New Years Festivities(TAG: Dean)

wrong account..damn flabbit

"Of course it was spiked, why else would people drink it," Dean was hardly a fan of fruity drinks and punch was not an exception. And besides, he wasn't all that worried about students drinking, better in the school and in their dormitories than somewhere they could be hurt.

"There were a bunch of people eating the cookies, too. Can't be suspicious of every sugary snack," Waycca mused. "You're probably just miffed they didn't have a coffee maker sitting out there with all the goodies."

"Of course thats why I'm miffed, what's a party without coffee?" he joked. He stifled a yawn, "On the topic of parties, you should probably get back to your dormitory before your friends start missing your lovely presence."

Waycca sat up, smirking down at him. "And what about your teacher friends? Won't they be longing for a dose of Dean in this fine new year?" she asked as she studied his features with tired eyes. She knew she'd have to head back soon; they might get suspicious or, even worse, finish off the alcohol without her.

"I won't be missed, I'm sure if you head back now there will still be plenty of people partying." He said lightly kissing her forehead.

"Fine," she sighed, leaning toward him for a peck on the cheek. "I'll go back up to the boring party where there's no one to make out with." She stood, attempting to smooth the wrinkles out of her dress. When she was satisfied with that, she flashed him a grin. "Sleep well, Bikeman!"

Waycca blew him one last kiss and exited before he could say anything about her 'code name'.