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The Watchers are being much more polite to Tamara nowadays. They've never precisely been rude to her, but they are very good at being quietly, politely and oh-so-Britishly unwelcoming. Irritating, but she can live with it if it means she can be a part of the Council. But now their normal tactics have scared off their precious Slayer, and Tamara's the one who convinced her not to bolt; Tamara is now their lead to the Slayer and as such, she's being treated like she's made of glass.
She finds that mildly irritating for a whole different set of reasons, but it's such an improvement over the alternative that she lets it be. She's very careful not to seem as though she's taking advantage of her new-found position. She demands nothing, and makes only a few careful, diffident suggestions. This will not last forever; no need to burn bridges.
And of course, whenever she receives an email from the Slayer, she responds promptly.
older_and_wiser
Meanwhile, at Sunnydale High, a boy is sulking his way down the hall on his way to class. Scott is displeased. He knows he's only a sophomore, but he's good. The coach should be playing him. The coach should be starting him! He's better than that lousy senior any day. And he proved it in practice, too. Just because he's not a senior doesn't mean he shouldn't be the starter. Look at his brother! His brother was the starter. Even as a sophomore. How come the coach couldn't see he's as good as his brother?
He just wanted to make his brother proud. Live up to his legacy. It's not that hard, right?
He just wanted to make his brother proud. Live up to his legacy. It's not that hard, right?
keyed_up
One of the new girls falls into step with him. "Hey, why the long face?"
He registers her. Sort of. His Gloom Cloud is obscuring most things. But the chance to rant sounds nice. "Coach benched me," he says sourly. "I should've been been the starter, I'm good enough- uh. Sorry. Do I know you...? Hi, I'm Scott."
"Football," he says, sounding like it should have been obvious. "I'm the- I should be the quarterback."
"Thanks," he says, smiling at her. At least someone agrees with him. "Ever been to one of our games?"
keyed_up
"I've had things the last couple times and I haven't lived here that long - I could start though."
"Oh man, you gotta come to one! They're so much fun! We always need more fans..."
"Oh, you play softball huh? That's. Cool." Noooot really. "Yeah, our games are totally not at the same time, so you should definitely come!"
Football games are things people actually want to watch, after all. They're at much more reasonable times, in Scott's opinion.
Football games are things people actually want to watch, after all. They're at much more reasonable times, in Scott's opinion.
"Oh, yeah. It's very important to stay in shape! We practice every day, and there's this fancy outside trainer Coach brought in to help us with our lifting, and everything. It's great!"
"You know it!" Scott flexes.
keyed_up
Soph giggles. "But like you have some free time, right? After practices?"
"Oh yeah, the team goes to the Bronze with the cheerleaders a lot," Scott says rather obliviously. "The Bronze is the best, isn't it?" He refocuses in time to see the door in front of him. "Anyway, this class is me, see ya!"
The football team and the cheerleaders are hanging out on the edge of the dance floor. Most are holding drinks and chatting, though a few have started to dance. Scott is one of the dancers, wearing his letter jacket and sandwiched between two cheerleaders and looking extremely pleased with himself.
keyed_up
Hmmmmm.
Soph, all dressed up and wearing a higher ratio of rhinestones to cheaply molded plastic than usual, goes with the direct approach. She sashays up to Scott. "Hi! Wanna dance?"
Soph, all dressed up and wearing a higher ratio of rhinestones to cheaply molded plastic than usual, goes with the direct approach. She sashays up to Scott. "Hi! Wanna dance?"
Scott looks her up and down. Not bad, he supposes. "Sure, why not?" He offers her a hand.
The cheerleader on that side of Scott moves... reluctantly. And with an angry glare at Soph. She doesn't really depart; she's now mostly grinding on Scott's side. But there's space for Soph.
The cheerleader on that side of Scott moves... reluctantly. And with an angry glare at Soph. She doesn't really depart; she's now mostly grinding on Scott's side. But there's space for Soph.
keyed_up
Soph is actually a pretty good dancer. She decides to ignore the cheerleader and just dance. In an extremely friendly-like manner.
witch_perfect
Alli doesn't come to the Bronze much- some vague objection in the realm of 'too many popular kids hang out there'- but her latest potion failed and she's here to sulk and flirt with cute boys to make herself feel better. Her bad mood means she's being pickier than she normally would be, but the area with the football team is promising. She wanders in their direction.
One of the boys catches her eye; he's tall and built and dreamy. She heads in his direction. He's dancing with some girls already- two? Three? She can't quite see the far side of him. But that shouldn't be a problem; she's just here to flirt with cute boys, nothing serious. And cute he definitely is.
"Hey handsome, can I join?"
One of the boys catches her eye; he's tall and built and dreamy. She heads in his direction. He's dancing with some girls already- two? Three? She can't quite see the far side of him. But that shouldn't be a problem; she's just here to flirt with cute boys, nothing serious. And cute he definitely is.
"Hey handsome, can I join?"
witch_perfect
"Soph! Hey!" Alli waves at her friend. She does not say anything about curfew. Soph has surely noticed it's after her curfew, it's none of Alli's business what Soph's doing here. (And besides, it's loud. She's half yelling as it is.)
"Scott, huh?" she says, looking him up and down. "You're a looker, aren't you?" She grins at Soph. "You been holding out on me?"
"Scott, huh?" she says, looking him up and down. "You're a looker, aren't you?" She grins at Soph. "You been holding out on me?"