[Main Event Thread] Event #1 "Let's play!"

[Arielle Belacqua]

"I will never you" , Nancy and Arielle sang in perfect harmony backstage in the audatorium. Arielle knew Nerissa was offering some voice warm up, however she preferred practicing with Nancy before Miss Kishi would come. Especially since Nancy helped her so much with her voice and she got so much more confident. Additonally they just found the perfect duet to sing. So they did a warm up for speaking and singing voice on their own.

"Tongue twists..", Arielle said shaking her head, "I don't know why, but her warm ups just don't help me, N. Thanks for leading on our own little warm up. But this time you can't run away from some stretching as well!" Arielle chuckled. She loved spending the time before drama club with Nancy, they built each other up perfectly. The drama club was pretty crowded at this point and that's why their own little warm up was a good and relaxing way to start. Especially because they could continue their gossip from class or lunch. "By the way...", Arielle carefully started her question, "You and Ryan...How is the situ-"
Arielle stopped. With no word to Nancy she looked around the stage and audience and finally saw what was distracting her. Sig. Shaking his... legs to some Nicki Minaj song? Probably one of hers yes. "Oh-my-god-", she started whispering excited, "Nancy Fancy Van Drew Holmes. You don't wanna miss this". Arielle tried hard not to burst into laugh. Not because he was doing it bad, his splits were perfect. It just was a funny picture to see. Back backstage Arielle jumped in her front split and started mimicking Sig. "I just love him", she said laughing.
Then the big distraction followed. A loud bang and the sound of someone and somethings falling on the ground. Arielle quickly stood up and ran on the stage and saw Amanda lying on the floor with some board games. "Oh Amanda...", Arielle said to herself pitying the poor girl. Why would such things always happen to the nice quiet girls? Arielle was about to go down the stage and help her up, but she already had more than enough help. 

At some point Arielle had to say something. Not cool. Not cool."Calm down, Beyonce", Arielle directly adressed Nerissa, then turned to Amanda, "Amanda your idea is amazing ! I will definitely join your new club. Nancy? What about you? And the others here? It will be fun I am sure! We all know Amanda loves paying attention to details, so this club will be great!"

[Peyton Cross]

Peyton was enlightened by Naya and Emery’s excitement over the sleepover. Food, activities, movies. It’s been a while since she’s relaxed and done something…well…fun! She happily listened to Emery ramble on, until a boy named Ryan stumbled over to them. Her spine straightened and she put herself in a self defense position. She knew nothing about Ryan, or even that Emery and him talked to each other. She just sees his face once in a while. In her realization that she appeared tense, she relaxed herself once more.

“So what’s this I hear about a sleepover, hm?” he said, wrapping his arm around Emery. He had a smug look on his face as well.

“You must have crazy good hearing if you could hear out conversation all the way over there,” Naya remarked.

Peyton snorted at the comment. She didn’t know Naya had some sass in her bones. “I just assumed it was a sixth sense in all men,” Peyton teased.

[Administrator]

Still blushing deeply from Arielle's compliment Amanda's eyes wandered around the room. Okay, her acting skills are not THAT good. Her moment of fame has passed and now she started to feel more and more anxious with every single second.

"Can I also join the club?" Polaris has also asked about the future gaming club.
"Sh- Sure thing," she replied with a fake smile. "For now I-eh," she was lost again, not knowing what her next step should be. Oh, no, wait! TEA! "I will get myself something to drink," she looked at Narissa, making the best puppy eyes expression she could. "I'll be right back!"

Then she eyed both of the girls, who stood right by her side. Tara? Esme? She made a head movement towards the door, inviting them to follow her. "Wanna go?"

[Tara Macfly]

"Wanna go?"

Tara jumped slightly. She didn't expected Amanda to adress to her. She blushed slightly, glad to feel included by the really nice red head. Even if she didn't dare to hope, to having new friends, it's still here.

"Well of course, with pleasure Manda. Wherever you want." she smiled gently to Amanda.

She gived to Esme an other shy smile, glad to have the occasion to know more the other girl too. 

Today was definitly an exciting day. 

[Misha Charisse Quinn]

I could be doing so many things right now.

Like not being here.

Misha sighed openly, without a care for what people around her would think. She’d purposefully sit down far away from the rest to sulk and was occasionally glancing around her to see when things would finally start getting started.
I lost a shift at work for this and that bitch ain’t even gonna come on time.
She shifted her position awkwardly, a deep frown still on her face. This club could be fun at times, but most often it was just a huge lost of her time and today seemed to be one of those days where she’d count down every second that separated her from the end. Or, in this case, from the beginning.
And to think Miss Kishi would give anyone hell for missing the first 30 seconds of her drama sessions, and now she was making them wait here for nothing. Even people who actually enjoyed the club were growing restless - restless enough to start their own club, apparently.

A girl had made a fabulous entrance only minutes ago by ruining everyone’s mood even further when they realized she wasn’t who they were expecting, to then run right into Alexander (this at least got a giggle out of her) and dropping every single item she had in her hands, as well as her own clumsy self. Misha had winced in sympathy, but still remained in her place; enough people were helping her as it was, and the girl seemed close to hyperventilating at this point. Having nothing better to do at this point, she absent-mindedly kept an ear on the conversation: it seemed like people were talking about starting a new game club. Honestly, it seemed ten times more interesting than this, but with how much time this club was already stealing from her… she wasn’t sure it was a good idea. And she felt like it was the kind of thing that’d grow boring rather quickly.

“Just another day in drama class!” The sudden voice startled her. Looking up, she realized that Al had made his way to her and was now dramatically waving at her, bringing yet another smile to her lips. You goof.
"I would suggest we go ditch, but I feel like drama is about to unfold and I have the best seat in the audience right now."
 – I would pay you to find us a way out right now. – she deadpanned, giving him her best tortured expression – I’m this close to bailing myself. Honestly. What are we even waiting for right now?
Sighing once again, she glanced at her friend as he sat down next to her, making himself as comfortable as could be. At least he wasn’t placing his feet all over her lap for once.
 – Nice of you to ditch your sis. – she joked, glancing at where a little group of girls was still standing surrounding the game board girl. She had yet to learn the names of all the club members, and she wasn’t really that interested in memorizing them all. – Have you joined that new club of theirs? – she asked, already assuming what his answer would be.

Apparently, Al was as interested in the subject as he was, considering his next words.

“I dare you”  he started, immediately prompting Misha to perk up in interest “to grab that paintbrush and paint Ryan's face with it.”
  – Oh you’re on. – she giggled at him, giving him a small smirk – Is that the hardest you could find?

Without a moment’s hesitation, the girl got on her feet and moved towards the boy. It was funny how quickly Alex could lighten up her mood; without him, this club would be utter torture. At least this way, she could have some harmless fun once in a while without feeling completely outcasted.

By the time Misha had gone to grab the brush and turned around, however, Ryan was no longer close to Tristan at all. Cursing to herself, the redhead gave a few looks around the room to find her victim; just to find him moving straight towards the place she’d just left. Great. Apparently there was an entire crowd there now, as Alex’s younger sister had decided to join her brother, causing the migration of her entire clique: Naya, a girl whose name she couldn’t quite recall, and the blonde man. It was kind of cute how well Emery and Alex seemed to get along despite being siblings, something that for Misha was an absolute deal-breaker, but the girl was pretty nice and could actually take a joke, so she actually didn’t mind having her around. Yet, feeling slightly awkward at suddenly having so many people around her, Misha quietly made her way to the group and started listening in on the conversation. Apparently girls were talking about a sleepover (which made her feel very dreadful for a second, she knew Emery liked her and she wondered if she was going to throw her into this somehow)… and Ryan was interested.
Misha saw her chance.

Misha took it.

 – Oh you wanna go do you? Don’t you think you’ll stand out too much? That just won’t do. – faking to be in deep thought about his troubles, she quickly grinned at him again – Don’t worry, I got just what you need!

Not giving the blond man any time to react, she promptly raised the hand holding the brush and, in one swift movement, painted the boy’s lips a bright crimson red.

- There! Now you’ll look fabulous too. – she took one step away from him with a light, amused smile, observing her victim’s reaction.

[Esmeralda Ortiz]

"Wanna go?"

"Well of course, with pleasure Manda. Wherever you want." she smiled gently to Amanda.

A smile was flashed in Esme's direction. From Tara. Oh, yeah. They had only said two things to each other. Something about her had made Esme feel...well, something was off. Nothing dangerous, but certainly a vibe that didnt sit right. Maybe talking with Tara, with Amanda, would loosen the harder shell she realized she had begun putting around herself.

"Yeah, sure. I'd be up for tea."

[Nancy Holmes]

"Tongue twists..I don't know why, but her warm ups just don't help me, N. Thanks for leading on our own little warm up. But this time you can't run away from some stretching as well!"

Nancy giggled. She and Arielle had come very early to the auditorium - overly punctual as always - with only Nerissa being there before them. "No problem, always happy to help! All the people coming in every five minutes were distracting anyways, so we're good here!" Nancy put a hand on her collarbone to feel her chest vibrating when singing some notes with her eyes closed. When her friend prepared to speak again, she suddenly stopped in the middle of the sentence.

"By the way...You and Ryan...How is the situ-"

She opened her eyes to look at her, a rush of adrenaline going through her veins. It has been months already since they broke up and he still refused to admit that he was interested in guys instead of girls. Why couldn't he just admit it? It would make things easier in her opinion, especially for Ryan himself. He wouldn't have to pretend to be someone he was not all the time. That had to be so terribly exhausting...

Yeah, what was their situation like? It was a little tense, but that was nothing new... Nancy knew that she was annoying him, but she had to keep going for the sake of his peace. He wouldn't find happiness in his life if  he'd continure to act like that. And she really wished for his happiness, he was an amazing person.

"Oh-my-god- Nancy Fancy Van Drew Holmes. You don't wanna miss this"

Blinking, the raven-haired was pulled out of her train of thoughts and followed Arielle's gaze. "Mh? What is it?", she asked and walked closer. There was Sig, dancing like Beyonce herself, with a perfect split and all that. Nancy laughed heartily when the head-cheerleader mimicked him on top. "He's very special, that's for sure!Almost like one of those snake-people. ....Do you think he can suck his own dick when he's this flexible? I should definitely ask him that some time." She lowered her voice at the question, so only Ari could hear her, and tittered with one hand in front of her mouth.

She winced, when someone bumped into Al from behind and dropped...a lot of games? all over the floor. Ohh, Amanda! She and Ari were going to help her, but others were much nearer than them, so Nancy stopped on the stage. That was when she noticed something in front of her. It was Ryan, holding hands with... Tristan?! They hid it behind some props, but... they were holding hands! Nancy took a closer look at their red faces. Could she believe her eyes? The moment was over, before she could really process what she had just seen and Ryan was walking away, leaving Tristan behind. Arielle did also move to the group near the entrance. Nancy didn't hear what they were talking about, so she walked over to Tristan, sitting down next to him on the same sopt where Ryan had been sitting just before. "Hey, Tris, dear. Oh my, look at your face. SO heated up!", she greeted him with a smile and then gave him a wink. "What was that just now?", she asked teasingly.

If she was honest to herself, she felt kind of torn about what had just happened. Of course it was awesome that Ryan started to adhere to his sexuality, and Tristan was the sweetest cinnamon roll on earth. They might be  really well together, like... Ryan needed someone he could open his heart to and Tristan, he was  just so easy to love.

On the other hand, he might be too good for Ryan. Nancy didn't want him to get hurt, because Ryan might decide to keep pretending to be straight and end up hurting her little baby. And honestly, it hurted herself a little to see Ryan with someone else. It still felt like yesterday when he was holding HER hand... She shook her head for a short moment and smiled at Tristan. Stop this thinkng already. This is none of your business, Nancy... Just let them be...

"Nancy? What about you? And the others here? It will be fun I am sure! We all know Amanda loves paying attention to details, so this club will be great!"

When she heard Arielle call her name, she looked over to her. "Huh? What would be fun? What Club?", she  asked confused. Amanda was opening a club? She scanned through the people, but Amanda was just leaving the room again, together with Esme and Tara. When the heck would her auntie come? She was super late...

While she was talking to Tristan, Mischa walked over to Ryan and wiped through his face with a huge brush. Nancy was perplex for a long moment, but then started to laugh.

[Tristan Pendragon]

He turns his head when he catches some movement in his direction. " Hey, no sweat, I signed you up too!" "Wut... WHAT?!" he said louder than he wanted... He blushes after this... This jerk... "w-what did you... " Why did he do that?! And it makes laugh?! ..."You're an idiot Ryan Hepburn!" He shout with sulky face. He needs to make him pay for this trick... Even if he didn't know yet how he could do it... Now he's stuck in another club... At least he knows some of the members... He turns for seeing Nancy sit next to him, he smile to her. Sometimes she's a little too expressive for him... But he like her, she's nice. "Hey, Tris, dear. Oh my, look at your face. SO heated up!", he looses his smile... Did... Did she saw them?! or... He gives a brief look at Ryan before he looks back at Nancy. "It... It's just... super hot... here... you know..." what a stupid excuse... he's such an idiot... "What was that just now?" "... What... What was what?" he said totally freaking out... He tries to seem pretty calm but... he probably failed... "I'm just... painting the... the background... for the piece... you know..." Misha come and took one of the brush "w-what are you..." He didn't have time to ask her... He didn't know anymore what to think, he's totally in panic... And start to have difficulties to breath... By chance Arielle call Nancy who turn her attention to her friend... Tristan sight... Happy this conversation end... He tries to breathe calmly... He didn't tell anybody about his sexuality... He can't risk his parents to learn about it... Even if he thinks Phillip know... He's not sure how... but it seems like his brother know it... He look back trying to know what happen to the other brush, then he saw Ryan with paint on his face... Still worried about his discussion with Nancy and close to a panic attack... he didn't know how to react...

[Alexander Attiyah]

Misha seemed to perk up at Al's appearance, and as he sat down beside her, he started to feel himself become more comfortable as well. She had been forced to join the drama club too, and while Al wasn't thrilled being there, it was obvious that his best friend found it to be an even bigger form of torture than he did. Which of course had been his whole reason for trying to get himself thrown into the club as he didn't like the idea of her having to tough it out alone. Not that he'd ever tell anyone that... especially Misha, who wouldn't let him hear the end of it if she did find out.

"I'm this close to bailing myself," she said with a deadpan expression as he settled in, causing the raven-haired to laugh in response. "Honestly. What are we even waiting for right now?"

"The wicked witch of the hour?" Al replied back with a smile as he leaned back in his chair. "Honestly though, I might take you up on that offer. I can only take so much school and I doubt Miss Kishi is going to show. It's already past 5."

Glancing again at the clock to check the time, he continued chatting with Misha, glad to have her company at least despite how boring things were going so far. Classes always felt more bearable when they could make fun of them together... or decide to wreak havoc in them, which was exactly the kind of temptation the raven-haired thought of next. And as he gave his impromptu dare to her, he watched as her copper eyes lit up, causing him to smile wider in response.

"Oh you're on," she replied back with a small smirk that Al knew all too well. "Is that the hardest you could find?"

"What? Not enough excitement for you already?" he asked her with a teasing grin, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as he surveyed the scene in front of him. It looked like Amanda was pretty confident in her gaming club idea--something the raven-haired never thought he'd see considering how reserved she was--and was now asking for people to sign up for it. But while it was a tempting offer, Al wasn't exactly the type to sit around and play board games when he could be out skateboarding or chilling far, far away from the school.

Shrugging off the idea instead, he simply watched as Misha left her seat to go fulfill her mission and observed the scene happening in front of him with amusement. And soon enough Emery came to sit beside him, along with Naya and a few others. He gave a smile towards them before focusing back on Misha, who was getting closer towards their target as the girls chatted.

At the subject of Emery's schedule, though, Al couldn't help but give her a "damn straight" in between words; his sister was far more diligent than he was when it came to her grades and school in general. And while she was fairly good at multitasking, he'd never ask her to push herself more than she could handle. Because regardless of his own opinions about his education, he cared enough to want Emery to do well. And theater was everything to her. Which was what honestly bothered the raven-haired lately; with all the stress from drama club happening lately due to their instructor, it was no wonder that his sister was also being affected by it. And knowing how much she loved the drama club and how much it meant to her, it wasn't something the older brother was all too thrilled about. And adding on another stress to that didn't seem like it would fare much better.

Soon enough, however, the conversation continued on a new change of pace: this time on a possible music-and-food sleepover. And not being overly intrigued by the topic, Al went back to watching the scene in front of him. Yet his attention was once again grabbed at a knowing glance from Emery.

"Hopefully Al won't try to prank us again!" she said in a raised voice loud enough for her named target to hear. She kicked his leg in an added, teasing gesture and Al playfully rolled his eyes towards her in response. "Really don't want to have to make you fall into the pool again, dear brother."

"You're missing out then," he replied with a knowing grin, giving her a light and playfully nudge to the shoulder as a laugh left his lips. "A cold swim in the middle of the night is very refreshing. Besides, we'll see if you can even catch me this time." He gave her a teasing wink before letting his sister continue chatting away and making plans for later tonight with Peyton and Naya. He couldn't be bothered talking about sleepovers and musicals... Especially not when he was too busy watching Misha's dare go down. But that didn't mean he'd pass up an opportunity to listen either in case opportunity knocked. Particularly when the food was mentioned.

Though most surprising was when Ryan came over and slung his arm around Emery's waist and rested his head on her shoulder, earning himself a somewhat wary look from Al.

"So what's this I hear about a sleepover hm?" the blond asked as Misha returned to take her seat next to Al, drawing the raven-haired's attention back over towards her. He raised his eyebrow expectantly, silently asking if she was able to get their intended weapon and after glancing at her hand, gave her a discreet smirk in response. Meanwhile the conversation between the girls and Ryan continued uninterrupted, until Misha suddenly spoke up. All of which instantly drew the raven-haired's interest.

"Oh you wanna go do you?" she asked in an innocent voice while putting on a thoughtful expression. Al held back a laugh as she continued, nearly dying in his seat from the anticipation. Knowing her, she definitely had a plan up her sleeve, and it was only a matter of time before she executed it...

Which didn't take much longer as she suddenly moved her hand forward, bringing the red-dipped paintbrush up towards the unsuspecting baseball player's lips before painting them a bright color like a fresh new pair of lipstick. "There!" she said with a smile. "Now you’ll look fabulous too."

Al instantly lost it, unable to stifle his laughter anymore as he leaned back in his seat in a fit of hysterics. "Okay, I'm totally buying you lunch for that," he said as he stood up next to her in between laughs, giving her a congratulatory high five while he caught his breath. After a short pause for air, he turned back to face Ryan, giving him a teasing smirk. "You look much better this way, man," he said with a final chuckle as he rested his arm on top of Misha's shoulder. "Really brings out your feminine side."

[Emery Attiyah]

At Naya squeezing her hand, Emery smiled at her, squeezing it back for a moment. "Then we shall get two quarts of chocolate ice cream to eat after dinner," She smiled, giving both of them a wink. "I guess that settles it then, sleep─EEP!" Emery jumped when Ryan had come out of nowhere, wrapping an arm around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. Practically barging in on their conversation asking about their sleepover. Something that received him an raised eyebrow, looking at him in stun before she laughed at both him and her two friends' remarks on his good hearing.

"I don't know, do you want to join?" She asked not taking her eyes off of him as he amused her with himself. "Though I have to agree with my girls, you have a wicked sense of hearing. However did you come across such a power?" She joked, carrying along the teasing a little bit before her attention was snatched by Misha, Al's friend and someone she hoped thought of her as a friend as well. She really liked Misha, and loved that she knew how to joke and take them too. Overall she loved how much her brother and her got along. Hell, she loved everyone that was around them at this moment. Loving that she was close to all of her friends at this very moment. It made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Okay, that's just me being dramatic. She told herself.

Suddenly there seemed to be a gleam in Misha's eyes, something Emery was use to after all of the pranks and dares her and her brother did. It was the same gleam he would get as well before they were about to do something mischevious. This should be good.. She thought to herself as she walked Misha get closer before suddenly raising a brush to paint Ryan's lips red. Immediately making her laugh the moment she saw it and how he reacted.

"You look much better this way, man, really brings out your feminine side."

At her brother's comment she laughed even harder. Tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes before she snorted, making her laugh harder and hold her side. "Oh my god!" She cried out, finding all of this too funny. She stopped for a second to look at Ryan, forcing herself not to laugh for a moment. "With that shade of red, you can always come to the sleepovers," She chimed in before laughing once more. "Oh my god, I can't breathe!" She giggled.

[Peyton Cross]

"Though I have to agree with my girls, you have a wicked sense of hearing. However did you come across such a power?” Emery joked to Ryan.

“Oh well Em, only making a deal with the devil can give you such powers. But, what cost must he pay for it?!” Peyton expressed. She had a lot of sarcastic energy in her today, but she liked to play with people. Nothing made her smile more than teasing the shit out of people.

Peyton’s smile faded as her eyes shifted to another direction. Another student named Misha, who was buddies with Alex, was creeping up behind Ryan with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Peyton knew those two had the habit of pranking people and doing practical jokes. She always found them rather childish and a waste of time. She usually never found them funny anyways. A part of her was curious though, to see where this was heading.

“Oh you wanna go to?” Misha said, holding something behind her back. Suddenly, to Peyton’s astonishment, Misha took out a paintbrush and painted Ryan’s lips a bright red. Her friend and fellow classmates lost it. Peyton herself couldn’t help but laugh a little. It was stupid but so unexpected! And considering Ryan was snooping on their conversation, well deserves.

She nudged Emery in the arm. "And that my friend, is the cost he paid."

[Naya Zafar]

“I just assumed it was a sixth sense in all men,” Naya laughed at that, secretly proud that she made Peyton laugh. She hoped that meant Peyton was willing to give friendship a go.

"I don't know, do you want to join?" Emery asked. Naya silently hoped he'd say no, she was looking forward to girls night and bonding and she wasn't sure that was quite up Ryan's street. Then again, he could be fun. She just didn't know him well, was all, "Though I have to agree with my girls, you have a wicked sense of hearing. However did you come across such a power?"

"Oh well Em, only making a deal with the devil can give you such powers. But, what cost must he pay for it?!" Peyton quipped, and Naya snorted.

"Nah, I think he must've gotten bitten by a radioactive hearing aid, or struck by lightning or something."

It was then that she spotted Misha sneaking up to him, a glint in her eye. Oh no. She knew that look, and she knew it meant trouble for Ryan.

"Oh, you wanna go do you?" Naya almost laughed at her innocent tone. Okay, she had to admit it, she loved a good prank. She just didn't like to be on the giving or receiving end of it, instead preferring to sit on the sidelines, metaphorical popcorn in hand as she watched it unfold. That was a position she'd been in many a time; being friends with Al and Misha definitely brought some excitement into her day, as they were always planning something new.

"Don’t worry, I got just what you need!" With that, Misha smeared red paint over Ryan's lips, "There! Now you’ll look fabulous too."

Almost immediately, Naya burst out laughing. He just looked so ridiculous, what with his brightly painted lips and the shocked expression on his face. It seemed the others found it as funny as she did, as Em and Al's laughter rung in her ears.

"You look much better this way, man. Really brings out your feminine side," Al said through peals of laughter.

"Oh I totally agree," Naya giggled, covering her mouth. It didn't help much to contain her laughter, but at least she tried.

"With that shade of red, you can always come to the sleepovers," Emery chimed in, causing Naya to erupt into even more laughter. Eventually, she managed to calm down a little, and wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes.

"So, Ryan," she said, struggling to keep a straight face, "When's your makeup tutorial getting uploaded?" She burst out laughing again, feeling happier than she had done in a while.

[Ryan Hepburn]

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"You have crazy good hearing if you could hear our conversation all the way over there."

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Ryan let out a fake exaggerated laugh at  Naya's comment as his arms released Emery's shoulders.  Yeah sure, not like he had over heard them as he walked toward the table but sure let's continue poking fun of the guy. He shook his head, knowing that the girl's were just having a good laugh and meant no harm to his intrusion. 

" “I just assumed it was a sixth sense in all men,”

Peyton quickly joined in on the ' bully Ryan exchange.  His arms folding over his chest as he let the girls have at him.

" Yeah yeah you guys are great comedians ha ha ha. "

Ryan's lips curled up into a bit of a smirk, honestly starting to get a bit riled up at the conversation. See, these bits he didn't mind of the club. The general conversation amongst friends . Social situations such as these always put his mind at ease. As long as it continues this smoothly he should have no problems.  His eyes trailed over across the room back towards Tristan. His heart dropping at the sight of him in an almost panicked state- Nancy by his side. What was Nancy doing? What was she saying? A bit of him wanted to completely abandon the kerfuffle between him and the girls...and whatever Al was. But he knew it would draw unwanted suspicions...

"I don't know, do you want to join? Though I have to agree with my girls, you have a wicked sense of hearing. However did you come across such a power? "

Oof- another powerful blow, this time by Emery.  His attention was drawn back to the conversation. A smirk brimming over his face as his previous worries seemed to vanish almost instantly. Alright missy two can play this game. He eyed her up and down, thinking of a decent come back to fire back with.

" Gee I don't know,  must be where I got THIS POWER "

He quickly lunged forward, his arms unfolding as his fingers found their way to Emery's sides. Jittering his digits all over her sides in a tickling motion.  A playful laugh left his lips as his guard was down for the moment . Completely oblivious to the devious deed that Misha was about to unfold.

 " Oh you wanna go do you? Don’t you think you’ll stand out too much? That just won’t do. "

Ryan ceased his tickle torture before turning towards the familiar voice before quickly being blasted with a wet substance .

" There! Now you’ll look fabulous too. "

He froze unsure what had just happened. Ryan held the back of his palm over his mouth before dragging it over his lips, holding back his hand to see whatever the hell had been smacked with.

 " You look much better this way, man, really brings out your feminine side."

Red. All he could see was red. Both with the paint smeared from his lips and through his anger. His stomach heated up , knots forming as his breathing hitched. How fucking dare they. Do they think this is a fucking joke? Making him up like a woman? Is this some kind of jab at his sexuality?! How the hell did they find out?!  His fingers tighten , curling themselves into fists.

"With that shade of red, you can always come to the sleepovers,"

"When's your makeup tutorial getting uploaded?"

His head buzzed with the laughter and pointed fingers, his feared expression quickly turning into a furrowed brow- his teeth clenching as his eyes shot to Al. Without much thought he stepped forward in Al's direction, his right hand grabbing the collar of his shirt. His left arm , his pitching arm that is, raising quickly- his fist colliding with his friend's face. Sending the poor boy dropping to the ground. 

He shook his bruised knuckled hand, glaring down at the boy. Fuck what did he just do-?! He knew he shouldn't have acted so harshly but pure adrenaline enraged his hormones, only causing him to get more and more furious.

" You think this shit is fucking funny? "
He asks, pointing to the red smeared over his mouth.

It's bad enough he gets this shit from his team mates, and now, the people he dared called his friends were getting on the harassment? How dare they. How fucking dare they.

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[Nerissa Clark]

Alejandra spoke to her so Nerissa turned her whole attention to the girl. "She's allowed to see if anyone's interested in joining before going to the school." The girl was rolling her eyes at her which annoyed Nerissa even more. "You need at least four or five people to be an official club and she's gotta show them some way that people would want to actually join."

Now it was Nerissa's turn to roll her eyes. "Last time I checked the bulletin board that the school has worked just fine. She could advertise there instead of using club time to do this. Or just, oh well I don't know, maybe email us if anyone is interested." She didn't bother turning down the sassiness at all in her voice when she said the last part. "I am not objecting to her starting a club. I am objecting to her using this drama club designated time to advertise it, if anyone was confused about that." She said in a loud enough voice for people around her to hear her. "If miss Kishi were here and heard all this talk of a club being formed from her students, do you think she would be as reasonable about this as I am now?" She didn't appreciate people giving her snide remarks and thought she didn't hear them or just straight out telling her to calm down when she wasn't even raising her voice.

She looked at Amanda once again and noticed she had already started to make a list of people joining. Sighing exasperatedly  she ran her hand over her face. "Fine then, if no one is listening to me you guys are on your own if miss Kishi finds out." She said to Amanda and the others who were eagerly joining the club already. She turned and walked away to the spot where she had all the papers she had organized for miss Kishi. Once again straightening them out and then looking at the clock once more. One part of her had started to worry a little bit. Being late wasn't her style, maybe she had an accident or something?

Suddenly she was brought out of her thought by a huge roar of laughter that then got cut short by terrified gasps. She turned to look and saw Ryan and Al at it. At least one punch had been dealt. "Oh for crying out loud...." She muttered under her breath and moved over to see what had happened. Honestly, this is why goofing around was always a bad idea.

When she came closer she noticed red paint around Ryan's mouth and a paint brush in Misha's hand that also had red paint on it. She sighed once more. "Shouldn't you be hitting her and not him? Since she is the one who smeared that paint on you." She asked Ryan in a serious tone, casually nudging her head towards Misha. Of course she hoped that he wouldn't do it, but maybe she was hoping that it would spook the people involved in the fight just a little bit.

After a slight pause she then turned to Ryan. "Can this be solved by talking or do you still want to hit people?" She decided to approach solving this carefully and not upset the boy an further.

[Nancy Holmes]

Poor Tristan instantly lost his smile at Nancy's words. Oh, poor darling. Always so easy to be thrown a curve. His look to Ryan was speaking volumes though. "It... It's just... super hot... here... you know..." , he said nervously. Yeah, sure, hun.... Nancy grinned.

"... What... What was what? I'm just... painting the... the background... for the piece... you know..."

Oh dear, the poor boy was almost having a heartattack it seemed. She put a hand on his shoulder to assure him that everything was okay. "Heeey, calm down, calm down. Nothing to be worried about. I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. Promise!", she said and winked.

"w-what are you..."

When Tristan stopped in the middle of his question, he and Nancy stared over to the group of people around Ryan. She quickly stopped laughing though, when she saw Ryan's angry profile. Uhhh, this was bad. Come on, Ryan, don't take that too personal.., Nancy conjured her ex inwardly.

" You think this shit is fucking funny? "

Nancy let out a loud gasp, when Ryan punched right into Al's face. Oh my god, she knew it had been a very bad idea to make fun of him. At least he hadn't hit Mischa... "Sorry, Tristan!", she said and quickly ran over to Ryan, softly putting a hand on his arm. Others might have been afraid to come near him now, but she wasn't. He wouldn't hurt her. Nerissa was already scolding him and she shook her head a little in her direction as to say she should leave it like that for the moment. She could do that when he had calmed down and under 4 eyes.

"Can this be solved by talking or do you still want to hit people?", Nerissa asked.

"I'll take care of him, Nerissa. You can go and get the first-aid kit and take care of poor Al...", Nancy suggested to Nerissa. "Come on, Ryan, let's go outside for a moment...", she said quietly to not draw more attention to Ryan and pulled him to the entrance of the auditorium, the others of the group trying to comfort Al on the ground.