Crazy Little Thing Called Love! {Open To First Poster}

Dancing was not Gerard's speciality. In fact, he had two left feet unless under the influence of alcohol. Don't tell, he had that in his bag. A nice bottle of vodka to go with breakfast. Anyway, dancing was not something Gerard did regularly, however, in front of the fountain now, he was dancing like no one was watching. (Several small children, on the other hand, watched with a look somewhere between fascinated and disturbed). It was the influence of his iPod, which was currently blaring something relatively old and fun to dance to by Queen.

"I gotta be cool, relax, get hip! Get on my track's..."

He was interrupted by the snickering of the small children and walked towards them, a sneer on his face as he paused his iPod to scare them off. He was no Chuck Norris, but he was terrifying enough, a mass of uncoordinated limbs that pulled together to be this well-controled authoritative person. Who right now, could do without the laughing.

"Problem?"

The children that lined the wall of the fountain all quickly shook their heads, one even scuttling off. With a self-satisfied smirk, Gerard watched him run, before turning to the other children on the wall.

"And the rest of you?"

Another couple left, leaving Gerard feeling very satisfied, before he walked back to the area he'd given himself to dance. He pressed play on his iPod again, picking up the song again almost immediately.

"...A back seat, hitch-hike, and take a long ride on my motor bike, until I'm ready! Crazy little thing called love."

He danced his way over to the bag on the edge of the fountain, and pulled out the bottle of vodka, taking a quick sip and stowing it away quickly. He didn't want a teacher seeing that sort of thing on campus.

Alice smirked a bit as she walked up, seeing with some small satisfaction that the look was still on her face as Gerard glanced up in his vodka-hiding paranoia. The eye contact was priceless, as for a moment it might have looked like she had stabbed him with something. Alice didn't study his face hard enough to really be able to tell before she let her sideways smirk melt into a subtle smile.

"Let me see if I've got my head around this, babe... you're a terrible dancer, an alcoholic, and you're mean to children?" she asked. The question was mostly rhetorical, and whatever passed for a punchline in her world shortly followed. "I think it won't be long now until you start yelling at kids to keep off your lawn and calling to complain that the newspaper is half an hour late."

Without even bothering to notice whether he took offense or found it funny, Alice carried her smile over and had a seat right by Gerard's bag. Glancing in, her smile broadened as she raised an eyebrow. "Do you mind?" she asked, nodding to the bottle hidden inside.

It was a nice day for some contraband drinking with a stranger. Who was she kidding? Every day was a nice day for anything, and that's why she tended to enjoy them.

Gerard was more than a little confused at this person talking to him. She'd interrupted his dancing session with the fountain, (he was all geared up for a Bridget Jones' Diary moment), and now she was either joking or trying desperately to offend him. Either way it was amusing enough that he smirked at her. Before he could offer, the girl had invited herself to his bottle of vodka, and Gerard raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, go for it. I mean, I'm all for sharing. Just not sharing my funky dance moves with small children."

Settling back onto the wall, and pushing his iPod into a small pair of speakers he carried around in his large black bag, he set his iPod to another oldish song, this time by a brit-pop band he was in love with.

"Like The Clash at all?"

Before the girl who he was sharing the vodka with could answer, he put on 'Friday I'm in Love', singing along only just loud enough for someone (such as this girl, who he knew he'd seen before) right next to him to hear.