Sir Sam tries to charity or how a neckbeard got in the back door.

Player One is me, Lady Saber, pretty social personality, but uncomfortable in large groups

of people that I don't know, I'm wearing a dark blue full-length dress, matching earrings

and nude heels.

My hair is let down and curled gently over one shoulder to cover the cut side of my face.

Player Two is John, my finally official boyfriend he's looking sharp wearing a white shirt

under a matching light blue vest and tie, press pants and polish shoes.

He's a much smoother dancer than I am.

He has a bit of a temper and will inflate when provoked.

It's pretty funny.

Player Three is Sir Samil Smoothcheeks, the chaste and chivalrous knight creepier than

a millipede's legs.

He has a high-pitched voice and needs a lotion to slip through doorways.

I would describe his appearance but I'm saving that more so for later.

This story takes place mostly at our school's winter dance.

It's not quite prom but it's still a black tie affair.

It's hosted on February, the 14th and raises money for a charity.

This year it's supporting a local woman shelter and support network in the city.

There are a bunch of silly traditions everyone follows.

The guy asks the girl to be their date and there's a race between someone and a chicken

suit and the school's mascots afterwards.

All this stuff is designed to drum up interest and to get more people to buy tickets.

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