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Imogen was in the dorm getting ready too. She already had gotten ready mostly, her outfit was a sexy vampire. She wore a red gothic lace corset, matching mini skirt and stockings. She had a lace garters around her thighs showing just how short that skirt was. Around her neck was a matching lace peice. Her hair was in a messy bun and in her hands were her vampire teeth.
"Where the hell are my platforms?" she asked herself as she looked around the common room. She had left her black heels around somewhere but was not having any luck finding them again.
"Bite your tongue" she laughed as she got up. "See now I'm taller then you" she said as she walked to him. "I don't know what to do if I fell down on the way to the dance, what I need is somebody there next to me" she acted melodramatically, acting as though James wasn't there.
"You could ask the guy sitting on the couch." James suggested. "I know him fairly well. He'd probably say yes if you asked him to go with you." James was referring to himself in the third person.
"I'll take you up on that offer" she said sitting down and messing with her hair. "Soo...I heard you needed a date for the dance, want to go?" she teased, all she needed was a piece of chewing gum and her alter ego would have been perfect.
James pulled out his smartphone and pretended to look through his calendar. "You know... I am free." He smiled. "So yes, I'd like that." He said as he pocketed his phone.
Imogen giggled and nudged him. "We still got time to kill, the dance is still a little while away, plus entering fashionably late is the only way" she said as she looked at him. "What do you want to do, because knowing you, your not going to dress up are you?" she asked.
"Just a tailored tuxedo and a martini glass." James told her. "Just like last year." His smirk then turned naughty. "As for what we can do to kill time... Well you know me." He winked.
"You need to loosen up James, like I wouldn't be this childish outside here, but here you can be a little more free" she said as she got up. Lucky most of the night involved standing up because it was hard sitting in that short skirt.
"My ass, you act like your dad sometimes you know that" she scoffed. "I didn't even see you at that party a while back" she said wondering where he was.
Ricky shook his head. "I could give you advice, but it wouldn't be good."
"The one you crashed." James stated. "With those first years that teleported all of you into the pool." James laughed. "I'm glad I didn't go to that." He frowned. "And I am nothing like my father."
"I did not get teleported for your information" she snapped back. "I think it'd be better if you called me later on, I got things to do" she said as she walked off towards her room, not bothering with the conversation.
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