[[ :Caught in a bad romance: ]]

A hand caught her wrist as she seemed to fall from tripping over her own boots. Her form dragged back up until she was standing, the hand still firmly gripping her.
"Wouldnt look too good if the butterfly lost it's wings." he gave a warm smirk, slowly letting his grip loosen until he finally let go of her wrist.
"You seemed pretty into the song, before. Maybeyou should give it a try?" he cocked a brow slowly, turning so he could gesture to the now empty mixing desk up on the makeshift stage.
Without waiting for her answer, he retook her wrist and pulled her along slowly before up to the desk. He stood her directly behind it, coming up behind her to help her along. He let his arms wrap around her form slightly, hands cupping over the tops of her's.
"See that headset there? Put it on." he gestured to the headphones that lay against the side of the desk.
When she did so, he pushed the microphone so it sat beneath her lips.
"Hope you're all having fun, but it's time to get serious." he whispered into her ear, as if telling her to repeat what he said.
He flipped a nearby switch to turn on the table, the music fading in again.
"Think of a name." he whispered as the tune started. His body was almost pressed entirely against her's, a light bounce in his stance as he bobbed to the beat.

"The hell does that asshole think he's doing...? Thats it. I'm gonna' kill him." Jason had been watching the scene this entire time. Eyes travelling up the pair's forms as they ground together with the beat. He found his teeth grinding too, a sudden anger coming over him. He was going to beat the crap out of this guy.

[No problem, been busy myself. Song is here, think of a name <3 Supriiise~]

[[ :Caught in a bad romance: ]]

"I may not know much about dancing..." a sly smirk rolled across the corner of his lips yet again. He had taken a step back now, slipping past a few people and slowly faded into the flashing lights that drowned the room in what could be called a rave.
"...But I do know how to make people dance."
With that, he was gone. Lost in the sea of people that seemed to block out one's perception of the room's size.

"I'm ready Brit. Where should I set up?" he had infact wandered off to find Brittany, as he wasnt here for no reason. Of course, he was part of the party.
"Oh! Over by those speakers. Just plug in or whatever." she waved her hand to him dismissively, as she was obviously too busy being the host of the party and the center of attention.

Around five minutes had passed, the song that had been playing started to fade and the lights dimmed until the room was almost entirely dark.
He adjusted the headphones on his head and pulled the microphone across until it sat beneath his lips.
"Dont stop now... We're only starting up. Get rid of those exhausting thoughts. Now is not the time to take a break." his voice had been changed by the microphone, adding somewhat of an echo and child's voice behind his own.
He pushed the fader up and soon a light tune began to play. Then another fader went up slowly, the beat synchronising before finally, he snapped the rest up and the lights went wild. So much time on his hands, he could become anything he wanted. A DJ was one of the many things he could be.
"Cold as Ice..." the title of the song he began with. He always began with this song.

Many congradulations and questions filled with awe and wonder were now being constantly directly to Brittany, who seemed to have sway with a DJ. Many were amazed, some were jealous. It didnt matter to her. She was the star for the night. Nor did it matter to Hector. She was paying him.

He was the party girl's very own DJ for a good hour before he was finally out of material. He let off with one last song, which finished off with a sudden flash of lasers before slowly sliding the headset from his head and sighing gently. The lights returned to normal, flashing every once in awile and Brittany went off to start her own music player again.
Stepping down from his mix table, he let his hands slide into his pockets before shrugging his shoulders a little.
"Who the hell are you anyway?" the angry drunk from before growled from behind. He was going to get his way, whether Hector liked it or not. Though, it didnt help that he had simply walked off without paying a single second of attention to the question.

[The title is a link to the song if you wanted to hear it <3]

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"You could say that." He glanced away for a moment to take in the scene before him. The various teens dancing away at the hard beats that jolted the ground itself every second. The heat radiating from the dancers was almost overwhelming. It was stuffy in here.
The song changed. Lady Gaga began her rant of manipulative lines. What a nice person she seemed to be.
He felt fingers intertwine with his own, causing him to quickly look down to his hand, inspecting it slowly. Someone was holding it? Now pulling it. He looked up again. The same girl? Why was she even still here? Did she seriously want to talk to him? Where was she taking him anyway? What did she say earlier? Something about not dancing much.
"Well, I dont tend to make a habit of dancing to Lady Gaga, as much as she does woo me." he chuckled lightly, simply following her form through the crowd of students.

"The fuck is that?" A rather hoarse voice grumbled, a pair of bloodshot hues stared down the pair as they waded through the dancers.
"Who's that cunt with Angel?" he boomed.
"Err... No idea dude." sighed the second guy sitting right beside him. The two were obviously drunk. One was an angry drunk and one seemed to be a depressed, tired type.
"That shithead's gonna die... Let's fuck him up. Go get Ardie. We'll get him when he leaves."

"Hey, you know by the looks from other people I seem to be getting... They want to dance with you. Why dont you go with them? They probably know how to dance anyway, Butterfly." He smirk continued to roll over the corner of his lips.

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"Yo! Whats up my man?"
"Leave me alone."
"Whats with the attitude bro? Come on, lets go drinking."
"I have plans."
"Plans!? You? Where?"
"Brittany's."
A hand came down to grip his shoulders firmly, a desperately serious pair of eyes besetting his own two.
"Are you fucking with me? I wasnt even invited to that shit!" his voice was loud.
His own hand lifted and smacked the other male's own off his shoulders.
"It's no big deal. She and I have been friends since pre-school. It'll be a bust anyway."

That was what had been going through his mind up until the party itself. This entire thing was more like a waste of time than anything. He would be better off studying.
"Ah-! Hector-baby~! You made it!" Brittany's voice called over the pumping beats she had blaring from her surround sound system. A name he didnt actually have, but was made up on the spot. Why did she call him by it? No'one knew.
His attention sparked and a brilliant smile spread over his features, followed by a gentle nod hello. But of course, she wouldnt take that as a hello. She would come over here and shout some more.
She wove her way through the crowd and jabbed a few people in the sides to get them to shove across.
"I knew you'd come." she grinned. "What's with you anyway? You came late. That isnt like you at all." she shook her head gently before smiling once again, brilliantly as always.
"Change of pace." he replied simply, chuckling somewhat softly to himself right after.
"Alright well, get comfortable. It isnt a party till' the guest of honor arrives eh?" she giggled. A simple roll of his eyes was what he responded with. However blocked from her vision behind his expensive pair of shades.
"I love what you did with your hair by the way, Hector~." she gave him a light kiss to the cheek before waving and jumping off to do speak to someone else.

It had been ten minutes now. He had a drink, was feeling relatively good about being here and no'one was really bothering him. Though perhaps being bothered was something he was looking for?
"Hey."
His head snapped to the side, a look of utter surprise blatently plastered to his features. Though hidden for the most part due to the lack of eye-visibility.
"...You must be pretty bored, wandering about the side-lines." he smirked lightly, the curl playing at the very corner of his lips. It hadnt even occurred to him that this was infact Angelica. Or 'Angel', as she seemed to be known.
He let his hands slip behind his back to help prop himself against the wall with a lean.

[It was very good. Hopefully mine even competed with it.]