I'm Mister White Christmas {o}

[Ashton Kay]

Halloween, a time for kids to become their heroes, teens to let their inner freak out, and adults drink to every princess costume that comes to their doors. What a holiday, it was definitely Ash’s kind of day. However, he did like the less popular sister to Halloween, Mischief Night. Sadly, Ash just didn’t get a chance to go out and set up pranks in various sections of the school this year. It wasn’t the same without his partner in crime. Oh well, he wasn’t going to let those type of thoughts enter his mind tonight. Tonight would be a night of fun, even if it killed him.

And it started off with throwing together a last minute costume. Going as a pretty fantastic pun and completely undermining the ‘formal wear’ announcement would be just fine. He threw on a pair of sleek gray slacks, not forgetting a blue belt,of course. Paired with a simple long sleeve, dark blue sweater to, chopping up the edges of the cuffs a bit. Add a pair of dark blue shoes and he nearly had the look. Slicking his red and silver hair he placed  a cream colored fedora with a blue and white stripped scarf completed it. He pulled off the Snow Miser pretty well if he said so himself, which he did. Lastly, the black mask that was required, it through off the look a bit but oh well.

With his outfit put together and a bottle of southern comfort hidden nicely under his sweater he made his way down the gym. The loud music, dim lights and mass of dancing teens look pretty inviting to the red head as he slid in the door. Casually as he could he made his way over to the punch table. Ash easily slipped into his old habits of flirting which was rather helpful in convincing the girl who was minding the punch to go talk to the DJ about a change in music. While he was gone he checked to make sure the coast was clear before spiking the punch with a bit of alcohol, of course not too much so that it was that noticeable.

Walking away from the table he slipped the bottle between the bleachers to be retrieved later, after all you can’t let good booze go to waste. As he did so he heard the shift from annoying pop junk to a rocking alternative song, a smile popped onto his face. A few feet away he took up a spot against the wall, easing against it as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. He watched the expecting teens take drinks from the punch, a snicker leaving his lips nearly every time a couple went up. “Ah a little harmless chaos is exactly what this dance needed,” he said to himself.


Outfit
Mask

[Felicia Blackwood]

“You have got to be f****** kidding me” were the first words out of her mouth when the dance had initially been announced. What was even worse was the fact that prefects were supposed to patrol the dance while going along with the little gimmick. It was not the dressing up she minded; no, as a matter of fact, she liked wearing all kinds of outfits. It was the fact that she was expected to go along with the little ruse and pretend that nothing was going to go wrong. She had heard about events in previous years, when two students had gotten the rest completely smashed by adding alcohol to the punch. That statement alone had been enough to make her eye twitch for the rest of the day. She wondered what it was with teenagers and not being able to follow the rules; sometimes, she really did feel like a different species from the people who surrounded her. They seemed to get so excited about dresses, costumes, and having fun, while she was wondering how she could worm her way out of the situation and instead go outside on rounds so that she did not have to deal with loud music and possibly drunk teenagers. She was already surrounded by idiots on a daily basis; she did not need it to get any worse.

The silver-haired young woman’s misfortune seemed to be her luck, though, because she was assigned to patrol the dance. She had rolled her eyes and suppressed a groan; why was she of all people having the worst luck? Of course, she did not protest her orders and, instead, went to search through her closet for an outfit that she deemed ‘suitable’ to wear. She opted for a knee-length skirt, since she did not want to give a false impression of herself. Oddly enough, the skirt was the only thing she wore that was not black. Everything else, including the mask, was. She looked at herself in the mirror, raising a light eyebrow at her appearance. Some parts of the outfit were very much like her, such as the black color of mostly everything, the boots she wore on her feet, and the choker she wore around her neck. She felt like she was putting on a metaphorical mask as well as a literal one; she was hiding herself from everyone around her. To be fair, though, she had always done that. She never let people see her in weak moments, mainly because she was supposed to be the strong one. She was supposed to enforce rules and be strong so that she could protect the weak at Ashford.

Once the young woman actually arrived at the dance, she decided to position herself right near the punch bowl. If she could prevent a disaster from happening, then she would. As fate would have it, the scowling young woman had to leave her post to break up a fight between two young men who were rolling up their sleeves. She hardly noticed the other prefect walking away toward the DJ’s stand and the young man who happened to get close to the punch after that. She was too busy trying to push herself between the arguing young men. She never quite understood fighting over people; things, sure, ideas, maybe. Fighting over someone’s affections just did not make sense to her, but maybe it was not supposed to. After several minutes of struggling, she managed to calm them both down and help the poor girl away from the young men. She the returned to area where the punch was and grabbed a cup, taking a swig to help her refresh. She was not expecting the taste of whiskey to ram into her like a train. She cursed her sensitivity as she sputtered, spitting the drink back into the cup as her eyebrow twitched. The first part of her statement was rather loud, but her voice seemed to trail off toward the end, as if she was muttering to herself.

“God, that’s dreadful! *cough cough* I turn my back for a few minutes and someone spikes the punch… Damn you all.”

Outfit

[Chandler Fernandez]

A dance?! Oh yeah, that was exactly the kinda place Chandler wanted to be! A golden opportunity to show off his awesomeness? Don't even bother about telling him to read the fine print! The only thing the brunette cared about was.. Where does he sign!? 

Throwing on his outfit to the beat of Bitches by Hollywood Undead, the Alpha bad boy supreme slide in front of his full body mirror. Checking himself out as he made small adjustments to his appearance; a few tugs on the sleeves, loosening the tie so it hung loosely over his snow white dress shirt (Untucked off course). "One last touch." He muttered to himself. Flicking his fingers through his hair to give it the always stylish semi-messy look. The only thing that was left was a quick run through his mental checklist before he made his way to the dance. 

Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. Keys? Check. Condoms? Check. Alpha Perfect badge? Check.

Alrighty, awesome, he was ready to roll out like Autobots. Giving his reflection one last look down, he blew himself a kiss, and quickly hurried to the Gym. It was time for the Playboy of Ashford to make his grand appearance! 

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"Hmm... How should I make my appearance?" Chandler mused, rubbing his chin as he neared the doors. He probably should have taught of this before hand, buuuuuuuuuuut he was to busy checking himself out to care. It a took moment, and he almost ran out of time, but finally an idea hit him. With a snap of his fingers, he silently snuck through the steel doors, and used his gift to force his own reality on the world around him. Allowing him to walk up the side of the walls, and out of everyone's sight via crawling on the ceiling. 

A couple of seconds later, Chandler was directly above the DJ table. Smirking as he taught over what he had planned, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small device. Chandler had found it in the box of stuff the School had given him when he arrived. It allowed the brunette to hack into all computers, and plays songs from his own Ipod with them. The song? Bitches by Hollywood Undead!

The moment the song started to play, Chandler dropped from the ceiling, and landed directly on the table. As soon as his vans touched sparks of electricity flew a cross the Gym. Illuminating his body in a brilliant electric blue light as he stood tall on the table. His arms spread out with a smug smirk on his face. "Let's get this party started!" Chandler shouted which was responded with a loud cheer. He relished in it before he jumped off of the table, and walked over the punch bowl. Where he spotted a familiar face. 

"Oh wow, you actually came, Felicia" 

[Felicia Blackwood]

If she was not a prefect, the silver-haired young lady would not have been caught dead in that damn gymnasium. The clumps of people standing around and just talking irritated her. The music was much too loud, volume-wise for her tastes. She did not mind the songs themselves, though she wished the DJ would play more of the rock-type songs she was fond of. She leaned against the wall near the punch bowl, crossing her arms across her chest while scowling a little. She hoped that the sour look on her face would discourage anyone from doing something stupid with the punch. That was, until someone decided to start a fight and she had to go break it up. She did not want to step away, but she would rather not have to fill out another damn incidence report, so she left her post for a few minutes and returned to a spiked punch.

The commander sighed; there was nothing she could really do. She once again leaned against the wall, scowling. She did feel a little light-headed, but she supposed it was just the fact that her body was lacking sugar. She did not trust the snacks at the end of the table; someone might have put something in them, too. She huffed at the thought and looked around the room to occupy herself. It was at that moment that she noticed a familiar-looking young man on the ceiling. Her eye twitched a little and she slapped her forehead with her palm when he hacked the DJ'S system and jumped on the table, scaring the hell out of the poor kid. She shook her head; that damn Fernandez kid always had to make some kind of grand entrance, didn't he?

In all honesty, Felicia had only known Chandler for a few weeks. Their meeting had been chance, really. Being assigned on rounds with him was much preferable to rounds with Ivy, but she would be lying if she said his presence was not grating at times. He seemed to have some kind of boundless energy and desire for excitement that made the quiet young woman roll her eyes. They could not have been any different, and yet, they seemed to have some sort of mutual respect for each other, in an odd way. She was not entirely sure why the Alpha prefect enjoyed to get on her nerves, but she had given up resisting at that point. She simply let him prattle on and just nodded, hoping he would see she was not interested and would go away.

She had to admit, the beat of the song was catchy. She was barely able to stomach the lyrics, though, much like the liquid she had tried to drink earlier. She sighed, walking over to the trash can nearby and chucked the plastic cup she had tried to use earlier inside. As she was walking back, she bumped into the young man who had been farther away a few minutes ago. She quirked a fair eyebrow; how had the brown-haired young man recognized her behind the mask? Ah, my eyes, she thought to herself. Red eyes were quite rare, after all. She managed to force a grimace on on her face in greeting before saying. The last thing she wanted to do was entertain him, but she figured talking to him would prevent him from doing anything else to stir up trouble at this event. Even as a prefect, he likes to cause a stir… she thought, shaking her head a little.

"Hello, Mister Fernandez. Trust me, I'm not here of my own volition. I was assigned to be here... And of course, someone decided to be a prick and spike the punch while I was breaking up a fight. I'm sure you can tell I'm not amused."

[Ashton Kay]

Leaning against the wall Ashton was perfectly fine observing the dance. He wasn’t quite in the mood to go socialize again. But who needed to socialize when he had his handy dandy bottle of booze with him? Taking a swig of the bottle his eyes caught the sight over a more than lovely white haired girl taking a cup. While his eyes were mainly paying closer attention to other, lower areas of her body instead of her face he did manage to catch the motion of her spitting the drink back out. He couldn’t help nearly spitting out his own swig as he started laughing. That definitely wasn’t the reaction that he had expected but definitely way better.

Only a moment later his attention was grabbed by none other than Chandler Fernandez. Ashton’s ex-roommate, ex-best friend, and current enemy. What a lovely combination to kick off the evening with. Never the less, Ashton’s green eyes followed Chandler’s every move as he pulled a similar stunt to Ashford’s first big dance, jumping on the table and all. Shaking his head he began to wander closer to the crowd. Now that the music was something that Ash actually knew and could dance to he might just join in the activities. Sadly, that thought only lasted a minute or two until he overhead the conversation with the white haired girl and Chandler.

Trying to contain his laughter once more he made his way over to the duo, popping an eyebrow at the girl. “You know, I’ve been called a lot of things in my time. I mean a lot,” He let out his chuckle a bit, shaking his head lightly, “But never before have I been called a prick. So kudos to you for being the first.” His signature smirk found its way onto his lips as he proceeded to give a mock bow, flip of the hat and all. He straightened up, slipping both hands in his pockets as his gaze bounced back and forth between the two. It probably wasn’t the best thing to admit he spiked the punch to prefects but what would be the fun if he didn’t?

His green gaze turned to Chandler and every emotion and thought came to mind that he wanted to say to the kid. Everything since the fight, every past memory, and on the forefront… how the hell did he become a prefect? Honestly, which prefect was stupid enough to let him join after his open past with the battle front? Tugging his smirk up a bit more he expertly held back everything he wanted to say and instead settled for something much more time appropriate, “I’d hope you’d at least have a sense of humor and understand my reasoning for wanting to loosen up the place.” ’Hopefully you didn’t lose your prankster side, Chan-man.’ Ash tacked on mentally.

[Felicia Blackwood]

Felicia had the feeling that someone was watching her, but she did not bother to think into the idea more. Paranoia was a monster that was not worth feeding, especially not at Ashford. She did notice a red-haired young man at the edge of the crowd that seemed to be following her obnoxious co-workers antics, which made her a little suspicious. She rolled her eyes a little; it was probably just a coincidence and she was just thinking too much. A constant affliction of mine, apparently, she mused, trying to look as bored and unamused as possible. She had a tendency to keep that kind of look on her face to drive others away, or at least, get them to stay as short as possible. Of course, there was no such inbetween for Chandler, but she supposed that her typical tactics would work. Nod, pretend you’re interested, and he’ll go away, she thought, trying not to grit her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the young man she had noticed earlier stepping away from the crowd and toward them. She looked at the red-head suspiciously, slowly shifting into a defensive stance.

The silver-haired young woman looked mildly amused when the new person spoke. A small smirk danced across her lips as she quirked a fair eyebrow. Looks like we’ve got a snoop, she thought, glancing at Chandler and projecting the thought in his direction. There was no way that she would be able to speak over the music without being rather loud. Her ruby eyes shifted back to the young man as she crossed her arms over her chest. She leaned back on her heels, letting out a soft snort. Her tone was very sarcastic, though she tried to keep her facial expression neutral, though she could not help sneering at the end.

“Well, congratulations to me then. I’m sorry, did I hurt your feelings? Excuse me while I go find a reason to care.”

Felicia figured that the cocky young man before them was the one who spiked the punch. What he said to Chandler after he addressed her only confirmed her suspicions. She sighed to herself; why was she not surprised that the kid that looked like a punk was the one to pull a prank like that. She shook her head a little bit. It was not worth getting extremely angry over. She decided to observe how the words landed on her fellow prefect. If there seemed to be a kind of concern, she would ready herself to attack or defend. She felt the mask across her face slip a little and pulled it up, making sure it rested on her nose and was tied tightly enough. The last thing she wanted to do was reveal her identity to people that she was not familiar with and did not trust. She was no fool; there were Battle Front members around, she just did not know who they were. The last thing she wanted to be was a target for some kind of elaborate scheme. She yawned a little, lifting a pale hand to cover her mouth as she did so. She figured the other prefect would have something to say, so she simply stood, watching the scene on alert.

[Chandler Fernandez]

Thanks to a certain incredibly devilishly handsome Alpha Prefect. The speakers were a-shaking-and-a-blasting with top notch music about bitches, and hitting hoes. Not exactly a great message you want to give teenage boys, and girls but hey, It was still better than that pussy boy Justin Bieber they were playing before. After all, it sure as hell had a catchy beat! It seemed the crowd seemed to agree as well as Chandler relished in their dull roar. The left corner of his lip tightened and raised as their admiration washed over him. 

Once the brunette had his fill of his standing ovation. He hopped down from the table, flashed the DJ the peace sign, and went on his merry way toward the punch bowl. His hands outstretched for a cup of punch until he spotted the quirked eyebrow, and uniquely red eyes of Felicia Blackwood. Someone who was near the top of Chandler's "Top Ten Chicks I Want to Bang". It was really quite the honor really. "Uh huh. Oh that sucks." Absentmindedly, Chandler responded to the first half of what Felicia had said. His mind preoccupied with other things. Things that were large, round and attached to the silver haired girl's chest.

Only when the words "Spiked the punch" flowed into his ears did he really pay attention. Instantly his eyes looked up from Felicia's bountiful bosom, and directly into her eyes. Making a quick mental note to stay clear of the party drink, and to secretly get his teammate shit face wasted.... somehow. "Whaaat? No way?! I would have never known!" Chandler's tone was so heavy with sarcasm that it could have broken a camel's back. "By the way. That's called sarcasm encase you didn't know." He said with a smirk. 

He opened his mouth for some more playful banter when a glorious beautiful ginger of a man walked up toward them. Seriously, at first the man's words didn't register because Chandler was trying to fight off his bisexual boner. However, once the man's beauty filter kinda wore off, he could focus enough to get a good look at his face. Once again, Chandler felt a familiar ringing in the back of his head like the time he first laid eyes on Meredith, the time in the cave, or even the time he fought the girl with the shadows. For moment, he could only stare at the other male in confusion before regaining his senses. 

Looking down as he mauled over Mister Highlight's words before his thoughts were rudely intruded by Felicia's voice. Which was somehow echoing inside of his head instead of going into his eyes. Closing his eyes, Chandler let out a sigh before replying. "Really? You don't say?!" Projecting his own thoughts back into her head. Playful yet sarcastic as always before he chuckles softly at the exchange between the two. "Ah look, you do know what sarcasm is." He telepathically said to her after her last line.

"Well, I don't see any harm done." The green eyed young man said with a shrug of his shoulders. "No reason to get all bent out of shape, or to start throwing punches." 

"Also, I'm not the best shape for a fight right now. Still recovering from the poison that bitch put in me." He mentally sent to Felicia. 

[Felicia Blackwood]

The uninterested tone Chandler spoke in gave Felicia the impression that he really was not listening to her. Of course, how could she expect him to? He was always distracted by something. This time around, she noticed his gaze lingering a little lower than eye level. She rolled her eyes a little. She had to admit, she was slightly flattered that someone found her attractive, but would have appreciated him being a little more subtle about it. Then again, it was Chandler she had in mind, so who the hell was she kidding? He probably did not even grasp the concept. She knew he was not stupid, but he was drawn to attention, so the thought of “toning things down” probably never crossed his mind.

“You know, it would be nice to a- What are you looking at me like that for?”

Mid-sentence, Felicia had noticed Chandler’s eyes meet her own. She quirked a fair eyebrow, trying to remember what she had said. She had only been telling him the situation, so what was with the sudden change in attitude? She shrugged it off; it was probably just the Alpha prefect being himself again. She could have easily just barged into his thoughts, but there was so much noise around her that was already giving her a headache that she decided against it. She was not interested in feeling like someone pounded nails into her skull by the end of the night. His response to her complaint earned him a glower and two arms folded across her chest. Felicia was not an idiot. She knew what sarcasm was and used it quite frequently. She snorted and rolled her eyes. This was one of the many reasons she preferred to be left alone.

“Cute. I happen to employ sarcasm when I feel it’s necessary, so I do happen to know what it is. Thank you so much for the enlightenment, though.”

The last sentence of her statement was also laced with a tone of sarcasm, but probably a little less obvious. The silence coming from her teammate made her look between both young men, a crease of confusion forming in the middle of her forehead. It was not very often the brunette was stunned into silence, but she was grateful for any kind of break, even if it was for a few minutes. Granted, it was her own damn fault for engaging Chandler in conversation; she could have easily ignored him, but she had not. She shook her head a little, noticing the confusion on the brunette’s face, which made her quirk an eyebrow. She wondered if he was okay, but it was quite clear he was, since he seemed to rebound quickly from the confusion. She snorted, thinking back to him with a small smirk playing on her lips. Heh, how observant of you. Though, I still think you have the attention span of a two year old…

Felicia was hardly in the mood for starting an argument with anyone. The throbbing in her head was starting to get worse and she merely shrugged as well, opting not to say anything. Of course, her views were a little different than Chandler’s. She was not going to get extremely bent out of shape because there was a “consume at your own risk” policy at the school. There was always a chance of something being poisoned or spiked, so it was really not her problem if people were stupid enough to trust a neon-green punch. She wondered whose idea that was anyway; it did not look fun in any way. It looked more like an alien decided to grace the school with its presence and leave some kind of snot behind as a present. The very thought made her shake her head in disgust as she tried to distract herself from the mental image she had just conjured up. Chandler’s voice echoing in her head again caught her attention and she nodded a little. She remembered that he had come into the lounge the other day, limping a little. She could hardly blame him if he was not in any shape to fight. Understandable. And don’t worry about me. I’m not really in the mood for picking a fight right now. I just want to leave, if you want the truth, but I have to do what I have to do.