then jumping down and turning towards him, ''Hurry up already,'' she called with a grin, ''You're such a slowpoke,''

[Zane Parsons]

Zane looked her up and down. "My darling, there are much better people to get arrested for." He remarked, looking at the ceiling. It wouldn't come as a surprise if she had clobbered him or anything, but at least they were on good terms. The fall hadn't been awkward for either party and he was grateful for it. Secretly, he had hoped they could have just lay there a little bit longer, wrapped up in controversy.

Zane rolled his eyes and followed after the girl, his mind running over the possibilities of filling up. What did a school with gifted members serve to their young charges? Not caviar and rare steaks, presumably. And not something awful like the glop they served in a public institution. He'd settle for pie and ice-cream if they had it. If he wasn't satisfied, then he would venture into a local diner and see what they were selling. Thank the gods for diners.

Zane smiled inwardly. He could settle for a 'maybe'. It was certainly better than a flat no. He could understand the feeling of insecurity when it came to showing one's talents to the world. Especially to a person you just met. He nodded and said nothing.

Zane had heard whispers of a masquerade ball going on. If it were true, he'd be sprucing up and diving in. Balls were his calling, and he didn't need a date, fortunately. A fanciful affair, no doubt. "So what's this I hear about a masquerade ball? It sounds fun. Enlighten me." He said, as they headed through the doors.