First PC Summer Ball

Nat fell onto her bed, smiling. This had been the most amazing night of her life.

She fell asleep nearly immediatly.
 
"huh? what the? where am i?" ryan tried to jump up but realized he was latched tight onto a table.
ryan began to panic, where was the ballroom? where was that strange cop that had beaten him up and shot him? where was kayleigh? on second thought, it didn't really matter to him anymore...
he looked up and saw a bright fluorecant light pointing down at him. then a man's head apeared in front of his...
"george clooney? in a scrub? this is really weird..."
"shut up, we're operating here (cut to a comercial sam, do it, now... for the sake of all that is still good left in the world sam, turn the camera off!)"
the camera man turned the camera off.
"that's more like it... alright boy, so you're on ER... we're taking some bullet out of you that a whacko cop shot into you. it could be lethal, it was really close to one of your lungs... and the thing is, i really don't know how to operate... i'm just an actor, so bare with me if this doesn't really work or something..."
"and we're on in 3.... 2.... 1...." said sam
"don't you go dieing on me kid!" george yelled in ryan's face "nurse prepare the jumpstart! 5 gigawats should do it!"
"wait a second... that's a little too AHHHHHHHH!"
"fwef... that was close, but we've gotta hurry! pass me that saw!"
"actually, george, i don't think you should cut me open with table sawwwwwawouchholycrap!"
"wow, this' bloody, but look! there's the bullet!" ryan saw the saw go up and come back down hard
"wait... nevermind... that was just a kidney..."
*groans in pain*
"hmm... o, that's right the lungs are up there aren't they?"
"ya... why don't you start at the bullet hole..." gasped ryan
"shh... you're suposed to be out cold... nurse! get me the long tweazers!"
*digs through ryan's torso and finds the bullet*
"ah ha! i've found it! alright you can go home now kid"
 
A little after wards, Damian finally slid the door to his own room shut, heaving a sigh of relief at being able to drop all the niceties again. The guests he'd encountered on the way back up were boring, to be sure, but powerful enough to make his job more of a nightmare than it already was. Sleep didn't come to him quite so easily. After sliding his shoes off, he settled back into an armchair and picked up his book once again.
 
Nat awoke slowly, her eyelids fluttering open. She sighed happilly, not sure whether to believe last night had actually happened, or if it had all been a dream...

She had nearly convinced herself that it had indeed been a dream when something shiney caught her eye.

It was the metallic strip on the card Damian had given her.

Smiling, she went to his room, her gown trailing behind her.

She knocked softly on the door.
 
Yawning, Damian sat bolt upright in his chair, dropping his book on the floor at the sound of a knock. Cursing, he hauled himself up, still in his rumpled clothes from last night. Walking to the door, he slid it open, prepared to chew out whoever it was. Seeing it was Nat, he said in a startled manner "Oh...G'morning, sunshine. Come on in..." He drew his left arm up behind his head, stepping away from the door.
 
Nat stepped in. "Good Morning, Damian," she said softly, her eyes twinkling.

Her gown was slightly wrinkled from her sleeping in it, and she nervously tried to smooth it out. The wrinkles stubbornly remained in the satin feeling cloth.
 
"Do you want some tea? Cofee?" damian asked, still trying to wake up. "I'm a...afr...*yawn*...raid that I still need to wake up.
 
Nat smiled. "Tea would be nice, though I think you could use the coffee!" she giggled, seeing Damian yawn.

She sat down in a chair, smiling to herself. She was so happy, it was unbelievable. She was still expecting to be waken by her mother any second now, but that second never seemed to come.
 
Damian started up the stove in the small kitchenette, putting some water on the boil. "I honestly prefer a nice cup of green tea to anything else." he said absentmindedly. "Works better than cofee." He honestly couldn't believe that she'd showed up this morning. No one had ever done the same.
 
"Need a hand?" Nat asked from the chair she had seated herself in, slightly uncomfortable.
 
"No, no, I'm fine." Damian said, preoccupied with the tea. "Do you want something to eat?"
 
"No, that's alright," Nat said quietly, clasping and unclasping her hands in her lap.
 
"Alrighty then!" Damian exclaimed, a bit proud to show off a bit of his cooking expertise. Flippig out a frying pan, he asked "Fried eggs okay?"
 
After jasper witnessed the shot being fired, and the fight between two of the same cop, he booked it back into the ball. Hem was wearing a terrified expression on his face and a few people looked at him weird, but it didn't matter, he need to find the girl and tell her what happened.

He spotted her still staring out at the ocean. He ran toward her, up the stairs and then to her side."What is your name?" Was the first thing he asked. While waiting he then blurted out "I just witnessed that boy get shot. The perimedics took him."
 
Jasper was still breathing heavy from runnng so fast. "No, I don't thnik so. He left as soon as he heard sirens from then perimedics and the real police. The guy who shot hm was dressed up like a cop." Jasper then started to calm down.
 
Nat smiled. "Yeah, that sounds great!" she said, watching Damian flip the pan around. She giggled a bit, her smile widening.
 
"Alright." Damian smiled as he said this, quite happy to be cooking for someone other than himself. The teakettle started whistling about as he said this. Bustling over to it, he poured some piping hot water into the two small clay cups and dropped the teabags in.
 
Nat smiled again, watching Damian bustle around. She now could smell the tea in the air, and she remained silent. Allowing Damian to work.

She had never really been cooked for before. She usually made herself meals, as her mother and father were almost never around.
 
Cracking two eggs quickly over the pan, Damian whirled around to check the tea and quickly set it on the table, seeing as how it was done. The eggs fried up pretty quikly and he pulled out two plates, flipping a single egg onto each. Putting them onto the table alongside the tea, Damian pulled a seat out across from Nat and kicked himself into it.
 
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