Prom: Cain and Wanda

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Elsewhere at the prom, Cain and Wanda traumatize the assembled students with *gasp* Old People Dancing!



Looking vaguely amused, Wanda glanced from the dance floor to the table with the refreshments and decided to take a couple minute break. Considering the fact that the chaperone's consisted of a precog, someone who could read body language and a psi to name a few? She doubted anyone was about to leap upon anyone else if she turned her back on them. Threading her way through the crowd took longer than expected with stops to chat along the way.

Finally there, she sighed, grabbed herself a cup and a cookie and made her way to the nearest exit. "At least I am dressed for the occasion," she said wryly. It was more appropriate for clubbing than a prom but, well, she figured she carried any look off with class and she knew she'd spotted Logan in leather of some sort as well.

"That makes you part of a minority," came the gruff voice from what Wanda had assumed was part of the architecture. Cain looked down and smiled from where he stood leaning against the wall by the doorframe. "If you ask me, some folks are having a bit too much fun prancin' around in fancy dresses. It's a mite bit unsettling."

"Oh, but they look so pretty!" she responded, laughing. "And Alex is sporting my handiwork with the hair and makeup, by the way." Wanda looked positively gleeful and then she leaned over to point into the crowd. "Have you seen Marius yet? I am amused."

"Takes a certain kind of man to wear a dress like that," Cain noted, cocking his head with a quizzical look. "He definitely ain't it, however. You're lookin' good, though."

Wanda laughed a little as she took a sip. "He cuts a very...interesting figure, that is for sure." Her smiled widened at the compliment. "Why thank you. I had plans to go clubbing but well, I am glad I decided not to. You are not looking half-bad yourself."

"Well, thank you," Cain accepted the compliment with grace, tugging at the labels of his specially-tailored suit. "As much as I figured the regular chaperones are usually the models of responsibility, somehow I thought they might have other things on their minds..."

Men in suits, a fabulous thing to grace the world, Wanda thought and she was certainly glad she was around to enjoy it. "Oh, you mean like being the completely wrong sex? They're all very pretty, I will give them that but thank God Sofia had not tried to drag me along. I think I am large enough as a woman."

Cain rose to the bait and took a step back, slowly looking Wanda over from head to toe. "Yep," he said quietly. "Me too."

Grinning, she spun around in a circle on her heels in front of him before stopping, laughing quietly. Whatever this was, it was fun and relaxed and so very Cain and Wanda. "I am glad I meet with your approval," she said, winking and then paused to discretly tug up her pants as they had slid down her hips just a little.

Laughing, Cain held a hand out to Wanda, gesturing with a nod to the dance floor. "You know," he said, "my prom? I wore a tuxedo. Powder blue. I shit you not."

"Powder blue? Oh, Cain," she sighed as she slipped her hand in his. "Your tastes certainly have improved with the years, that is for certain."

A number of the students did visible doubletakes at Cain and Wanda stepping onto the dance floor. Ignoring them, Cain just put a hand gently on Wanda's shoulder as the first bars of music hit and they took the first few steps - interrupted when he stopped stock-still and turned to look at the DJ booth. "What the...?"

"I believe they call this techno," Wanda said dryly and then dropped her head on Cain's arm in a sudden fit of laughter. Regaining her composure, she grinned up and tugged on his arm. "Come on then, you wanted to dance, let's dance! You only live once."

Pausing for a moment, Cain arched his eyebrows and nodded his head. "What the hell, you're on. Let's see what you got."