<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Back To School Pahr-Tay</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/Lina%20Posada/4e94bf96-b0bc-4897-99a7-f7de8fffe665_zps5d28bcbd.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/cc0db25f8d9b19312af262920aa006b5/tumblr_nebab5omqV1qg22hlo1_500.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier new;"><strong>Name:</strong> Monique Santos-Prince | Massimo Re<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Former Gold, Postgrad | Bronze Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 23 | 22<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> "Reformed" | Pansexual<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Not Sure Yet | Fairly Mellow but in good spirits<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> September 28th | 7PM - Whenever<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Near the edges of the party<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> <strong>Open</strong></span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: palatino linotype;">Monique slid the chain to her car key over her head and let the warm metal nestle in the vee of fitted black vest she'd donned for tonight. The sound of her boots over the quad bricks was all but blotted out by the bone rattling music and her breath eased past glossed lips as she steeled herself against the initial wave of anxiety that always threatened to overwhelm her at things like this. For a few very poignant moments all she wanted to do was turn the hell around and go get back in her car. She was well aware that she could go <em>anywhere</em> else and wouldn't have to face  so many bodies pressed close together with the scent of beer and liquor forming a cloudy haze over them. However, Monique had determined long ago that she would not allow herself to runaway or to hide. She refused.<br/><br/>So there she was, feeling the intense thud of her own heartbeat hammering even louder than the music as she stepped into the quad. Her face was sober, her demeanor screaming something along the lines of "look but don't touch!... or I will fuck your <span class="bbc_u">life</span> up!", but her eyes scanned the mix and mash of gyrating bodies as if she was looking for something... <em>particular</em>.<br/><br/>"Hey gorgeous."<br/><br/>That purring rumble sounded along the shell of her ear and drew her to a stop. Irritation flashed briefly in her eyes but only because he'd startled the shit out of her. She should have seen the damn snake and his massive ego coming from a mile away but he'd always had the uncanny ability to sneak up on her. <br/><br/>"What d'yah want, Messi?" The Bajan blonde stiffened as Massimo moved around her. He was far too close but even he knew better than to cross certain lines after she'd damn near unmanned him his first year at Jamison. She heard him suck his teeth over the nickname she'd given him and resisted the urge to smirk as he stopped in front of her. <br/><br/>"You know, you're the only person who gets away with that," he pointed out, leading Mo to nod and actually smirk now. <br/><br/>"Anyway," he continued as if he hadn't seen it, "I just came over to see if you'd finally come to your senses and realized what a catch I am." He flashed her a bit of a grin and grabbed her waist, his motions all coming from in front of her so that while she might not have been able to dodge the unexpected move, she could in fact see it coming. "Thought I'd see if tonight was the night you'd finally give in to your secret feelings for me and let me show you what you've been missing." His gaze dropped down and he whistled, though it was lost to the music. "Especially if it involves you leaving those boots on!" <br/><br/>Mo blinked in surprise then laughed outright, some of the tension she'd been feeling leaking away just like that. "Yah want tah show me what now?! Boy yah crazy." There wasn't an ounce of sexual tension between them. After they'd been roommates his first year any shouldas, wouldas, or couldas had completely disappeared without being explored. Massimo could be a first class dick when he wanted to be but underneath that veneer was far more than his too pretty face showed. Which was why his hands had remained at her waist--half along the top of her pants and half spilling over onto her skin, true--yet, despite the way he'd grabbed her not a further liberty had been taken. She knew what he was up to and it made her stretch up to plant a kiss on his cheek when anyone else would have been shoved away. <br/><br/>"That easy to read huh?" He asked, grinning wider. <br/><br/>"Mmhmm."<br/><br/>"Ahh, okay then. Guess I'd better go before my rep is ruined." Massimo slid his arms around Monique for a full but brief hug then let her go, noting the way her features had gone all serious and intense again. Heaving a big sigh of mock disappointment the bronze male tucked his hands into the pockets of his trousers and shrugged, a teasing note filling his voice. "I shall save my game for someone who will appreciate it. Find me later if you want though, Gorgeous. I'll save a dance just for you." He offered with a wink, though he knew she wouldn't. At least not on purpose. <br/><br/>"Game? Yeah, okay, Messi." Monique chuckled and started to slip away from him, her eyes returning to their scan of the crowd as with before. Although now her heart wasn't trying to beat its way out of her rib-cage and her chest didn't feel so tight as it had before. Perhaps the night would go well enough after all.</span>