[LOG] CLUB FAIR AT LUNCH

[clintocallowhat]

Who: EVERYONE
What: Lunch + Club Fair
When: End of the 2nd week of School
Where: Lunchroom and Courtyard

It's now a couple of weeks into school and it's about time for a real club fair hosted by the Student Council! Tables are set up around the lunchroom giving students a chance to talk to the different club presidents and members about joining. Lunch has been extended to an hour and a half today with a few of the teachers and students grilling up hot dogs and hamburgers for the student body. You were even given one of those little cards where you have to get signatures from 4 different club presidents proving you participated for credit!

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[doublelutece]

A familiar set of hands graced the edge of the tablecloth. "Look at you, running a club! What a feat!" Doris rested her elbows on the table, meeting Pajea's expression of shock with a coy smile. "It's been a while. How's today been for you, sweetheart?" She grabbed a pen from the booth's heap and started for the sign-up sheet. Pajea's hand darted forward, landing on the sheet with a slam that caused students passing by to stare. Pajea raised a brow, though otherwise unphased.
"What. The hell. Are you doing." The girl growled from the other side.
Doris shook her head, giving a small cluck of the tongue. "Now, now. That's no way to treat a potential club member. Don't they teach you authors any interpersonal skills?"
"What do you aim to accomplish here." Pajea's anger was evident in every word.
"I told you already, joining a club." She prodded Pajea's hand lightly with the pen. "Or perhaps you could join one of the clubs I'm in. Maybe swim team? You'd look real nice in one of the suits..." Her giggle filled the air between them, and Pajea's grip on the clipboard tightened. Doris rose from her spot, tucking the pen behind her ear. "I'm sure we'll see each other again real soon, yeah? Writing club should be lots of fun."
"LaDonna."
"Yes?"
"Don't even think about showing up."
Doris shrugged her shoulders, still quite calm. "No club, then? Aww. We'll just have to have a more personal meeting, then." With that, she turned and headed past the booths, waving as she left. Only then did Pajea release her iron grip on the clipboard, before sinking deep into her chair with a groan.