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Title: Late Night
Type: Gen
Genre: Erm... gen? Slice of life?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, recruiter!imp!Amber, bitchy!Vince
Word Count: 753
Summary: Amber is going to get Vince to join her GSA, just you wait.
Disclaimer: Vince and Amber are mine; Hale is Chelsea/unrulygarden's.
Amber knows that she’s not technically allowed backstage, but rehearsal’s over, so Mr. Moore and Miss Goldman won’t mind. Besides, they know her from Oliver - her most favorite turn in theatre thus far, and best… who’d have thought that she’d get to play Nancy? - and she just wants to hand out some GSA flyers and otherwise pimp it out… no harm, nothing outside school policy, and it’s all good.
…Most everyone being gone for the day, however… that is decidedly not cool. And the only people left are some freshmen that she doesn’t really know (she gives them flyers anyway; she doesn’t have a “Recruiter” t-shirt for nothing), Laura (who she avoids on principle), and Vince (who she can’t see, but knows is here). The last one is the one she’s really looking for, though… as if she’s going to let her Artful Dodger go without coming to at least one meeting, especially when She Knows. Very few other people Know, and that Hale guy, his roommate, is probably one of them - he’s… he sets off her gaydar, though she doesn’t Know for sure about him… she’ll just have to recruit him too - and Amber is one of the people who Know.
…Why in the sphincter of Hell does it feel like she’s being avoided? …She’s not especially fond of this feeling… But Still! She came here to recruit, so the GSA will have more than eleven members (she loves ex-president/alumna, Fiona, but she was the worst person ever for promotion), and, damn it, she is going to wrangle herself a Vince. She is a Kansas girl, after all. She’s good at getting her way.
“Vince!” she calls, met with her own echo bouncing off the backstage area. “Vince, I know you’re here!”
Like a monkey, he flops upside-down in front of her, apparently coming out of nowhere; his ponytail flops down and he pushes his glasses up to keep them from falling off. Damn him for sitting in the rafters. He’s about at her height and doesn’t look at all pleased to see her… well, too bad for him; she’s here and he’s going to fucking deal with it. …Apparently, he hasn’t outgrown his black eyeliner over the summer.
“What?” he huffs.
“Manners, young man,” she chuckles; she grabs a flyer off the top of her pile and holds it up, grinning.
“…You’ll have to let me hold that, Amber; I can’t read upside-down.”
“…You could get down…”
“Just give it to me, won’t you?”
“Say, ‘please.’”
“Fine, anything to get this over with sooner-”
“Awww,” she mock-sighs. “That hurts me, Vince.”
“Whatever. Would you please just give me the stupid flyer?”
“Gladly!”
He doesn’t take that long reading it, then folds it over and glares at her again.
“What the Hell is this?” he snaps.
Wait a minute… isn’t he supposed to be smart? “…A flyer for the GSA?”
“And why are you giving this to me?”
“Well… it’s Gay and Straight and everything in between, and you’re gay, and I’d like to see you there, and-”
“Listen, woman, because I’m only going to say this once: I tread a very fine ground simply by not cutting my hair, participating in theatre, and not being a hyper-masculine ass. I do not need to open the floodgates by joining your little alliance.”
“…You don’t have to be out to join,” she sighs matter-of-factly. “That’s what the ‘S’ is for.”
“Obviously, you don’t know my parents.”
“Well, no, I don’t, but still-”
“Look, I think what you’re doing is great and all… I just don’t want to have a part in it. So… goodbye and good luck sticking it to the man, fighting the good fight, or whatever you’re calling this cause.”
Grumbling, he grabs a stray stage rope and pulls himself back up into the rafters. She pouts and looks up at him.
“I will get you to join the GSA, Vince!”
“Yeah, right!”
She huffs and exits the backstage area, shaking her head; she will get him to join the GSA, and so much the better for both of them. She’ll have one more member and it’s pretty obvious that he needs to get out more. Maybe she’ll just have to be more covert about it… exiting into the art display hallway, she sees a blond boy admiring some of the works. …Hale. She grins with an internal impishness. If covert is what she needs to be to get Vince to join her GSA, what better way than through his roommate?
Also... it took forever, but I went back and tagged all the important entries. Yay OCD organization!
Type: Gen
Genre: Erm... gen? Slice of life?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, recruiter!imp!Amber, bitchy!Vince
Word Count: 753
Summary: Amber is going to get Vince to join her GSA, just you wait.
Disclaimer: Vince and Amber are mine; Hale is Chelsea/unrulygarden's.
Amber knows that she’s not technically allowed backstage, but rehearsal’s over, so Mr. Moore and Miss Goldman won’t mind. Besides, they know her from Oliver - her most favorite turn in theatre thus far, and best… who’d have thought that she’d get to play Nancy? - and she just wants to hand out some GSA flyers and otherwise pimp it out… no harm, nothing outside school policy, and it’s all good.
…Most everyone being gone for the day, however… that is decidedly not cool. And the only people left are some freshmen that she doesn’t really know (she gives them flyers anyway; she doesn’t have a “Recruiter” t-shirt for nothing), Laura (who she avoids on principle), and Vince (who she can’t see, but knows is here). The last one is the one she’s really looking for, though… as if she’s going to let her Artful Dodger go without coming to at least one meeting, especially when She Knows. Very few other people Know, and that Hale guy, his roommate, is probably one of them - he’s… he sets off her gaydar, though she doesn’t Know for sure about him… she’ll just have to recruit him too - and Amber is one of the people who Know.
…Why in the sphincter of Hell does it feel like she’s being avoided? …She’s not especially fond of this feeling… But Still! She came here to recruit, so the GSA will have more than eleven members (she loves ex-president/alumna, Fiona, but she was the worst person ever for promotion), and, damn it, she is going to wrangle herself a Vince. She is a Kansas girl, after all. She’s good at getting her way.
“Vince!” she calls, met with her own echo bouncing off the backstage area. “Vince, I know you’re here!”
Like a monkey, he flops upside-down in front of her, apparently coming out of nowhere; his ponytail flops down and he pushes his glasses up to keep them from falling off. Damn him for sitting in the rafters. He’s about at her height and doesn’t look at all pleased to see her… well, too bad for him; she’s here and he’s going to fucking deal with it. …Apparently, he hasn’t outgrown his black eyeliner over the summer.
“What?” he huffs.
“Manners, young man,” she chuckles; she grabs a flyer off the top of her pile and holds it up, grinning.
“…You’ll have to let me hold that, Amber; I can’t read upside-down.”
“…You could get down…”
“Just give it to me, won’t you?”
“Say, ‘please.’”
“Fine, anything to get this over with sooner-”
“Awww,” she mock-sighs. “That hurts me, Vince.”
“Whatever. Would you please just give me the stupid flyer?”
“Gladly!”
He doesn’t take that long reading it, then folds it over and glares at her again.
“What the Hell is this?” he snaps.
Wait a minute… isn’t he supposed to be smart? “…A flyer for the GSA?”
“And why are you giving this to me?”
“Well… it’s Gay and Straight and everything in between, and you’re gay, and I’d like to see you there, and-”
“Listen, woman, because I’m only going to say this once: I tread a very fine ground simply by not cutting my hair, participating in theatre, and not being a hyper-masculine ass. I do not need to open the floodgates by joining your little alliance.”
“…You don’t have to be out to join,” she sighs matter-of-factly. “That’s what the ‘S’ is for.”
“Obviously, you don’t know my parents.”
“Well, no, I don’t, but still-”
“Look, I think what you’re doing is great and all… I just don’t want to have a part in it. So… goodbye and good luck sticking it to the man, fighting the good fight, or whatever you’re calling this cause.”
Grumbling, he grabs a stray stage rope and pulls himself back up into the rafters. She pouts and looks up at him.
“I will get you to join the GSA, Vince!”
“Yeah, right!”
She huffs and exits the backstage area, shaking her head; she will get him to join the GSA, and so much the better for both of them. She’ll have one more member and it’s pretty obvious that he needs to get out more. Maybe she’ll just have to be more covert about it… exiting into the art display hallway, she sees a blond boy admiring some of the works. …Hale. She grins with an internal impishness. If covert is what she needs to be to get Vince to join her GSA, what better way than through his roommate?
Also... it took forever, but I went back and tagged all the important entries. Yay OCD organization!