All-Sexuality Support Group meeting, Thursday after classes
The group name wasn't a lie: it really was for students of any and every sexuality -- however, if you didn't go into that classroom ready to get your same-gender-kissy on, the chance that you'd leave the same way was... fairly low. What with the rainbow-colored glitter on every available surface.
That was Emmett showing restraint. He almost took a trip to the flower shop too, but Gabrielle persuaded him that ordering enough roses to decorate every chair in the tastefully-arranged semi-circle three days before Valentine's Day would result in the employees of Covent Garden Flowers putting out a contract on him, and not the fun kind with a collar and a safeword. Okay, so Gabrielle hadn't actually used the word 'safeword,' but the sentiment was completely intact, thank you very much. As was her earnest make-people-feel-welcome smile, completely untainted by WTF because she hadn't yet figured out what the group's acronym stood for.
She had also not yet realized that she'd be picking rainbow glitter out of everything she owned for days.
"Hi, everyone," she began. "And thanks for coming to the first meeting of the All-Sexuality Support Group."
Oh, just abbreviate it, Gabrielle, and figure it out already so you can give Emmett that look. You know. That one.
The one that would get 'Oh my stars and garters, does that really spell a naughty word?' in reply from Emmett, and then he'd find himself on the business end of her staff, which sounds fun but isn't, so he was going to enjoy her ignorance while it lasted. "My lovely co-hostess is Gabrielle and I'm Emmett, and if this were a Gay-Straight Alliance, I'd be the gay one." He shot a look towards Gabrielle. "But it's not, because life can get a lot more complex than just gay and straight."
Gabrielle narrowed her eyes, shook her head, and twitched both hands in the air. "Why do you keep giving me that look?" See. This is the point he was trying to make. "Anyway, we thought we'd start off with introductions today. I know, I know, you probably all thought we were done with that by now. It's one more time, you'll be fine."
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That was Emmett showing restraint. He almost took a trip to the flower shop too, but Gabrielle persuaded him that ordering enough roses to decorate every chair in the tastefully-arranged semi-circle three days before Valentine's Day would result in the employees of Covent Garden Flowers putting out a contract on him, and not the fun kind with a collar and a safeword. Okay, so Gabrielle hadn't actually used the word 'safeword,' but the sentiment was completely intact, thank you very much. As was her earnest make-people-feel-welcome smile, completely untainted by WTF because she hadn't yet figured out what the group's acronym stood for.
She had also not yet realized that she'd be picking rainbow glitter out of everything she owned for days.
"Hi, everyone," she began. "And thanks for coming to the first meeting of the All-Sexuality Support Group."
Oh, just abbreviate it, Gabrielle, and figure it out already so you can give Emmett that look. You know. That one.
The one that would get 'Oh my stars and garters, does that really spell a naughty word?' in reply from Emmett, and then he'd find himself on the business end of her staff, which sounds fun but isn't, so he was going to enjoy her ignorance while it lasted. "My lovely co-hostess is Gabrielle and I'm Emmett, and if this were a Gay-Straight Alliance, I'd be the gay one." He shot a look towards Gabrielle. "But it's not, because life can get a lot more complex than just gay and straight."
Gabrielle narrowed her eyes, shook her head, and twitched both hands in the air. "Why do you keep giving me that look?" See. This is the point he was trying to make. "Anyway, we thought we'd start off with introductions today. I know, I know, you probably all thought we were done with that by now. It's one more time, you'll be fine."
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