As long as there's rebels, you don't need to worry

[nred]

Where: The Bronze
Who: Kya, Warren, Lizzie, Tamara, Gerald, Morrigan, Dot, Cynthia, Spike, Kya



Kya sat in the Bronze, not saying much, and eating a big plate of Nachos.

Warren was lurking in the Bronze, sunglasses on, checking out the ladies.

Lizzie walked into the Bronze, having heard this was the happening place to be.

Tamara was on the dancefloor with a Gerald, enjoying the night.

Gerald was busting a groove, yes.

Morrigan was dancing, as well, keeping an eye open for people she knew.

Lizzie headed over to the bar for a drink, absently checking out the guy in the glasses as she passed him.

Warren nodded to the passing chick. Nice ass.

Dot was on the dancefloor, contentedly dancing with herself.

"Hey," Lizzie said, having no idea that he was checking out her posterior. "Nice glasses."

"Thank you," Warren said with a smirk.

"So this is nice," Gerald murmured. "Nice evening, lots of people around to laugh at..."

Tina headed into the Bronze, and for the bar. She ordered some food and happily sat down to eat.

Spike had gotten a drink, and resettled beside Kya. "Busy night, love," he said.

"It happens." Kya said, before eating more Nachos

"No work for either of us," Tamara said, smiling. "That's the best part."

Lizzie continued on her way to the bar and got in line to order a drink.

Tina waved to Lizzie, not sure if she recognized her

Morrigan headed back to the bar, a little breathless, and sat down near Tina.

Lizzie waved back, and smiled. "Hi!"

"Hi" Tina smiled "I don't remember if I know you."

"I'm Lizzie Bothwell," she said, by means of introducing herself either way. She had a distinctly english accent.

Morrigan waved at Lizzie, too. "Hi, Lizzie. I'm Morrigan."

"Nice to meet you," she said. "Mind if I come join you?"

"Sure," Morrigan said, glancing at Tina. "Fine by me."

"No." said Tina "I'm Tina Eliot."

Lizzie sat down with her drink. "I just got here not long ago - so if you've got the lowdown on the social scene, I'd appreicate it."

"I'm the self appointed queen of outcasts." admitted Tina "So, I'm no help."

"The scene is here, Sid's Diner and the Sunset," Morrigan said. "Other than that, staying off the street after dark is a good idea."

"Agreed," Gerald nodded. "Though I've got a lot of it to catch up on..."

"Where have you been going?" asked Kya, quietly to Spike "Am I doing something wrong?"

"No, pet," Spike said. "Just, you know ... around. Walking calms me down."

"Calms you down?" asked Kya "Well, I guess it's better than not being calm."

Spike shrugged. "Yeah. 'Course."

"Nachos?" offered Kya "Anyway, I'm going to start trying to be social with more people."

Spike had a nacho. "Like who?"

"Just people... you know, the coffee shop, or Sid's. I'd like to branch out and make more friends, and spend more time with the friends I have."

Spike shrugged. "Sure, then."

Tamara frowned. "I hope it's not the kind of work that keeps you late," she said.

Lizzie nodded. "What about the boy scene?" She grinned. "Any cute boys at our school?"

"Glad you don't mind." Kya smiled, and had more nachos

"Lot's of them. I mean, yeah... and cute girls too, if you like girls" said Tina "What's your type?"

"Boys, definitely. Smart and kind of sassy," Lizzie said. "But not the kind that'll run around on you."

"Mm." Gerald didn't answer that one.

Tina thought about that. "Well, the guy with the Sunglasses is supposed to be smart, but I don't really know about anyone else. I can keep a look out for you, if you want."

"He is kind of hot," Lizzie said, checking out the glasses guy again.

"Well, one of his friends is sorta my friend if she isn't mad at me." said Tina

Warren waved to the ladies that were checking him out, and smiled.

Morrigan was all about the protecting, but chaperoning wasn't really on her list of duties. She eyed Warren and managed to not roll her eyes in the process.

Lizzie waved back, and crooked her finger with the c'mere gesture.

"His name is Warren." said Tina, quietly "I don't know him that well, though. We're all supposed t ang out soon, I think."

Warren got up and headed on over. "You gesticulated?"

"Hey," Lizzie said, smiling. "You go to our high school, right? I'm new there, so I'm in need of all the friends I can get. Lizzie Bothwell." She offered a hand. "Tina says you have friends in common."

Maybe chaperoning wasn't a horrible idea. Morrigan stirred the ice in her drink.

"Okay... you're the second person I've heard that line from in a week. Are you running for homecoming or something?" Warren inquired, but shook the hand.

"Gwen" explained Tina

"Oh, you know Gwen?" Warren added.

"We talked about genital cookies, alcohol and weed at lunch the other day." said Tina "And she said we are all supposed to hang out sometimes."

"I'm guessing you just met her, then," Warren nodded.

Lizzie laughed. "Smashing. And no, cripes- I'm not the homecoming type. I'm just an ocean away from home so I'm trying to make some friends before I become a social pariah or something."

"Late last week." said Tina "But I've only been out here a few weeks. Did anyone see the posters hanging up for homecoming?"

"They made me laugh." Tina added

"Oh, the one with that girl that looks like she's going to smile herself to death?" Lizzie asked.

"Yeah." Tina nodded 'Be Canny, vote for Fanny' that's a really, really stupid slogan."

"I don't know if the Canny is worse than the Fanny, or vice-verse,' Morrigan said.

"You might as well not try. Most of the people who try out for that are disgusting, filthy sores upon humanity," Warren commented. "Although I almost won last year."

"Canned fanny sounds like a product you'd find in a joke store," Lizzie said.

"You almost won last year?" asked Tina

Morrigan winced. "Oh, my God, I'd almost erased that night from my head, too."

"With the Titanic song, and the ... yeah, wow." She shook her head.

"Yeah, it was a funny night," Warren agreed. "Still, I'm going to just skip the last one and hope they all get splattered by something."

"...that awful Titanic song? Ugh, I'm definitely not going to homecoming," Lizzie said.

"It would have been funny if he was like 'Get your own door' to the chick in that movie." said Tina "And if she'd sold the ugly necklace... but um, that sounds like a terrible homecoming. Not that I've been to one, but it sounds like a sucky dance."

Cynthia had been dancing, doing her own little 'white-girl-dancing-badly' thing, when she noticed Lizzie talking with a group of others. Hey, if she was gonna do the whole 'running for queen' thing, she better get to know people, right? So she headed over, grinning broadly. "Hey, Lizzerkins!"

"Hey Sin," Lizzie said. "C'mon over..."

Warren shrugged. "Yeah, it was lousy music, some goth kid won the nomination, and some psycho attempted to kill Cordelia Chase -- which was the funniest part."

Morrigan, whose hair was slightly less orange than Sin's, and who had seen her dancing earlier, smiled and waved.

Waving at Morrigan and the others at the table, Sin placed an arm around her friend and smirked. "So. I've decided to run for Homecoming Queen."

"A goth kid won?" asked Tina "Wow... and someone tried to kill the ch- you're what?"

"Cool. Are you one of Gwen's exes?" Warren asked.

Lizzie hugged Sin. "Well, I'm right chuffed for you, but I'm not sure I'm going to go to Homecoming. Warren said they had that awful titanic song last year..."

"If I win, they're gonna play 80's hair metal. I swear. I'm running on a pro-Def Leppard campaign." She looked at Warren and blinked. "Annnd... I have NO clue who you're talking about."

"Sorry, I thought you looked familiar for a moment," Warren said apologetically.

"Oh... let me introduce everyone. This is Tina, Morrigan, and Warren. Folks, this is Sin, who I met on my very first day - she's aces." Lizzie made the intros.

"Short for Cynthia... but it kinda fits. I'm a bit of a troublemaker." Sin shrugged, and ruffled Lizzie's hair playfully. "Been at this stupid school for three years, and I think I know all of about three people."

"You beat the odds by living that long," Sam said.

"Don't feel too bad, most of the school is full of people who are a bit of a troublemaker," Warren chuckled. "That's why they keep disappearing."

"Well, now you've doubled your people knowing," Lizzie said.

"So, if you guys aren't doing the whole Homecoming thing... can I at least ask for your vote?" Sin gave bullshit-serious grin. "I promise to drag every other candidate through more mud than you can imagine."

"You've got my vote." said Tina "And I'm a trouble maker, so I'm glad I'm not all alone in that."

"Of course you've got my vote," Lizzie said.

"Sorry, I make it a tradition to vote for Gwen and Andrew for homecoming queen and king," Warren answered.

"I'd vote for you, but I graduated last spring," Morrigan said.

Sin perked up suddenly, looking to Lizzie. "Hey... is it too unrealistic to promise cookies and afternoon naps to all the slackers if they vote for me?"

"No - I bet you'd get the slacker vote on that for sure," Lizzie said. "Can you bake cookies?"

"I can." said Tina "But, I'd have to get permission to bake, I think."

"You can promise whatever stupid crap you want -- anyone who actually believes homecoming queen promises deserves what they get anyhow," Warren added.

"True." Sin agreed, liking Warren's way of thinking. "Maybe I'll make a poster claiming Fannie secretly hates Jews."

"She already hates everyone," Warren said, "unless they'll make her appear more important. I've seen her a total of once, and already I'd much rather date Cordelia."

"I haven't met either of them, but from the poster... how bad could this Cordelia be?" Lizzie asked.

"Attilla the Hun in a dress," Morrigan said.

"Eh. She's the typical preppie sexually suggestive bimbo who the jocks swoon over and the important people flock to," Warren answered. "Fannie's just like that, only without actually having sexuality, preppiness, or people."

"Cordelia Chase?" Sin belly-laughed, almost TOO loudly. "Please... she's pretty much the devil incarnate. If the devil were a slutty, fashion-obsessed diva."

"She told me I was nothing." said Tina "So I told her she looked like a cow with a rats face, and all her friends have hated me since."

"Well, Cordelia *is* sort of like a cow..." Sin smirked and shrugged. "Guys manhandle her teats every day..."

Warren shrugged. "Actually, she's pretty low on the slut totem pole."

"There's a slut-pole?" Lizzie said, laughing. "Man, I like America. You yanks are great at classifying things."

"Is that a good place to be?" asked Tina, quietly "I mean.. nevermind." she shut up.

"Well, 'totem pole' is our way of simultaneously ranking things and spitting on the graves of the American Indians," Warren commented.

Sin giggled at Tina's comment, and pointed at her. "You. I like you. In fact, I'd go so far as to say you pretty much rock."

"Most people at school are on the bottom level - either they've never gotten laid in their life, or they desperately would like to get laid but have never gotten laid in their life," Warren shrugged.

"Up from there are the people in relationships. Maybe they've gone all the way under the trees in Breaker's Woods, maybe not, but they're better than the non-sexeds," Warren continued.

"Interesting theory." Sin said, hearing Warren. "I guess I'm in the middle? I mean, I'm totally a virgin, but mostly because I'm too much of a slacker to put the effort into the sexing part."

"No, you're at the bottom," Warren stated.

"Virgins are always on the bottom."

"Then there's the ones that flirt compulsively with everyone -- followed by the ones that go through relationships like they were water -- followed by the ones that just give random handjobs for twenty bucks."

"Shoot. Oh well." She laughed, brushing a hand through her bright orange locks. "Lizzie? You have some reaaaaally interesting friends, you know that?"

"So Cordelia is near the center, but closer to the bottom, because she only flirts with a very small minority of the school," Warren said.

Warren shrugged. "To be fair, I just met her."

"We did just meet," Lizzie agreed.

"Yep." Tina chimed in

"My vote for the homecoming thing is easy." said Tina "Just whoever gives me more stuff, but I don't want to go to the dance... anyway... I'm going to go. Later."

"But I do think you're pretty cool," Lizzie said.

"Heading out, too," Morrigan said. "Nice meeting you," she said to Lizzie and Sin.

"Have a good night- Nice meeting you too," Lizzie said.

Sin nodded to both and laughed. "See ya soon!"

"And then there were three...." Lizzie said.

Warren shrugged. "I'm not going to it either - and thank you," he added, in reference to Lizzie's comment.

"Three? But... THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!" Sin blinked, then chuckled nervously. "Ok... inadvertantly showing off the dork-badge... forget I said anything..."

"Eh, Highlander's not worth much geek cred," Warren assured. "Half a point at best."

"Oh thank god." She laughed, wiping fake sweat from her brow.

Lizzie laughed. "I've seen that show, but not my cuppa tea."

"Anything Sean Connery's been in loses most of its geek cred immediately," Warren commented.

"Doesn't make it less cool, but it does make it more public-acceptable."

"What kind of music do you like?" Lizzie asked abruptly.

"If you mean me, I'm all about classic rock. Led Zep, Sabbath, The Stones..." Sin shrugged. "Not exactly stuff that the cool kids in school listen to, but I can't handle that generic pop crap."

"Yes," Lizzie said, and high-fived Sin. "I love that stuff."

She looked to Warren.

Warren shrugged. "Techno, metal, and rock, mostly."

"Good choices," Lizzie said, offering him the high-five as well.

"Techno... cool stuff. Metal's a'ight, but I can do without the hardcore screaming stuff." Sin smirked, just inserting her two cents.

Warren high-fived. "To each their own."

"Do you want to dance?" Lizzie asked Warren.

"Sure, why not," Warren agreed. "Fair warning, though, I have all the dancing skills of a white boy on television."

Lizzie laughed. "I don't mind, as long as you don't crush my feet."

She headed for the dance floor.

"I'll try not to," Warren grinned, and trotted off towards the dance floor.

"You're not too bad," Lizzie said, when her feet remained uncrushed for a while.

"Never said I was -bad- -- just warned you in advance I wasn't good, either," Warren replied cheerfully.

"Well, it's nice to dance with you, either way," Lizzie said.

Warren grinned. "Good to know."