Marissa
It's my job to make things easier!
Thu Mar 16, 2017 13:29
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Even if Marissa didn’t want to plan a party with Armaan again, she’d call this specific event a success just based on all the pleasant surprises she saw around her. Danny and Camilla were dancing now, and that was sweet. Emmett and Rose were getting along. Marissa hoped it wasn’t her imagination, but Rose seemed less cranky now that she was chatting with the fourth year. She was especially pleased to see Holland dancing with the new transfer, Ruben. Really, the Aquila would consider the party worth it if Holland got some action out of it. Her friend deserved it. They were hot, they were fun, they were sweet, and they needed a really positive experience after all the Lucien stuff.

Russell was also a pleasant surprise. From the times they worked together in class, she knew that he was sweet. He was a Cetus, though, and until she spoke to Lia Harper a couple weeks ago, she’d assumed that Ceti were generally not risk takers. Draco and Cetus, in her mind, had been tied for most boring house at Rocky Mountain International. Back in her parents’ day, apparently Cetus was a house full of rule breakers and social risk takers. And lesbians. Lots of lesbians. Who knew? Everyone at the time, apparently.

It seemed that Ceti of this generation could live up to the reputation of Cetus past, in theory. Russell surprised her by taking the flask without a second thought. Based on his reaction, he was not a regular drinker, so it was really cool that he was playing along. He tried, and she liked that. He mentioned that it hurt, which made her chuckle. “If you want more, we could mix it with something. There are cups and soda over there.”

She held onto the flask, just in case they decided to go with that idea instead. She smiled back at him, starting to move to the music as well. She’d been in dance classes since the tender age of being-too-little-to-actually-remember-starting, so she was very trained. Social dancing like this, club dancing, wasn’t necessarily her strength, but she wasn’t bad at it. It was a lot like improvisation. Marissa’s true improv strength fell under contemporary dance styles. Give her a Regina Spektor song and an open stage, and she’d be able to follow the music, creating a beautiful routine off the top of her head. Her social dancing improvisation skills weren’t that strong yet, but thankfully, all she had to do was throw in an impressive spin here and there. People were still impressed.

“Okay, uh, so, how would you dance to this music? I don’t know this song, but it kinda feels like...”

Marissa was going to answer, and then Russell danced. He actually did something that looked like Dance. She couldn’t hide her smile; this just got really interesting. There was only one other guy at school who ever really did Dance with her, and that was Nick. Marissa had just started learning the basics of hip hop, and was hoping to branch into more than just the general hip hop styles in classes over the summer, so the fact that Russell could do something Dance-y that she didn’t yet know how to do was very, very impressive to her.

“That was so cool,” she beamed. “It was kinda like…?” Marissa thought about it for a moment and closed her green eyes, trying to visualize what he’d just done. A lot of the time she spent dancing with Nick involved Nick doing something really cool, and Marissa immediately demanding to be taught how he did that. She was good at learning through copying. Really, imitation was a high form of flattery. She fell into Russell’s starting position with relative ease, listened to Armaan’s music (which she was pretty sure was not on the approved set list, but all his music sounded the same to her), and managed to pull off a very similar pattern. She ended it with a spin. Hopefully, she didn’t hit him with her hair, but she could never really control what it did.

“Like that?” She asked, with a bright smile. “Alright, Russell, what else have you got?”

  • Oh good, that saves me the decision - Russell, Wed Mar 15 22:37
    Considering this was his first party (fancy birthday dinners with various relatives at his mom’s restaurant didn’t count), it did not come at all as a surprise to Russell to realize that he couldn’t... more
    • It's my job to make things easier! - Marissa, Thu Mar 16 13:29
      • It's easier than I expected. - Russell, Thu Mar 16 19:37
        Once his feet had made the final slap to the ground in the drilled pattern, he opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Marissa smiling widely at him. She had liked it? ...She had liked it.... more
        • I'm good at what I do. - Marissa, Sun Mar 19 17:35
          Russell’s question almost took her by surprise, and then she remembered this was his first year at Rocky Mountain International. She’d gotten used to him being in classes with her. There were also... more
          • I'm starting to figure that out - Russell, Mon Mar 20 14:21
            Russell had never taken a dance class. Or any type of class outside of his actual academics, really. It was hard to find classes with a physical environment he was comfortable in, and he’d given up... more
            • It's a talent - Marissa, Sat Mar 25 23:21
              Marissa grinned and made her way to the drinks, where she grabbed two cups and two cans of ginger ale. She knew she’d have fun with Russell, because the red head knew how to have fun in pretty much... more
              • A natural gift - Russell, Mon Mar 27 01:00
                Apparently, Marissa didn’t find him a drag after all. On one hand, he could understand that. Dancing together had been really fun. On the other hand, which was proportionately larger, Russell... more
                • Organic! - Marissa, Fri Mar 31 21:37
                  It was really sweet how happy Russell was now. Marissa couldn’t think of a time where she’d seen the fourth year smile so genuinely. He was a really nice kid. A little odd, but everyone at Rocky... more
                  • Mechanic! - Russell, Fri Mar 31 23:08
                    Marissa didn't just offer to hang out, no - she offered to invite him along when we all hang out. He would've been happy simply with her promise to have him join her to practice dancing. But this,... more
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