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Authors: P.S. Power
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flavors. I make the syrups myself. Or if you want anything different I can probably come up with something. Coffee? Tea?”
“Um, do you have cream soda?” She asked, not wanting to be rude, but also a little more interested in both the ghost thing and the fact that Darla, spoiled looking little rich girl living alone, had countermeasures already in place. Because that was normal. Everyone had weird magical ghost jars sitting around, right? Really, it kind of trumped the sports car and classical music on the scale of weird for the evening. Nearly as strange as the ghost itself.
“I do. Just a sec here, already made up...” It took a minute but came with ice in a chilled glass.
When the girl came back in she looked relaxed and happy. Pleased even.
“If that had been a real monk from back then, it would have spoken in Latin and not English. Also, did you catch the fake accent? I'm thinking some former Knight of Columbus or priest come to try and curry favor with Jesus by hassling the evil witches who sought to commune with the dead. Because you know, a bunch of teenagers playing around is worth eternal damnation, don't you think?”
Keeley took a sip of the cream soda. It was, like everything had been here, really good. Too good. Normal people just broke open a bottle or can, and maybe, if they were putting on airs and wanted to look fancy, put it in a glass. She didn't put it down though and kept looking at Darla while she sipped, the cool bubbles tickling her lips. The other girl did the same only with a smile instead of a suspicious look.
The hard part of the whole thing wasn't the ghost or whatever it was, that... OK, not exactly something she'd seen before, but she'd done some strange things over the years and knew a lot that she probably shouldn't. But it was within the bounds of what she could accept. There were ghosts, she'd just seen one. Alright.
No the difficult part of all this was Darla. She'd seen it too and was now apparently going to try and play the whole thing off as if it was normal.
At least she wasn't claiming it hadn't happened.
“What was the theme last year?” Keeley asked, instead of beating the subject of the ghost to death. The thought nearly made her laugh, but she held it to a smile, that had to look mirthful, because Darla grinned back.
“Under the sea. The most hackneyed theme for homecoming ever. I wasn't here for that, of course, or we would have done something far classier. Which would be almost anything. What do you think of nineteen-twenties speak-easy as a theme? Now those were fun. People sneaking around and breaking the rules, running from the police through tunnels if the owner didn't pay their bribes to the police on time. Gin made in bathtubs... We could teach everyone the Charleston and smoke cigarettes on long filters.”
Keeley wrinkled her brows at the girl and shook her head.
“I highly doubt that “secret, illegal drinking den” will go over well with the faculty. Plus, everyone is kind of anti-smoking now, lung cancer and all that.” Keeley spoke, but considered the idea, it wasn't a bad one, not really. Maybe if they moved it ahead a few decades?
“How about nineteen-forties U.S.O. I read something about that. OK, it was fiction, but men in uniform, girls serving donuts... dance cards. If that doesn't say wholesome and innocent what does?”
Darla nodded, clearly considering it, “really drab costumes though, coming just on the tail end of the depression. The flappers had some color to them at least. Not a bad premise though and both kick the behind of “under the sea”. They didn't even have a live mermaid show. I know there's a budget, but really, there are standards to be upheld.” The girl sighed, a long suffering thing that ended with a conspiring smile.
“No doubt.” Keeley tilted her head to the side and thought for a second.
“Country barn dance? It fits the harvest
“Um, do you have cream soda?” She asked, not wanting to be rude, but also a little more interested in both the ghost thing and the fact that Darla, spoiled looking little rich girl living alone, had countermeasures already in place. Because that was normal. Everyone had weird magical ghost jars sitting around, right? Really, it kind of trumped the sports car and classical music on the scale of weird for the evening. Nearly as strange as the ghost itself.
“I do. Just a sec here, already made up...” It took a minute but came with ice in a chilled glass.
When the girl came back in she looked relaxed and happy. Pleased even.
“If that had been a real monk from back then, it would have spoken in Latin and not English. Also, did you catch the fake accent? I'm thinking some former Knight of Columbus or priest come to try and curry favor with Jesus by hassling the evil witches who sought to commune with the dead. Because you know, a bunch of teenagers playing around is worth eternal damnation, don't you think?”
Keeley took a sip of the cream soda. It was, like everything had been here, really good. Too good. Normal people just broke open a bottle or can, and maybe, if they were putting on airs and wanted to look fancy, put it in a glass. She didn't put it down though and kept looking at Darla while she sipped, the cool bubbles tickling her lips. The other girl did the same only with a smile instead of a suspicious look.
The hard part of the whole thing wasn't the ghost or whatever it was, that... OK, not exactly something she'd seen before, but she'd done some strange things over the years and knew a lot that she probably shouldn't. But it was within the bounds of what she could accept. There were ghosts, she'd just seen one. Alright.
No the difficult part of all this was Darla. She'd seen it too and was now apparently going to try and play the whole thing off as if it was normal.
At least she wasn't claiming it hadn't happened.
“What was the theme last year?” Keeley asked, instead of beating the subject of the ghost to death. The thought nearly made her laugh, but she held it to a smile, that had to look mirthful, because Darla grinned back.
“Under the sea. The most hackneyed theme for homecoming ever. I wasn't here for that, of course, or we would have done something far classier. Which would be almost anything. What do you think of nineteen-twenties speak-easy as a theme? Now those were fun. People sneaking around and breaking the rules, running from the police through tunnels if the owner didn't pay their bribes to the police on time. Gin made in bathtubs... We could teach everyone the Charleston and smoke cigarettes on long filters.”
Keeley wrinkled her brows at the girl and shook her head.
“I highly doubt that “secret, illegal drinking den” will go over well with the faculty. Plus, everyone is kind of anti-smoking now, lung cancer and all that.” Keeley spoke, but considered the idea, it wasn't a bad one, not really. Maybe if they moved it ahead a few decades?
“How about nineteen-forties U.S.O. I read something about that. OK, it was fiction, but men in uniform, girls serving donuts... dance cards. If that doesn't say wholesome and innocent what does?”
Darla nodded, clearly considering it, “really drab costumes though, coming just on the tail end of the depression. The flappers had some color to them at least. Not a bad premise though and both kick the behind of “under the sea”. They didn't even have a live mermaid show. I know there's a budget, but really, there are standards to be upheld.” The girl sighed, a long suffering thing that ended with a conspiring smile.
“No doubt.” Keeley tilted her head to the side and thought for a second.
“Country barn dance? It fits the harvest
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