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# And Prom's Tomorrow II

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1. >This was just balls.
2. >Total, inexcusable bawls.
3. >Making your way through one of the academy's first floor windows, you begin to stalk over to the second floor staircase.
4. >Nearly twenty minutes late to class... this would end up being the third time this month.
5. >It wasn't even your fault! How were you supposed to know staying up all night playing Rogue Stallion with Starswirl would end up leaving you sleeping through your alarm in the morning?
6. >On top of that, since when does Swirl not wake you the fuck up if you're ever late?
7. >Nevermind, you can bitch at him later. Right now you need to focus on the task at hand: Getting to Alchemy Class without anyone noticing you were gone.
8. >Peeking around a corner, you find... absolutely nothing. There's no one in the halls.
9. >Makes sense, seeing as you're twenty fucking minutes late. Everyone's in class... still, no hall monitors seem to be out or about. You might actually get lucky with this.
10. >Turning the corner, you can already see the staircase to the second floor of the academy.
11. >Grinning, you make your way down the hall. All fucking clear, this is starting to look pretty rad.
12. >Then your stomach seems to do front flips as your vision snaps, and suddenly you're sitting in a chair.
13. >In an office.
14. >The headmaster's office.
15. >Looking ahead, you can see that his chair is facing away from you.
16. >He... really liked being dramatic.
17. >"Anon, my dear boy! So glad you could drop in."
18. "Uh.. yeah. Glad to be here, Headmaster Discord..."
20. >With a swivel of his chair, he turns around and smiles that creepy, single fanged smile at you.
21. >"Now, Anon, were you trying to get to class when I "buzzed" you into my office?"
22. "Uuh... yeah! Yeah, I was just going to the bathroom, you know? Was on my way back."
23. >"Mmhmm," he nods, stroking the beard on his chin with a lion's paw. "And where's your hall pass?"
24. "Oh, you know what? I must have left it back in the bathroom. Shoot! Just... hahaha, how silly of me, you know?"
25. >"Oh well that's an easy fix, I'll just pop over there and-"
26. "AND I must have flushed it!"
27. >"...I beg your pardon?"
28. "Yeah, you know I just got so caught up in... uh... 'going' that I must have flushed it down the toilet in my...er... enthusiasm. Yeah."
29. >Discord raises an eyebrow off of his head, still stroking his beard.
30. >"..You know? I'll believe it."
31. "Sir I'm really sorry I- Wait what? I mean, yeah. Yeah! Thank you, I just, haaaahahagot caught up in shi- po- going."
32. >"Uh huh. Well as fascinating as your inner movements must be, I have a little favor to ask of you."
33. "...Favor?"
34. >"Yes! You see, I've been looking at your school records, and it seems that you're not currently enrolled in a SSAD course."
35. >SSAD's... ugh... yeah, there was a reason your weren't taking one. You absolutely blow dicks when it comes to Spontaneous Song and Dance.
36. "No, I'm not, actually. I'm just not that great at it, to tell you the truth."
37. >"Well, I think we should change that, don't you?"
38. "...not really?"
39. >"That's a yes!"
41. >Another snap of his fingers causes a slip of parchment to appear before him, as he up and dumps a vial of ink onto it, the spattering of black thinning and becoming simple, neat writing.
42. >"And there we are. You're to report to room 32B at exactly 9:45AM sharp."
43. "Wait, did you really just sign me up for an elective I don't want to take?"
44. >"NOT wanting to partake in our academy's most popular elective?! Anonymous, please, I think I just did you a favor. Besides, my little girl is in that class and she could use the company from someone who's not as gifted in the art of dancing at the drop of a hat like the rest of the ponies in this school."
45. "Sir... if you kind of haven't noticed, I'm not exactly a pony. I can't just leap into song and dance like everyone else."
46. >"Oh I know, I know that -exactly-. That's why I wanted to get permission from you father first."
47. >What.
48. "What?"
49. >"Chicken Butt. Hmmhaha, I'm sorry I won't do that again, that was just too easy."
50. "You called my dad? And asked if you could put me in this class?"
51. >"Indeed I did!"
52. "And he said YES?!"
53. >Discord snaps his fingers again, his voice becoming much, much deeper and with a gruffer tone to it.
54. >"What? My boy, DANCING?! Fine, do it, might put hair on his chest."
55. >With another snap, his voice returns to normal.
56. >"You see, your old man and I go way back. I figured he'd see the benefits of a well rounded education."
57. "My dad HATES singing and dancing."
58. >"Not as much as you though, dear boy," he says smiling.
60. >"So! As I said, you're to report to your SSAD class at 9:45 whiiiiiiiich happens to be in ten minutes! If I were you, I'd go get into some nice studio blacks!"
61. "..studio what?"
62. >"Blacks!"
63. >He snaps that fucking finger AGAIN and suddenly your crotch feels cramped.
64. >Looking down, you realize you're in all black clothes. Black tights with a black t-shirt.
65. "Whoa what the f-"
66. >"Now now, language. Off you go, sport!"
67. >He gives one last conniving smile, before he snaps more talons, as that feeling of uneasiness and pulling comes back, your vision becoming blurred and frenzied as you reappear in your Alchemy class.
68. >Wait, your Alchemy class?
69. >Blinking the blurriness from your vision, you can clearly see most of the class if staring at you.
70. >...where's Star Swirl?
71. >And why does your seat feel funnyyyyoh god you're sitting on him.
72. >"GET OFF, DUDE."
73. >You flail a bit, scrambling off of him as the class erupts into laughter.
74. >"MIster Anonymous!" calls out your professor, looking rather annoyed. "Would you mind telling me why you were late for our ENTIRE class today?"
75. "...Uh."
76. >"AND why you have simply apparated into my classroom WITHOUT a hallpass?"
77. "...Uh."
78. >"And WHY are you wearing your studio blacks in ALCHEMY class?!"
79. >"AND," begins Star Swirl, "Why did you land on ME of all ponies? Not cool, dude, not cool."
80. >"Mister Swirl is right," says the professor, "That indeed is not cool, Mister Anonymous."
81. "But I was-"
83. >You're cut off abruptly as the academy's main bell rings, signaling the end of your first period.
84. >The professor sighs, rubbing his face with a hoof as he gives out your next assignment to the class.
85. >Create a recipe for an invisibility potion.
86. >Never mind the fact that you would have to get the ingredients yourself, but you also missed the entire class that highlighted invis brews. Star Swirl never took notes, he'd just pass it easily like always.
87. >Your only hope for notes would be the only other major egg head in your class.
88. >Luna.
89. >Pushing past two members of the cheer squad, you find Luna trotting slowly down the hall towards the library.
90. >Crap... that fucking SSAD class was in less than five minutes... you needed to make this fast.
91. >But what would you say? "Hey, Luna, I'm in a bind, can I borrow your notes?"
92. >No, you had to be quicker than that, but you still had to get your point across.
93. >Time to work some magic of your own.
94. >Sprinting up to her, you cut in front of her, eyes wide as you blurt out your request.
95. "NOTES, GIVE."
96. >"...What?"
97. "I missed class, notes are key to passing, giiiiiiiive."
98. >Luna rolls her eyes behind the frames of her glasses.
99. >"I knew you were a bit thick, but this is ridiculous."
100. >Urge... to make... lewd joke... rising.
101. >Lewd joke about... rising.... also rising...
102. >You resist the urge to make a dick joke, and insist upon the notes.
103. "Luna, please, I have zero clue how to make an invisibility potion, you have to help."
104. >"No."
106. "Luna!"
107. >Shit, you were going to be late at this point. You needed to think fast.
108. >"NnnnnnI'llBeYourAlchemyPartner."
109. >Luna stops in her tracks, giving you a skeptical look.
110. >"And why would that be a selling point in me helping you?"
111. "Because you never have a partner and I think that kind of sucks, what do you think?"
112. >"Pfft, no. I like working on my own anyway."
113. "Luna please, I'm desperate here. Please. Your price, name it."
114. >Luna keeps staring at you through those huge fuck glasses she has... then finally sighs.
115. >"You're going to be my Alchemy partner and you're going to pull your weight, you understand? I don't want you just sitting around playing that stupid little game thing of yours, got it?"
116. "My GameColt is not stupid."
117. >"Anonymous."
118. "Pull my weight, yeah, got it, thank you so much."
119. >Giving a slightly annoyed groan, she levitates out a neat stack of papers to you as you stuff them into your backpack.
120. >"Come to my dorm room tonight and we can get working on the recipe. Seven o'clock, got it?"
121. "Got it."
122. >You smile like an idiot and give her head a pat out of gratitude.
123. >"Don't touch me."
124. "Right yeah got it, bye!"
125. >With that, you bound off to the drama room, all the way on the other side of the school, while Luna mutters and adjusts her mane.
126. >Alright, lab partners with Luna, not a bad trade off. Sure, she was nerd supreme, but you were kinda okay with that. If anything, it almost ensured you'd get a good grade on the lab work anyway.
127. >Ace in the hole. Nice.
129. >Walking down the art department's halls, you eventually make it to the Theater room.
130. >They called it the "Black Box" seeing as the walls and floors were all painted black. Something about letting the ponies dressed in blacks move about backstage without being seen, you think. You weren't too sure.
131. >There's a light tune coming from the classroom, but you can't hear it clearly through the doors.
132. >And... is that singing?
133. >No shit, of course it's singing, it's a Spontaneous Song and Dance class...
134. >Well... no time like the present.
135. >Pushing past the doors, you're immediately greeted by the faces of a number of ponies, two griffons, and...
136. >"Who let this loser in?"
137. >...Eris.
138. >The draconequus chews, blowing a small pink bubble from the gum she's got in her mouth as it pops with a quick snap.
139. >"Ah! Anonymous, isn't it?" asks the teacher happily, flapping her white wings as her blonde mane bobs a bit through its poofs.
140. "Uh.. Yeah, that's me. I kind of got thrown in here and-"
141. >"Well don't you worry. If there's anything Professor Surprise can do, it's teach a Minotaur to dance!"
142. "I'm not a Minotaur."
143. >"Really? Huh. Well, you don't have the horns, that's for sure. Anyway! Why don't you take a seat next to Eris over there and we can start the lesson?" she sings, each one of her words ending in a sort of timber in her voice.
144. >With a quick tug of your pants, your crotch getting kinda snagged due to the fact the tights were... well, tight, you take your seat next to Eris.
146. >"Now then," Surpise says while dancing to a stereo, "I''m going to play some music, and all of you are going to get up and just dance your hardest, hrm? Good! Now then, let's begin!"
147. "What?"
148. >Before you can get an answer, the music starts. It's some kind of boy band, very... pop... sounding...
149. >God you hated this.
150. >Immediately the ponies leap from their seats, instantly forming an impromptu dance team as they spin and hop about the room.
151. >All of them except you, of course.
152. >...Neither is Eris, actually. She just rolls her eyes, blowing a few bangs from her face as she chews her gum.
153. >"Now now you two, if you want at least a participatory grade you'll need to get up and dance! No need to worry about singing just yet, you're new, Anonymous. But Eris, I'm surprised at you. C'mon, up up!"
154. >Surprise pirouettes over to the both of you and grasps your hand with a hoof, the other latching to Eris's lion paw as she pulls you both to your feet and into the middle of the floor.
155. >"Ugh," Eris groans as she hocks the gum in her mouth across the room and over into a trash bin.
156. >"Now then," Surprise says as the rest of the class gets lost in a sort of dancing trance, "How about you give our newcomer a few tricks of the trade, hmm?"
157. >"Yeah whatever," sighs the draconequus.
158. >Surprise smiles and nods, fluttering over to the other students.
159. >You'd actually never really been in a class with Eris before.
160. >Never talked with her, either. She had a reputation.
161. >Not the best rep either...
163. >"So," she says, looking you over. "New to SSAD?"
164. "Uh.. yeah you can say that. This kind of stuff isn't my thing, you know?"
165. >"Pffft, yeah sure. Alright, well, do you know how to dance?"
166. "Not really, no."
167. >"Terrific," she mutters. "Just follow my lead and don't step on my feet alright? Don't need you ruining my claws or my hoof."
168. >With that she straightens out, her height shifting until she's eye level with you and a lot less... snakey.
169. >"Just put one hoof on my hip and the other in my paw."
170. "Hand."
171. >"What?"
172. "I don't have hooves, I have hands."
173. >"And I don't really care, so just do it okay?"
174. "God, fine."
175. >You put your left hand in her paw, and your right on her hi-
176. >...
177. >...uh
178. "You... don't have hips."
179. >"Excuse me?"
180. "I- You don't have hips for me to put a hand on."
181. >"Yes I do."
182. "No, you don't. you're just a tube of... you're a tube with a head and arms and-"
183. >"Hey. Jackass. Want me to smack your shit?"
184. "...no?"
185. >"Then maybe stop telling me I don't have hips and I'm just a tube. How about that?"
186. "...Yeah point taken."
187. >With that, you put a hand on her... side, you guess, and begin to move disjointedly to the music that's playing.
188. >Okay. Easy. Step, step, no- Why is she twirling you oh shit.
189. >Eris puts you into some kind of slow spin, but your two left feet make quick work of you as you stumble about.
190. >"What are you doing?"
191. "I'm- Hey, cut out the spin, alright?"
192. >"This is the slowest spin you could do, how are you messing this up?"
193. "I suck at this! Remember?"
194. >"Ugh."
196. >After a few more minutes of getting the ropes of how NOT to trip over your own two feet, you find yourself just dancing with her in relative silence.
197. >It's awkward, sure... but striking up conversation with her might be just as awkward, maybe even more.
198. >"What's your name again?"
199. "Huh?"
200. >Oh. Might be easier than you thought.
201. "Anonymous. You're Eris, right?"
202. >"Gee, when'd you figure that out?"
203. "...You know, you're a lot more crass than I thought you'd be?"
204. >"Excuse me?"
205. "Aren't you 'Queen of the School' or something?"
206. >"Hell yes I am. Don't forget it."
207. "So why does the queen of the school need her dad to get good grades in a class you're not too great in?"
208. >She squints at you, throwing you into a dip that makes you smack your head on the wall a bit.
209. "Hey, watch it!"
210. >"Oh, I'm sorry, did I do that?"
211. >Grumbling to yourself, you get the bright idea to try and give her a taste of her own medicine.
212. >With a sway, you go to spin her into some of the stage curtains.
213. >Instead of spilling out in a tumble, though, she goes with the spin, gently floating over the chair and landing right back in front of you.
214. >"Nice try, loser."
215. >...this was going to be a long fucking semester.

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>This was just balls. >Total, inexcusable bawls. >Making your way through one of the academy's first floor windows, you begin to stalk over to the second floor staircase. >Nearly twenty minutes late to class... this would end up being the third time this month. >It wasn't even your fault! How were you supposed to know staying up all night playing Rogue Stallion with Starswirl would end up leaving you sleeping through your alarm in the morning? >On top of that, since when does Swirl not wake you the fuck up if you're ever late? >Nevermind, you can bitch at him later. Right now you need to focus on the task at hand: Getting to Alchemy Class without anyone noticing you were gone. >Peeking around a corner, you find... absolutely nothing. There's no one in the halls. >Makes sense, seeing as you're twenty fucking minutes late. Everyone's in class... still, no hall monitors seem to be out or about. You might actually get lucky with this. >Turning the corner, you can already see the staircase to the second floor of the academy. >Grinning, you make your way down the hall. All fucking clear, this is starting to look pretty rad. >Then your stomach seems to do front flips as your vision snaps, and suddenly you're sitting in a chair. >In an office. >The headmaster's office. >Looking ahead, you can see that his chair is facing away from you. >He... really liked being dramatic. >"Anon, my dear boy! So glad you could drop in." "Uh.. yeah. Glad to be here, Headmaster Discord..." >With a swivel of his chair, he turns around and smiles that creepy, single fanged smile at you. >"Now, Anon, were you trying to get to class when I "buzzed" you into my office?" "Uuh... yeah! Yeah, I was just going to the bathroom, you know? Was on my way back." >"Mmhmm," he nods, stroking the beard on his chin with a lion's paw. "And where's your hall pass?" "Oh, you know what? I must have left it back in the bathroom. Shoot! Just... hahaha, how silly of me, you know?" >"Oh well that's an easy fix, I'll just pop over there and-" "AND I must have flushed it!" >"...I beg your pardon?" "Yeah, you know I just got so caught up in... uh... 'going' that I must have flushed it down the toilet in my...er... enthusiasm. Yeah." >Discord raises an eyebrow off of his head, still stroking his beard. >"..You know? I'll believe it." "Sir I'm really sorry I- Wait what? I mean, yeah. Yeah! Thank you, I just, haaaahahagot caught up in shi- po- going." >"Uh huh. Well as fascinating as your inner movements must be, I have a little favor to ask of you." "...Favor?" >"Yes! You see, I've been looking at your school records, and it seems that you're not currently enrolled in a SSAD course." >SSAD's... ugh... yeah, there was a reason your weren't taking one. You absolutely blow dicks when it comes to Spontaneous Song and Dance. "No, I'm not, actually. I'm just not that great at it, to tell you the truth." >"Well, I think we should change that, don't you?" "...not really?" >"That's a yes!" >Another snap of his fingers causes a slip of parchment to appear before him, as he up and dumps a vial of ink onto it, the spattering of black thinning and becoming simple, neat writing. >"And there we are. You're to report to room 32B at exactly 9:45AM sharp." "Wait, did you really just sign me up for an elective I don't want to take?" >"NOT wanting to partake in our academy's most popular elective?! Anonymous, please, I think I just did you a favor. Besides, my little girl is in that class and she could use the company from someone who's not as gifted in the art of dancing at the drop of a hat like the rest of the ponies in this school." "Sir... if you kind of haven't noticed, I'm not exactly a pony. I can't just leap into song and dance like everyone else." >"Oh I know, I know that -exactly-. That's why I wanted to get permission from you father first." >What. "What?" >"Chicken Butt. Hmmhaha, I'm sorry I won't do that again, that was just too easy." "You called my dad? And asked if you could put me in this class?" >"Indeed I did!" "And he said YES?!" >Discord snaps his fingers again, his voice becoming much, much deeper and with a gruffer tone to it. >"What? My boy, DANCING?! Fine, do it, might put hair on his chest." >With another snap, his voice returns to normal. >"You see, your old man and I go way back. I figured he'd see the benefits of a well rounded education." "My dad HATES singing and dancing." >"Not as much as you though, dear boy," he says smiling. >"So! As I said, you're to report to your SSAD class at 9:45 whiiiiiiiich happens to be in ten minutes! If I were you, I'd go get into some nice studio blacks!" "..studio what?" >"Blacks!" >He snaps that fucking finger AGAIN and suddenly your crotch feels cramped. >Looking down, you realize you're in all black clothes. Black tights with a black t-shirt. "Whoa what the f-" >"Now now, language. Off you go, sport!" >He gives one last conniving smile, before he snaps more talons, as that feeling of uneasiness and pulling comes back, your vision becoming blurred and frenzied as you reappear in your Alchemy class. >Wait, your Alchemy class? >Blinking the blurriness from your vision, you can clearly see most of the class if staring at you. >...where's Star Swirl? >And why does your seat feel funnyyyyoh god you're sitting on him. >"GET OFF, DUDE." >You flail a bit, scrambling off of him as the class erupts into laughter. >"MIster Anonymous!" calls out your professor, looking rather annoyed. "Would you mind telling me why you were late for our ENTIRE class today?" "...Uh." >"AND why you have simply apparated into my classroom WITHOUT a hallpass?" "...Uh." >"And WHY are you wearing your studio blacks in ALCHEMY class?!" >"AND," begins Star Swirl, "Why did you land on ME of all ponies? Not cool, dude, not cool." >"Mister Swirl is right," says the professor, "That indeed is not cool, Mister Anonymous." "But I was-" >You're cut off abruptly as the academy's main bell rings, signaling the end of your first period. >The professor sighs, rubbing his face with a hoof as he gives out your next assignment to the class. >Create a recipe for an invisibility potion. >Never mind the fact that you would have to get the ingredients yourself, but you also missed the entire class that highlighted invis brews. Star Swirl never took notes, he'd just pass it easily like always. >Your only hope for notes would be the only other major egg head in your class. >Luna. >Pushing past two members of the cheer squad, you find Luna trotting slowly down the hall towards the library. >Crap... that fucking SSAD class was in less than five minutes... you needed to make this fast. >But what would you say? "Hey, Luna, I'm in a bind, can I borrow your notes?" >No, you had to be quicker than that, but you still had to get your point across. >Time to work some magic of your own. >Sprinting up to her, you cut in front of her, eyes wide as you blurt out your request. "NOTES, GIVE." >"...What?" "I missed class, notes are key to passing, giiiiiiiive." >Luna rolls her eyes behind the frames of her glasses. >"I knew you were a bit thick, but this is ridiculous." >Urge... to make... lewd joke... rising. >Lewd joke about... rising.... also rising... >You resist the urge to make a dick joke, and insist upon the notes. "Luna, please, I have zero clue how to make an invisibility potion, you have to help." >"No." "Luna!" >Shit, you were going to be late at this point. You needed to think fast. >"NnnnnnI'llBeYourAlchemyPartner." >Luna stops in her tracks, giving you a skeptical look. >"And why would that be a selling point in me helping you?" "Because you never have a partner and I think that kind of sucks, what do you think?" >"Pfft, no. I like working on my own anyway." "Luna please, I'm desperate here. Please. Your price, name it." >Luna keeps staring at you through those huge fuck glasses she has... then finally sighs. >"You're going to be my Alchemy partner and you're going to pull your weight, you understand? I don't want you just sitting around playing that stupid little game thing of yours, got it?" "My GameColt is not stupid." >"Anonymous." "Pull my weight, yeah, got it, thank you so much." >Giving a slightly annoyed groan, she levitates out a neat stack of papers to you as you stuff them into your backpack. >"Come to my dorm room tonight and we can get working on the recipe. Seven o'clock, got it?" "Got it." >You smile like an idiot and give her head a pat out of gratitude. >"Don't touch me." "Right yeah got it, bye!" >With that, you bound off to the drama room, all the way on the other side of the school, while Luna mutters and adjusts her mane. >Alright, lab partners with Luna, not a bad trade off. Sure, she was nerd supreme, but you were kinda okay with that. If anything, it almost ensured you'd get a good grade on the lab work anyway. >Ace in the hole. Nice. >Walking down the art department's halls, you eventually make it to the Theater room. >They called it the "Black Box" seeing as the walls and floors were all painted black. Something about letting the ponies dressed in blacks move about backstage without being seen, you think. You weren't too sure. >There's a light tune coming from the classroom, but you can't hear it clearly through the doors. >And... is that singing? >No shit, of course it's singing, it's a Spontaneous Song and Dance class... >Well... no time like the present. >Pushing past the doors, you're immediately greeted by the faces of a number of ponies, two griffons, and... >"Who let this loser in?" >...Eris. >The draconequus chews, blowing a small pink bubble from the gum she's got in her mouth as it pops with a quick snap. >"Ah! Anonymous, isn't it?" asks the teacher happily, flapping her white wings as her blonde mane bobs a bit through its poofs. "Uh.. Yeah, that's me. I kind of got thrown in here and-" >"Well don't you worry. If there's anything Professor Surprise can do, it's teach a Minotaur to dance!" "I'm not a Minotaur." >"Really? Huh. Well, you don't have the horns, that's for sure. Anyway! Why don't you take a seat next to Eris over there and we can start the lesson?" she sings, each one of her words ending in a sort of timber in her voice. >With a quick tug of your pants, your crotch getting kinda snagged due to the fact the tights were... well, tight, you take your seat next to Eris. >"Now then," Surpise says while dancing to a stereo, "I''m going to play some music, and all of you are going to get up and just dance your hardest, hrm? Good! Now then, let's begin!" "What?" >Before you can get an answer, the music starts. It's some kind of boy band, very... pop... sounding... >God you hated this. >Immediately the ponies leap from their seats, instantly forming an impromptu dance team as they spin and hop about the room. >All of them except you, of course. >...Neither is Eris, actually. She just rolls her eyes, blowing a few bangs from her face as she chews her gum. >"Now now you two, if you want at least a participatory grade you'll need to get up and dance! No need to worry about singing just yet, you're new, Anonymous. But Eris, I'm surprised at you. C'mon, up up!" >Surprise pirouettes over to the both of you and grasps your hand with a hoof, the other latching to Eris's lion paw as she pulls you both to your feet and into the middle of the floor. >"Ugh," Eris groans as she hocks the gum in her mouth across the room and over into a trash bin. >"Now then," Surprise says as the rest of the class gets lost in a sort of dancing trance, "How about you give our newcomer a few tricks of the trade, hmm?" >"Yeah whatever," sighs the draconequus. >Surprise smiles and nods, fluttering over to the other students. >You'd actually never really been in a class with Eris before. >Never talked with her, either. She had a reputation. >Not the best rep either... >"So," she says, looking you over. "New to SSAD?" "Uh.. yeah you can say that. This kind of stuff isn't my thing, you know?" >"Pffft, yeah sure. Alright, well, do you know how to dance?" "Not really, no." >"Terrific," she mutters. "Just follow my lead and don't step on my feet alright? Don't need you ruining my claws or my hoof." >With that she straightens out, her height shifting until she's eye level with you and a lot less... snakey. >"Just put one hoof on my hip and the other in my paw." "Hand." >"What?" "I don't have hooves, I have hands." >"And I don't really care, so just do it okay?" "God, fine." >You put your left hand in her paw, and your right on her hi- >... >...uh "You... don't have hips." >"Excuse me?" "I- You don't have hips for me to put a hand on." >"Yes I do." "No, you don't. you're just a tube of... you're a tube with a head and arms and-" >"Hey. Jackass. Want me to smack your shit?" "...no?" >"Then maybe stop telling me I don't have hips and I'm just a tube. How about that?" "...Yeah point taken." >With that, you put a hand on her... side, you guess, and begin to move disjointedly to the music that's playing. >Okay. Easy. Step, step, no- Why is she twirling you oh shit. >Eris puts you into some kind of slow spin, but your two left feet make quick work of you as you stumble about. >"What are you doing?" "I'm- Hey, cut out the spin, alright?" >"This is the slowest spin you could do, how are you messing this up?" "I suck at this! Remember?" >"Ugh." >After a few more minutes of getting the ropes of how NOT to trip over your own two feet, you find yourself just dancing with her in relative silence. >It's awkward, sure... but striking up conversation with her might be just as awkward, maybe even more. >"What's your name again?" "Huh?" >Oh. Might be easier than you thought. "Anonymous. You're Eris, right?" >"Gee, when'd you figure that out?" "...You know, you're a lot more crass than I thought you'd be?" >"Excuse me?" "Aren't you 'Queen of the School' or something?" >"Hell yes I am. Don't forget it." "So why does the queen of the school need her dad to get good grades in a class you're not too great in?" >She squints at you, throwing you into a dip that makes you smack your head on the wall a bit. "Hey, watch it!" >"Oh, I'm sorry, did I do that?" >Grumbling to yourself, you get the bright idea to try and give her a taste of her own medicine. >With a sway, you go to spin her into some of the stage curtains. >Instead of spilling out in a tumble, though, she goes with the spin, gently floating over the chair and landing right back in front of you. >"Nice try, loser." >...this was going to be a long fucking semester.