PROM: Beneath the Sheets

[Lucy James]

Standing by the various punch bowls, Lucy's lips was pursed as she waited for the right moment to lift the small container she was holding in her hand and pour the liquid into the bowl of red punch. She had even dressed up for the occasion. She wanted to blend in, because in all honesty, Lucy believed that the best crimes committed were the ones where you didn't get caught. She was here to raise hell, but wasn't planning on getting any of the attention. No, Lucy much preferred staying in the shadows. She didn't like prom, but she didn't exactly have anything better to do, and while she was here, she'd might as well make sure that it was enjoyable - and what was more amusing than watching a group of teenagers stumble around drunk?

She felt the familiar power before her blue eyes even managed to spot the Irish boy. After all the time they'd spent together, she could make him out even through the crowd of students and staff. She could sense him drawing closer too. Her free hand went up to brush her hair over her shoulder; for once, the brunette had skipped wearing any make up. Instead of the dark lines that usually contoured her eyes, her pale skin and eyes were clean of any traces of it - which also made her various freckles all the more apparent.

Shifting slightly, Lucy flipped the small container around and clutched her fingers around it. From what she could tell by a group of girls chatting about, the prom court would be announced shortly - why she picked up such useless information, she didn't know. Then again, considering how she was standing here, waiting for the right moment to strike, she didn't have anything better to do.

It wasn't until she felt him right by that Lucy finally turned her head; she didn't know whether he'd spotted her or if he was around to get refreshments, and truth be told, his reasons didn't matter. She wasn't here to chat anyone up. She was here to spike the punch and set a few "bombs" before silently leaving the gymnasium as if she'd never been there to begin with. Though, unless she moved, he'd spot her sooner or later. Turning her head away again, Lucy pursed her lips as she scanned the room once more, waiting for that pesky teacher to turn around or walk away...

Tag: Taylor McCarthy

[Taylor McCarthy]

Taylor was certainly not one for dressing up but even he had to admit there was something 'secret agenty-t' about his attire.  It felt far more like a Halloween costume than formal wear.  He only wished he could get his hands on a handgun or something similar looking to complete the outfit.  It surely would've made things more interesting since, at the moment, he was weaving his way through the crowd to where he'd spotted Lucy absolutely bored to freaking tears.  He'd only opted to attend when he found out Lucy was going.  Otherwise, he would've been perfectly happen avoiding the event altogether.

He didn't want to be there and he made no attempt to hide this.  It was bad enough he had to be around a bunch of people he either didn't know, or didn't care for, but he thought he'd seen his brother floating around somewhere and that would make for an interesting prom night confrontation.  He couldn't seem to walk anywhere near the other Irish boy without him getting a concussion.  Taylor wasn't even trying anymore but it was just so easy to beat Jack up it happened almost on its own.

"Wow."  Once the crowd had parted and Taylor finally got a good look at the blue eyed girl one of his brows quirked comically up.  He certainly hadn't expected the sight in which he was treated to.  He'd always found himself drawn to Lucy but to see her dressed up was nearly enough to stun him into silence.  Almost.  "I could get used to this look."  He said, nodding approvingly as he moved to her side.  "By the way, the teacher's on to you, luv, he's just waiting for you to make a move so he can bust you."  Yes.  He'd caught the tense face-off as he'd approached.  

[Lucy James]

Turning her attention towards the Irish boy, Lucy's eyes dropped, giving his attire a once-over as her brow quirked. "Wow yourself," she replied once her gaze finally landed upon his. "I'm not the only one who can clean up good, it seems." It was wholly different from what she was used to, and even Lucy had to admit that he looked incredibly good, even though the white suit was tacky as all hell, but that was kind of the point. It suited him. Her attention was then brought back to the teacher and she let out a snort.

Looking over at the teacher, Lucy offered the man an innocent smile and lifted her free hand to over him a slight wave. "He can be on to me as much as he wants." She offered Taylor something of a smile then. If anything, she'd just use the Irish boy as an distraction. "One of these days, he has to tire of standing there, watching." She turned her head to look at Taylor then. "If anything... I'll just have to give him a show," she grinned.

[Taylor McCarthy]

"Hey, what can I say?" Taylor grinned as he held his hands out a bit so Lucy could get the full 'Taylor Brennan Experience'. "I've got an eye for this kind of thing." Which was a bald faced lie and it was apparent he knew it. That didn't stop him from waving a hand dismissively, though, as he grew at least a little serious. He really did find himself nearly stunned by Lucy and found it difficult to tear his attention away from her. "But you." His head shook as he drew a little closer, his hand instinctively seeking to rest upon the small of her back.

"You're..." He gave another shake of his head and trailed off before turning to look in the direction of Lucy's gaze. Compliments weren't something the blue eyed girl wore well and Taylor wasn't about to poke and prod the bear, lest he find himself subjected to a round of eye rolls and insistence of his sappy, melodramatic ways. Anyway, there happened to be more pressing matters at hand. Eyes narrows as they took in the teacher who obviously thought he was too smart for his own good. "If you ask nicely I'll run interference for you." Taylor offered. After all, he'd found this party to be utterly mind-numbing thus far.

[Lucy James]

"I'm sure you do," Lucy replied swiftly. The way he looked at her had the brunette's brows furrowing though. It didn't make her uncomfortable per say, but it surely wasn't something she was used to. Most people either looked at her in disapproval or anger. Not like... That.

He continued then, but cut himself off, which had the brunette shrugging it off altogether. Instead, she refocused on the task at hand. "Do I look like the type to ask nicely?" she countered, a small smile dancing on her lips. No, if anything, she'd push the boy forward and expect him to somehow come up with a nice plan for her own to be set in motion. Right now though, Lucy actually needed a plan. She could always pretend to make out with the guy, snake the little container behind his back and pour it into the punch bowl... Though, she didn't know how appreciate the teacher would be to stand around and watch the two of them smooch it up.

Turning her attention back to the Irish boy, Lucy's lips pursed as she contemplated her options. She could always make a scene that'd make it look as if the boy was sexually harassing another girl to get the eyes off of her, but she doubted Taylor would appreciate that. Or she could sexually harass the teacher. That had to get his mind off of things... "huh."

[Taylor McCarthy]

"Of course not." Taylor knew better. He couldn't recall any time in which Lucy had asked for anything. She either accepted or went and took whatever it was she wanted. Naturally, this was one of the many things that Taylor found endearing, in a strange way. Lucy was unique, of that he was sure. "The offer still stands." He said, his hands moving to find his pockets as he looked out over the crowd of students, shifting his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot. This really wasn't his scene.

"Uh oh." The sly, playful gleam in Taylor's dark eyes faded, giving way to an expression of moderate concern. Lucy was a crafty one. Taylor often found himself wishing he knew what was going on inside that pretty head of hers. She always seemed to have a plan in spite of her demeanor saying otherwise. "Looks like you're thinking of something he's not going to like." He chuckled lightly as he nodded his head in the direction of the teacher who was still eyeing Lucy. "Are you going to let me in on this little plan of yours, or are you going rogue?"

[Lucy James]

Tossing the boy a quick, sideways smirk, Lucy shrugged her shoulders innocently. "We all have our parts to play," she commented. Turning to face the boy, Lucy started tossed him the small container she held as she walked backwards. "You know what to do." Her eyebrow quirked in amusement before finally, she turned towards the teacher. Oh, the teacher was definitely not going to like this. 

Once she reached the older man, Lucy's hand circled over his shoulder, fingertips brushing against the skin of his neck. All she really had to do was distract him for long enough for the Irish boy to pour the contents of the container into the punch. It didn't even matter if she got kicked out or dragged away somewhere to get yelled at. As long as the punch got spiked, little else really mattered.

[Taylor McCarthy]

Lucy never ceased to amaze Taylor with the bold way in which she approached life's little problems. All she needed to do was somehow pull the attention of an already bored, yet high strung teacher away from the punch bowl in question. This happened to be a task Taylor felt he was perfectly capable of accomplishing since he was, after all, a master at getting attention, for better or worse. But no, there was Lucy, sauntering her way toward the teacher with that look in her eyes.

With a shake of his head, Taylor smirked as he watched the girl move away. He couldn't help sneaking a look at her long, slender legs that were accentuated by her dress and the heels she wore. It had only been intended to be a quick glance but Taylor had ended up watching as she reached the teacher and began slowly circling him. It was only when someone had passed by his field of vision that he was able to snap back into reality. He cleared his throat, even though no one was around and he wasn't planning on speaking, and turned to the punch bowl. He shifted his gaze over the room cautiously and, once confident no one was paying attention, unscrewed the top of the container and began pouring its contents into the punch bowl.

[Lucy James]

The simple idea of the teacher already having eyed her suspiciously was something Lucy fully intended on using to her own personal gain. As long as the teacher's eyes remained on her, that was all she really needed. Heck, she didn't even need to keep his attention for long. Her head tilted and she offered the teacher a tilted head, a pair of batted eyelashes along with the most charming smile she could possibly muster up. Of course, it did nothing to chase away the suspicious expression, but at the very least it kept him from looking away.

She didn't even say anything, and neither did he. There was nothing more there than suspicious awkwardness. The teacher clearly felt uncomfortable being hit on by an underage student, but that didn't matter. He cleared his throat then as his hand came up to grab her wrist, only to push her away and put distance between them. He uttered some cliche line about how inappropriate her behavior was, and how she should go back to enjoying prom with her friends. There was even emphasis on the last part.

As if Lucy seriously would have hit on this old fart. Come on. With a room filled with teenage boys, why on earth would she have picked a teacher in his late forties? Now, who was being the cocky one?

[Taylor McCarthy]

Taylor busied himself with discreetly emptying whatever it was that Lucy had planned to enter into the drinking supply of the prom. His eyes shifted about just a bit, not to attract attention but just enough to make sure he wasn't being watched. Once the task had been completed, he screwed the top back onto the container and tucked it away into his jacket pocket. He'd done enough of his own less than ethical endeavors to know better than to leave evidence at the scene of a crime.

With that finished, Taylor glanced around as he straightened his suit and started crossing the room where Lucy was pestering the teacher. "There you are, luv." He said, flashing a winning smile. "I go into the bathroom just long enough to have a line and get a blowjob from one of the cheerleaders and you went missing." He said the words loud enough to the teacher and anyone within earshot could hear. Why? Because he loved to say things that got reactions out of stuffy people like this poor sap Lucy as torturing. "Come on." He said, gesturing for Lucy to come along with him. "You don't want to miss the football team gang banging the prom queen, do you?"

[Lucy James]

Lucy's eyes immediately shifted towards the approaching Irish boy and her expression went flat at the horrible attempt at making an ass out of himself. Her lips parted from sheer habit to utter venom-laced words at how big of a moron he was, but she managed to catch herself. It was even hard to resist rolling her eyes. Offering the teacher an apologetic smile, Lucy stepped back. "Aw, shucks. But duty calls." With that, Lucy saluted the poor guy and swiftly turned on her heel.

Her hand moved to grab Taylor's upper arm, practically dragging the idiot away. "You're a moron. I hope you know that," she said the moment they got out of earshot from the teacher. "What, can't stand a little bit of competition?" She tossed him a quick smirk at that before she started pushing her way through the crowd of mingling students. Now, assuming that the task had been completed, Lucy had little left to do here.

At least, that's what she thought until they started announcing the various names of the prom court winners. There was only three names she recognized; one belonging to that horribly annoying imp of a girl that Lucy would have loved to see at the bottom of a well filled with electric eels, a certain highly depressed kid who seriously needed a good beating, and... Why the actual fuck was her name being called out? Stopping in her tracks, Lucy's head yanked towards the stage, her blue eyes narrowing.

This had to be some kind of horrible joke, right?

[Taylor McCarthy]

It didn't even matter that Lucy's rolled back into her head the threatened to dislodge from their sockets and take a lap around the inside of her skull. He was used to such a reaction from her. It was the slack jawed look of utter shock that came from the teacher at the Irish boy's vulgar language that brought about so much satisfaction. "Don't worry about the prom queen. She's fine." He said, grinning impishly at the teacher as he leaned in and brushed a piece of lint from the older man's collar with a wink. "It's all anal so it doesn't count." And with that, he was pulled away by Lucy.

"Of course not, luv." He said with a smirk. Taylor's words were playful, sure, but that made then no less true. Taylor was a jealous type. He knew it, this was plainly evident when he actually cared about someone. That fell under the umbrella of knowing it was simply easier to not care and only form casual, fleeting bonds with the people around him. He couldn't lose his temper if he didn't care. He hadn't told Lucy that was the real reason his anger had flared and caused him to go crazy on his younger brother.

The name coming over the PA system caused Taylor to stop in his tracks as well. It was a familiar name being spoken in a very unfamiliar context. Prom WHAT? With a brow furrowed he looked to Lucy. He nodded to himself after seeing her reaction. For a moment he thought he had gone crazy and was hearing things. No, they'd both heard right. He turned toward the stage a sudden surge of conflicting emotions beginning to well up inside. "Well I'll be fucked." He said, his thick, Irish accent coming out in full force.

[Lucy James]

Quickly, the brunette's eyes darted towards the exit doors. She wondered how fast she could get there before someone pointed her out to the people on the stage. Surely, if they couldn't find her, they couldn't get her onto that damned stage and that damned dance floor. This had to be someone's sick idea of a joke, right? She was hardly the kind of person anyone voted for. Let alone the kind of person who actually won these kinds of things.

What, 99% of the people she'd met loathed her, and the rest danced around her like love struck lambs. And that one 1% wasn't nearly enough to make her win. And with that, the brunette wasted no more time before she quickly started making her way towards the door. There was no chance in hell she was doing this. Nope. Not even going to happen.

[Taylor McCarthy]

Taylor had only vaguely remembered this whole prom court business was even a thing. He didn't care for such trivial matters. He hadn't even wanted to dress up and come to prom in the first place. Only the lure of the blue eyed girl who was attempting to make a hasty exit had been strong enough to force Taylor into foregoing his personal vendetta he seemed to have against school functions and show up clad in an uncomfortable, and expensive suit.

"What the hell just happened?" He asked. He'd had to turn on his heel and jog after the girl to catch up. When he did, he glanced over his shoulder to see if anyone had noticed Lucy trying to escape. It then suddenly hit him as he was looking to her how absolutely hilarious this all was. "What's the matter?" He said, nudging her playfully with his elbow as he flashed a grin in her direction. "Aren't you going to go back and accept your crown, Princess?"

[Lucy James]

Her head turned quickly in the direction of the boy, shooting him a glare made of pure ice and daggers. "No," she replied. Her lips pressed tightly together as she continued walking. Why on earth would she? The "title" mattered nothing to her, and spending her night standing in front of a crowd of useless teenagers was hardly the way she'd wanted to spend her night. Although the brunette was far from socially awkward or shy, attention was never something that had sat well with her.

Especially not being the center of it. It was not at all the place she belonged, and if she could avoid it, she would. "You're more than welcome to go up there and take my place," she spoke coolly, her eyes narrowing further. Only a few more steps and she'd be out the door and away from all of this. "And call me Princess one more time and I'll make you eat your own dick."