Revan

"Anytime you're up for it, all you have to do is ask." Revan chuckled, but in a distant corner of his mind, he couldn't help but wonder if this was a good idea. He could be giving a highly homicidal Angel of Death a child with the powers of a god, which would likely end very badly for the earth. However, if he refused, he wouldn't have sex. What was more important to him, fate of the world or having sex. . . . yeah, whi was he kidding. Sex all the way, besides, there was no certainty that Samael would get pregnan, so there was no point worrying about it now. 

"So then, to the cafeteria."

((Hours later))

Revan and Samael were at the dance in a corner of the room, Revan at least partially doing his job by giving passing glances at the students. They were busy trading some stories about their past experiences. He was reminiscing about this one time when he accidentally started a cult.

"It was fun for a time, got all the women and drink I could want, but then they got all obsessive, following me everywhere, asking me to do all sorts of stupid things. 'Kill my ex', 'Torture my boss', 'Make my wife obedient and submissive' 'Make mine's boobs bigger', etc, etc. I got sick of it, so I left them to their craziness after about 30 years. Have you ever had to deal with humans like that, Samael, or did you just kill them all?"

Grimm

Grimm was in a corner, staring at all of the gyrating bodies with keen interest, drawing the scene in his sketchbook. He thought of joining, but he was sure that it would be an unwise venture to try. He had never danced before, and wasn't to eager to start today. The living still intimadated him, though his first real interaction earlier today had left him feel slightly better about them.

He especially loved the book the little girl had given him, it was an absolutely thrilling read and even gave him, a Grim Reaper(in training), a frightful set of chills. The writer was truly skilled, and he'd have to ask the girl where to get more next time he saw her.