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The Prologue
It was May, 1988. The number one song on the Billboard Charts was "Anything For You" by Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine. The Senior class of Gotham City High School was partaking in their prom night, next week they would all be graduating and going on to whatever was next in their fresh lives. A room full of tuxedos and dresses of all cuts and colors accompanied with magenta and cyan lights would be remebered forever by each individual in the room with astounding clarity, and perhaps embarrassment as fashion only evolved.
In one darker corner stood a tall, lanky young man. He wore a black tuxedo with a black bow tie. His two best friends each stood beside him. A girl walked up to them and snapped a polaroid, barely giving them a moment to take on a pose, and handed them the picture. Harvey ended up with it, slipping it into his coat pocket without any thought. He looked to his friends, first to Gene on his left and then Pete on his right. He turned his attention to three girls across the room sitting down near the dance floor and having a conversation apparently so interesting that it was necessary for them to hold hands and squeal together every two minutes.
"So, what about them?"
"Eh, they're a little ditzy."
"So? They seem like nice girls."
"C'mon, everyone knows Laney Carmichael is the biggest flirt at Gotham High."
"Oh! That's just gossip, Petey."
"Look, if we each don't dance with at least one girl at this stupid thing then we'll have accomplished nothing. Public Education is a sham as it is."
"You call everything a sham, Harvey."
Harvey shook his head at Pete's comment and looked over to the girls again. One of them wore a blue sequined prom gown. Her name was Raquel Foreman, she had been on the swim team, and Harvey adored her. He looked back to his bickering companions and turned to face them.
"We have a mission. If you guys want to be in the Lonely Hearts Club Band, by all means, have at it. I'm asking Raquel to dance with me."
The other two looked at each other and nodded back to Harvey.
"I'm down, I call Laney."
"Fine, I guess Jenny O'Donnel will do."
"Alright, let's roll."
And roll they did. They strode across to the table, Harvey taking point, running a comb through his hair on his way over. He caught Raquel's eyes again. Her warm eyes twinkled and smiled as she watched him approach, while her lips only had a subtle smirk across them. Laney and Jenny were going on about George Michael. They quieted down at the sight of the three boys that were now standing at the edge of the table they sat at.
"Hey Foreman, wanna dance?"
"With you Bullock?"
"What? You scared?"
"What's there to be scared of?"
"Nothin' at all."
"Sure, but I should tell you."
The young woman stood, placing her hand in Bullock's as he offered it.
"I know you're terrified of me."
A surprised and, indeed terrified look came across Harvey's face as he was yanked onto the dance floor. He looked back at this friends with a fear in his eyes they had never seen the likes of. Meanwhile Gene looked at Laney and gave her a ladykiller smile as he eased into the seat beside her. Petey did the same, but with far less charm and skill than Gene.
Harvey stood with Raquel who looked him over before easing into a slow-dancing pose with him. He managed to gain some of his confidence back, but was still a bit terrified.
"Took you long enough."
"What?"
"Don't play dumb, Bullock. You don't think I knew you liked me since freshman year?"
"No I didn-"
"Really?....... Really?"
"Alright, Alright! Yeesh. Sorry. Geez. Yeah, I liked you for a long time, okay."
"And you waited until the last week of school to ask me to dance?"
"So?"
"Why did it take you this long."
"I don't know. You're just in different circles I guess."
"That shouldn't matter. You see me every day. We were lab partners for two years, not to mention all the other classes we had together."
"Yeah... Well, it ain't that easy."
"Look, Bullock. Let me give you a piece of advice: when you like something don't wait until the last minute to do something about it."
Before Harvey had a chance to say something back Raquel's lips were pressed into his. he was muffled and confused. He looked down at her, but her eyes were closed. Stop thinking, idiot. Harvey pressed back into the kiss. His arms wrapped at her waist. Just as he got cozy he felt a hand at his shoulder and a hard tug. He released Raquel as he spun around. A fist made contact with his jaw and that was that.
The Prologue
Prompt:
Each player in this plot may post once in this thread describing a particular night from their youth, specifically when they were still seventeen. Participation in this thread is not required, but encouraged.
Each player in this plot may post once in this thread describing a particular night from their youth, specifically when they were still seventeen. Participation in this thread is not required, but encouraged.
It was May, 1988. The number one song on the Billboard Charts was "Anything For You" by Gloria Estefan and the Miami Sound Machine. The Senior class of Gotham City High School was partaking in their prom night, next week they would all be graduating and going on to whatever was next in their fresh lives. A room full of tuxedos and dresses of all cuts and colors accompanied with magenta and cyan lights would be remebered forever by each individual in the room with astounding clarity, and perhaps embarrassment as fashion only evolved.
In one darker corner stood a tall, lanky young man. He wore a black tuxedo with a black bow tie. His two best friends each stood beside him. A girl walked up to them and snapped a polaroid, barely giving them a moment to take on a pose, and handed them the picture. Harvey ended up with it, slipping it into his coat pocket without any thought. He looked to his friends, first to Gene on his left and then Pete on his right. He turned his attention to three girls across the room sitting down near the dance floor and having a conversation apparently so interesting that it was necessary for them to hold hands and squeal together every two minutes.
"So, what about them?"
"Eh, they're a little ditzy."
"So? They seem like nice girls."
"C'mon, everyone knows Laney Carmichael is the biggest flirt at Gotham High."
"Oh! That's just gossip, Petey."
"Look, if we each don't dance with at least one girl at this stupid thing then we'll have accomplished nothing. Public Education is a sham as it is."
"You call everything a sham, Harvey."
Harvey shook his head at Pete's comment and looked over to the girls again. One of them wore a blue sequined prom gown. Her name was Raquel Foreman, she had been on the swim team, and Harvey adored her. He looked back to his bickering companions and turned to face them.
"We have a mission. If you guys want to be in the Lonely Hearts Club Band, by all means, have at it. I'm asking Raquel to dance with me."
The other two looked at each other and nodded back to Harvey.
"I'm down, I call Laney."
"Fine, I guess Jenny O'Donnel will do."
"Alright, let's roll."
And roll they did. They strode across to the table, Harvey taking point, running a comb through his hair on his way over. He caught Raquel's eyes again. Her warm eyes twinkled and smiled as she watched him approach, while her lips only had a subtle smirk across them. Laney and Jenny were going on about George Michael. They quieted down at the sight of the three boys that were now standing at the edge of the table they sat at.
"Hey Foreman, wanna dance?"
"With you Bullock?"
"What? You scared?"
"What's there to be scared of?"
"Nothin' at all."
"Sure, but I should tell you."
The young woman stood, placing her hand in Bullock's as he offered it.
"I know you're terrified of me."
A surprised and, indeed terrified look came across Harvey's face as he was yanked onto the dance floor. He looked back at this friends with a fear in his eyes they had never seen the likes of. Meanwhile Gene looked at Laney and gave her a ladykiller smile as he eased into the seat beside her. Petey did the same, but with far less charm and skill than Gene.
Harvey stood with Raquel who looked him over before easing into a slow-dancing pose with him. He managed to gain some of his confidence back, but was still a bit terrified.
"Took you long enough."
"What?"
"Don't play dumb, Bullock. You don't think I knew you liked me since freshman year?"
"No I didn-"
"Really?....... Really?"
"Alright, Alright! Yeesh. Sorry. Geez. Yeah, I liked you for a long time, okay."
"And you waited until the last week of school to ask me to dance?"
"So?"
"Why did it take you this long."
"I don't know. You're just in different circles I guess."
"That shouldn't matter. You see me every day. We were lab partners for two years, not to mention all the other classes we had together."
"Yeah... Well, it ain't that easy."
"Look, Bullock. Let me give you a piece of advice: when you like something don't wait until the last minute to do something about it."
Before Harvey had a chance to say something back Raquel's lips were pressed into his. he was muffled and confused. He looked down at her, but her eyes were closed. Stop thinking, idiot. Harvey pressed back into the kiss. His arms wrapped at her waist. Just as he got cozy he felt a hand at his shoulder and a hard tug. He released Raquel as he spun around. A fist made contact with his jaw and that was that.