PLEASE don't stop the music... |OPEN|

[carisma]

<sup>Carisma knew students better than they thought she did. Yeah, she looked like them, but in her class, she could get pretty strict. But she wasn't in this nightclub to find students who had fake I.D.'s; she was here to dance off the stress. When a good hip hop song would come on, she'd get in the middle of the dance floor and shake her ass. The guys (and a few girls) sure did love it. But right now, Carisma was busy buying a beer and flirting with the bartender.

Now, this bartender wasn't very cute. He was actually quite ugly. He was overweight and balding. But Carisma was trying to get a free beer out of him, but all he seemed to be doing is getting a hard on. Every time she noticed, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and think Pigs. All guys are pigs. Well, even if it was a benefit in bed, all she wanted right now was a free damn beer!

"Don't forget to pay for that beer sugar lips!" the bartender called out as Carisma stood up and walked away from the bar. She snorted and looked back at him, a smug grin on her face. "Puh-lease, fattie. Put it on your tab." That was all she said before she began walking away. She heard cursing and banging, and she knew it was from the bartender who had just gotten screwed over. But guess what? Carisma didn't care? Why should she? It was his own stupid fault. He should have done something other than try to get her number. Why the hell would she give it to him, anyway?

Carisma shrugged, tossing the half empty beer into a trash can. One of her best songs was coming on. She'd had a routine for it for months, but she hadn't gotten to show it off until now. Excited, she walked back onto the dance floor, keeping time with her body. She moved with ease as she danced and hardly broke a sweat, though the dance would have been killer for most people.

As she stepped off the dance floor and into the background, Carisma realized she needed another beer. And a boy...or girl. But she didn't have either, and she couldn't go back to the bar. She was afraid the bartender might try to kill her or something. There was only one thing to do. Find a boy who would be willing to buy her a beer and who was worthy of being with her for the night..

Note: I would love for a student to happen upon her. Create some drama, you know? A staff member would also work, but I would honestly like to have a student.</sup>

[conner gregory.]

conner sat with the group of seniors, all had just gotten through with a rehersal for the spring play, all were laughing and making jokes about the director's latest fluke. leaning back in his seat, conner laughed along with the rest of them, but, while the rest of them were drinking beer, he had a glass of water in his hands, sure, he was the designated driver that night, but, he always was, doctor's orders, no alcohol. bringing the drink to his lips, he took a sip of the boring drink that he'd gotten used to over the past few years. the lights of the club turned the clear liquid blue then pink then orange, his gold eyes stayed the same colour no matter what lights hit him though.

the music vibrated and pulsed around them, and one of the other guys was making out with his girlfriend, but conner was just enjoying the night, hanging out with his friends and keeping a look out for any people who might bust the lot of them for being underage. yo, con, get me another beer wouldja?

[/b][/i] conner rolled his eyes at adam but stood up anyway, reaching across the table that sat in the middle of their little circle of seats, he snagged the other guy's wallet and nodded. why not? he asked himself with an audible laugh. making his way across the club towards the bar, holding the wallet in his pocket.

telling his order to the bartender, who for a moment gave him a sideways glance, conner gave him the one look that sent even some of his coworkers at the department a scare, and the bartender just rolled his eyes and got the beer for him. conner passed over a couple of bills and then backed up, only to back right into someone. turning around, he was already babbling off an apology when he froze. i'm sor- shit. he recognised the woman, vaguely. but, he knew exactly where he recognised her from. school. teacher. shit. backing up slightly, he looked from her to the beer in his hand and then back to her. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[carisma]

Carisma was moving her body to the beat of the music, not really dancing. She'd noticed quite a bit of students here, but she wasn't planning on busting any of them. Kids will be kids, and, well, even though she didn't have to have a fake I.D. anymore, Carisma felt she was still a kid at heart. She liked to kiss and cuddle and even have sex. And if it was with her students, then so be it. Age is just a number, after all...

In the middle of a body roll, Carisma felt someone bump into her. She turned around, ready to tell off whoever had the nerve to run into her. But all she saw was a scared boy. A boy she'd seen around school. Teachers had talked about him; it wasn't every day a student with cancer attended the school. She had never really talked to him. Once or twice, he had said hello to her in the hall, just to be polite, Carisma was sure.

"Conner!" she exclaimed. "What brings you to a night club? Aren't you a little young?" Carisma was meaning to scare the boy just a bit more than he already was. He knew that it was wrong, but it certainly had not stopped him. It didn't surprise Carisma, though. Teenagers loved to rebel against the rules. Must be those darn hormones.

Carisma didn't have this boy as a student, so she'd never really gotten to examine him. But here, in the flashing neon lights, he wasn't half bad. She'd give him at least an eight, probably a nine if he weren't wearing a shirt. Carisma felt a small smile curl onto her lips. She noticed the beer in his hands and snatched it from him. "You got me a beer! How nice!" she yelled over the music. It was unopened, so she figured that he hadn't had anything to drink. But she opened it and took a nice, long swig from it. Ahh, just what she had needed...

[conner gregory.]

conner shifted slightly on his feet, slightly shifting into the whole police mode, but, he saw that maybe just maybe he wouldn't get in trouble for this. Conner! What brings you to a night club? Aren't you a little young?

[/b][/i] conner shrugged, not looking over to where the rest of the drama crew was. he didn't question how she knew his name, it seemed like all the teachers knew his name for one reason or another. some, it was because he'd gotten into this school on a full ride acting scholarship, others. . . well. . . medical reasons.

tilting his head, his brown shaggy hair falling over his eyes slightly, he pondered this. 'eh, i'm not drinking, so, i don't see where the problem is.[/b] although granted, he did have the beer in his hand for adam. but then he watched a smile slide onto her face and he felt her eyes on him. You got me a beer! How nice![/b][/i] he didn't argue, just let her pull the beer out of his hands and open it. uh, yeah, sure.[/b] not my money. he chuckled slightly at this but watched as she took a fair swig of it. putting his hands in his pockets, he stood there watching her curiously. she was a teacher? really?

he heard adam and jessica laughing all the way at their little cluster so he had to glance over there now, just to see what trouble they were getting into. jessica had fallen off adam's lap and pulled one of the other guy's down with her, adam was just sitting there with a smirk. conner rolled his eyes and then turned his gaze back to carisma, running his hands through his hair, he figured that if he was going to get in trouble, it would have happened by now, so. . .

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[carisma]

Conner didn't seem curious as to how Carisma knew his name. She didn't exactly know everyone in the school, and Conner wasn't part of any of her classes. Maybe he was just used to it... Everyone seemed to know him, anyway. She wondered if that made him uncomfortable. Carisma had heard that Conner was a very talented boy and that nothing could ever hinder him. Looking at him right now, he seemed to be a little nervous. That was certainly a hindrance. But then again, he probably wasn't used to seeing teachers at night clubs...

"Well, I got carded when I came in," Carisma said. "So you must have a fake I.D., and that's illegal the last time I checked." Well, it was illegal when she had one, anyway. But of course, that hadn't stopped her. Carisma took another long swig of the stolen beer and smiled at Conner. "You're here just to hang out," she said, glancing over at the drama geeks he'd glanced over at a few times. "Do you think they'd mind if I stole you for a few minutes?" she added, taking a few more long swigs of the beer, then tossing it onto the ground.

"It's awfully lonely being a teacher," she explained. "I'm not married, and I live in a cheap apartment with no cable. I have to find ways to...well, entertain myself, you see? Going out clubbing is the best way to have fun. But you..." she said, a small chuckle following, "you're here just to hang out! You do something illegal and don't even have fun with it! Let me so you how to have the time of your life, Conner." Carisma winked. "I promise you won't regret it."

[conner gregory.]

Well, I got carded when I came in, so you must have a fake I.D., and that's illegal the last time I checked.

[/b][/i] he wouldn't deny, he'd figured out how to get a fake i.d. when he'd lived in new york, i mean, c'mon. its all in the eye of the beholder.[/b] he knew it was a lame thing to say, but, it was all he could think of at the moment. watching as she took another good swig of the beer, he also noticed that her gaze had followed his and she saw the rest of the group. You're here just to hang out, do you think they'd mind if I stole you for a few minutes?[/b][/i] she took another swig of the beer and then dropped the bottle and he took another glance at his friends.

uh, i doubt they'd notice for a while. . . at least until they realise that they no longer have their keys.[/b] he shrugged and listened as she continued talking. It's awfully lonely being a teacher, I'm not married, and I live in a cheap apartment with no cable. I have to find ways to...well, entertain myself you see? Going out clubbing is the best way to have fun. But you...[/b][/i] he tilted his head and crossed his arms over his chest, with his sleeves having been rolled up to his the middle of his arms, you could see the tan he'd gotten doing some tracking earlier that week. You're just here to hang out! You do something illegal and don't even have fun with it! Let me show you how to have the time of your life, Conner. I promise you won't regret it.[/b][/i]

he shifted on his feet again but didn't do anything else, his usual smile was still a little hesitant to show itself, he was still trying to figure her out, usually he was able to do that really easily, but, carisma was a little bit more confusing to him. but, he'd just go with the flow, i mean, she was a teacher, what was the worst that could happen?[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[carisma]

Kids today... It had only been a few years since she had been Conner's age, but she can still spot the differences in the way they were raised. Well, perhaps he had been forced to grow up much faster the Carisma. He already seemed to be much more mature than she was. Even so, she reached for his hand, playing with each of his fingers. A flirty smile was displayed on her face.

Carisma noticed that Conner took a few more glances over to the drama geeks while she told her sad little story. It was true, for the most part. She did, however have cable. The deejay had put on a great song, one great for dancing. "Well," Carisma said over the loud music, "if they won't notice you're gone, let you be gone!" She giggled and got a good grasp on his hand, ready to pull him onto the dance floor at any second.

"Don't be so nervous!" she told him, another giggle escaping from her lips. "If you're worried about me being a teacher, don't trip, boy. I'm here to have fun and bring fun." She backed up, bringing just his hand with her. "And by the looks of it, you need to have some fun!" She pulled him onto the dance floor. Carisma looked around at the people dancing and looked back at Conner. "And there's no better place to start than here!"

||Yeah, this post isn't quite 300 words. Sorry.||

[conner gregory.]

conner wouldn't deny, after his parents and then his foster father had all died, he'd never really had much of a childhood. he never denied that, he'd try to hide it occasionally, but never denied it. but, he'd had something of a childhood in alabama, when his father wasn't sending him through agility courses and his mother wasn't trying to pound languages into his head. but, he'd spent almost five years in the orphanage, and by the time he got out of there, he was 14, a teenager, one that was then diagnosed with cancer. so yeah, he'd had a sucky few years, but, now, maybe carisma had a point. he should have a bit of fun. but, it caught him slightly off guard when she took his hand and began to play with his fingers. that was a little odd, but, he didn't argue, the woman was hot.

Well, if they won't notice you're gone, let you be gone!

[/b][/i] he finally revealed one of his smiles, just an easy grin and listened as the dj switched the song. he hadn't heard half the stuff they played here, but, he sort of recognised this song. sort of. Don't be so nervous! If you're worried about me being a teacher, don't trip, boy. I'm here to have and bring fun.[/b][/i] he looked at her, nodding hesitantly, okay, so he was starting to relax now. And by the looks of it, you need to have some fun![/b][/i] he didn't know what was more unusual, the fact that a teacher was holding his hand, or the fact that he was actually following her onto the dance floor, god knew he didn't dance.

And there's no better place to start than here.[/b][/i] he laughed lightly and glanced around the dance floor, this was truly more intimidating than when he'd tried out for the scholarship to get into cspva, turning his golden eyes back to carisma, he chuckled. i should probably tell you, i can't dance.[/b] he said it in a way that said he wasn't afraid to learn how, but, he still felt kinda funny standing out in the dance floor not moving very much. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[carisma]

Finally, Carisma could feel that Conner was relaxing a bit. Good. It was all part of her plan. She wanted this boy to have the best time. And Carisma knew how to have a good time with anyone. Also, she could sense that he still wasn't totally comfortable with the fact that she was a teacher. "Forget I'm a teacher," she told him. "In fact, forget everyone around us. It's just you..and me." She winked and shot another flirty smile Conner's way.

"You can't dance?" Carisma asked. She was very, very shocked. Who couldn't dance? Well, maybe she was just being a bit judgmental, seeing as how she had been dancing to this kind of music all her life. She half expected everyone to have lived the same type of life. But having taught for just a few months, Carisma had already learned that many people had no sense of beat whatsoever.

"Then I'll teach you!" she said, a loud laugh coming from her small body. "It's not hard at all, I promise! We can start with freak dancing. It's totally easy for the guy." Carisma hoped that Conner knew how to at least freak dance. All he would have to do is move his body to the music. Carisma would be the one doing all the work... "Being a teenager and being a guy, you should know how to freak dance."

She remembered the first time she'd freak danced. Her partner, a twenty-four year old, wasn't all that impressed with her. They'd spent hours trying to make her a better freak dancer. She could dance to any beat, but couldn't freak dance. Well, the first time she'd given the guy a good freak dance was the first time she had sex. Maybe Conner would be the same. Carisma looked at him and smiled.

[conner gregory.]

Forget I'm a teacher, in fact, forget everyone around us. It's just you..and me.

[/b][/i] he saw her smile and knew out of the corner of his mind that she was flirting with him, but, he wasn't the best schooled when it came to the ladies. but, when he told her that he couldn't dance, You can't dance?[/b][/i] he could easily see the surprise on her face. but he just laughed and shook his head. Then I'll teach you! It's not hard at all, I promise! We can start with freak dancing. It's totally easy for the guy.[/b][/i] conner reached up and pushed his hair out of his face.

Being a teenager and being a guy, you should know how to freak dance.[/b][/i] he shifted on his feet and looked at the dance teacher. yeah. . . don't know how to do any forms of dance.[/b] he chuckled and looked down at carisma, waiting to see her reaction to this. he knew it must sound so strange, he didn't know how to dance at all though. behind him, someone rammed into him, pushing him up closer to carisma, immediately, his face turned one shade reder and he made to back up, but, there wasn't any room. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[carisma]

Now, Carisma could understand someone not knowing how to do body rolls and butterfly twists, but she had never known anyone that had no clue as to what they were doing on a dance floor. But, obviously, Conner was a bit...dance illiterate. Not that she minded. He was a cute kid. She would definitely be willing to leave the club with him.

"It's alright," Carisma said to him, trying to cover up how, well, shocked she was. "That's why I'm here, I suppose. To show you how to dance!" She giggled again. She'd had four beers; that explained something. Well, actually, it didn't. Carisma really was this flirty outside the classroom. Four beers hardly made her tipsy, which would mean that she was just a bit more of a flirt right now than she usually was.

"So," Carisma began, ready to teach Conner the fine art of freak dancing. "What I'll do is--oh!" Conner was rammed into her by an oblivious dancer behind them. She noticed he was trying to back up, but she caught his arm, which would have caused him to jerk to a stop, even if there had been room for him to move in the first place.

"I said don't worry about anyone else," she said, a bit quieter. It was possible that Conner hadn't even heard her. It was alright, though. He wouldn't have had time to reply, anyway. Carisma stood onto her tip toes and pulled Conner down to her face and had pressed her lips against his. Now it was his turn to decided if he wanted this to continue..

[conner gregory.]

conner could see the obvious surprise on carisma's face when he told her that he couldn't dance. he hadn't lied, he was an actor, not a dancer. It's alright. That's why I'm here, I suppose. To show you how to dance!

[/b][/i] he laughed and listened to her giggle. she was definitely in a good mood tonight, and getting nice and friendly with a student who wasn't even one of her students, this made the cop in him wonder just how many beers she'd had, but, he pushed the thought away, ordering himself to focus on having fun.

So, What i'll do is--oh![/b][/i] conner looked down his nose at her, all the while still attempting to back up slightly to give her space. but, she caught his arm and he froze. looking at her curiously, he didn't move but, it also wasn't like he had much choice. I said don't worry about anyone else,[/b][/i] he could just barely hear her, but, before he could comment, carisma stood up on her toes and pulled conner down towards her and kissed him. conner froze again, but then he relaxed again, forgetting just about everything other than the fact that there was a really hot chick kissing him after making him relax just about completely earlier.

wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, he forgot all about all the other people around them, just like she'd been trying to get him to do for a while. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[carisma]

Making out in clubs was, well, normal for Carisma. She'd been doing it for about ten years, ever since she got her first fake I.D. But Conner...well, he was probably still being potty trained when Carisma had gotten her first kiss. Being the rebel of the family had gotten her only a thousand kisses from hundreds of different guys.

Carisma could tell by the way Conner had reacted that this wasn't his first kiss. Well, of course it wasn't! Eighteen and still a lip virgin would be a shame. He hadn't been sure what to do with her at first, but then Carisma noticed Conner slowly...well, relaxing. It'd what she had been trying to do ever since he ran into her! She smiled to herself in the middle of their kiss. She hoped that he couldn't taste the alcohol on her lips, but even if he did, she knew how to get rid of the smell and the taste. Oh, the things you learn from people older and wiser...

Carisma felt Conner's arms wrap around her waist and pulling her closer. She closed her eyes even tighter and placed her hands behind his neck, pushing his head down a bit more. There were flashing lights, killer beats, and people dancing all around them, but Conner seemed to have forgotten about that. In fact, he seemed to have forgotten about everything but Carisma, and that was definitely a good sign.

[conner gregory.]

conner could feel the pounding bass rhythm under his feet, could feel the people behind him bumping into him a few more times, and could also feel carisma's mouth on his. in fact, he was acutely aware of the last one. sure, he'd had a few girlfriends in the past, more than enough stage kisses, but, carisma was different. granted, there was the whole 7 year age difference, and the fact that she was a teacher, but, still. tracing his tongue across the bottom of her lip, he could taste some of the beer, but, he knew that it wouldn't do any damage.

he could feel her smiling even through the kiss and a flash of curiosity ran through his mind. what was she smiling about? but, he still placed his hands in the small of her back and pulled her against him, he felt her put her hands on the back of his neck, pulling him down even more, okay, so maybe being 5'10'', almost 5'11'' had its disadvantages, but, he didn't mind. the pulsing beat of the music vibrated through his shoes, and the neon lights flashed through his closed lids, but, he could still hear adam as the fairly drunk senior walked up behind conner, elbowing him gently in the side. get a room man, quit hoggin' the dance floor.

[/b][/i] conner ignored his friend for the most part, but couldn't resist taking one hand off of carisma and holding it up behind him where he knew that adam still was and flipped him off.

the only response to that was a hearty laugh and then he heard him tell jessica that they should probably find another place to dance. inwardly, conner rolled his eyes, but, conner still broke the kiss, letting himself get some more air and take a glance over at adam to make sure the guy wasn't too drunk.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[carisma]

Age, to Carisma, was just a number. She believed that a person should be able to drink whenever they want and have sex with whoever they want, when they want. Driving was another story, though.. Carisma pulled her mind out of ages and back onto Conner. He was, to say the least, very good at kissing. And when he ran his tongue across her bottom lip, Carisma had trouble holding back a moan. He was better than good; he was great!

The only problem Carisma could find with his was his height. He seemed to be about six feel tall, and she was barely five feet. But, of course, Carisma had had this problem many times before, and she knew just how to solve it. But, she wasn't exactly willing to break their kiss to figure it out. Carisma, despite the fact that she was still on her toes, was oddly comfortable..just being with him. It was how she felt with many kisses. Carisma knew better than to call it love, however.

Whenever she heard a guy make a comment about the two getting a room, Carisma knew it was a very good idea. But still, she wasn't willing to break the kiss. She was grateful when Conner did instead. But, of course, it was to check on his drama friends. Well, he was caring; that was always good. But his attention was somewhere other than on her.

Taking Conner's hand in hers, she smiled. "Maybe he's right," Carisma said to him. "Maybe we should get off the dance floor and get more privacy. Just think of him as trying to help us out..."