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[color=slategray][sub]Featuring: [color=2eb82e][b]Madison Weaver[/b][/color] and [color=ff6347][b]Shauna Flynn[/b][/color]
Location: Shauna's car, The Destiny
Time: Fashionably Late
Collab with: [@Fabricant451][/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]


There was a strange girl sitting in the passenger seat of a car, headed towards the location of the docks the currently birthed the ship called The Destiny. It definitely wasn’t Madison Weaver. Madison Weaver rarely wore her hair in anything other than a ponytail or a bun. Madison Weaver was rarely seen in any clothing that wasn’t a tracksuit, the BHHS cheerleading outfit, or gym gear. Madison Weaver wore minimal, utilitarian makeup.

Who the hell was this girl? She wore her hair loose and flowing, her makeup was not too garish or overdone but did wonders to highlight her natural features and triple her attractiveness. She was wearing a purple halter top which showed off her shoulders, and the lean muscle of her arms, dark blue mid-rise pants, and a pair of flat, black shoes with the perfect blend of practicality and visual appeal. She wouldn’t be hobbling home barefoot with these comfortable bad boys in her hand. She turned to the driver of the car.

[color=2eb82e][b]”Man, I’m getting butterflies in my stomach already and we’re not even there yet!”[/b][/color]

The car was rolling to a stoplight while the melodies of [i]Absolutely (Story of a Girl)[/i] filled the space between the conversation between the driver and passenger. The driver in question would be the first to admit that it was difficult to keep her eyes from wandering over to the passenger seat, but Shauna had the art of glancing at girls down to a science. It was a different look with Madison, though. While Shauna was certainly admiring the sporty girl’s physical attributes, there was a look of pride in Shauna’s expression as well; it was plain to see why, given that however great Madison Weaver looked in this outfit was attributed to Shauna Flynn. 

Of course, she couldn’t take full credit, Madison made it easy with her figure, but looking at Madison up close Shauna could certainly agree that she had outdone herself this time. If there was going to be a sleeper Belle of the Ball, Madison Weaver had the vote of Beverly Hills High’s resident shark. [color=ff6347][b]”See? I told you to trust me and look where it led. Honestly if you don’t have at least ten numbers by the end of the first hour, everyone’s blind.”[/b][/color] Shauna spoke with a confident sort of rhythm, well deserved in her eyes. 

[color=ff6347][b]”If you feel half as great as you look, you’re going to have a fantastic night, Madi. Remember, though, if you intend on hooking up tonight don’t do it within the first hour. And if you don’t intend on hooking up, well, drinks are free. It’s very important to me, as your wingman, that tonight is all about your wants. Say the word, and I’ll drive you back.”[/b][/color]

[color=2eb82e][b]”Thank you, Shauna,”[/b][/color] Madison replied earnestly. [color=2eb82e][b]”And I’m not even just talking about being my wingman. It’s everything. Getting me ready for this party. Being on hand in case I get too nervous. I honestly don’t know if I’ll be hooking up tonight. My goal’s really just to get out there and be a part of things for once.”[/b][/color]

Even so, as they got closer and closer to the private docks, Madi’s hands were punched into tense fists,resting on her lap, and she was breathing in through the nose, out through the mouth, in heavy exhales. She felt Shauna looking at her and answered with a weak smile. [color=2eb82e][b]”I’ll be fine once I’m in. I guess it’s just the initial reaction everyone will have that’s psyching me out.”[/b][/color]

Shauna reached out with her hand towards Madison’s fists, but relented and pulled back. That move might’ve worked on a nervous Freshman that Shauna was putting the moves on, but in this car Shauna was having to remember that Madison wasn’t some naive Freshman pulled in by promises that would never come to pass. Still, she wanted to offer genuine assurance to Madison and what good was a drama star if they couldn’t use their words well?

[color=ff6347][b]”You’re a cheerleader, right? Do you get nervous when performing a routine because of people looking? Take comfort in the fact that people will be glancing at you for good reason. Take it from me, Madi, you want people looking at you and thinking [i]positive[/i] things. You’re gorgeous and everyone’s going to see that.”[/b][/color] 

Shauna made a left turn and on the horizon was the pier housing the docked boat, the destination for the evening. [color=ff6347][b]”The outfit is just half of it. The other is confidence.Own it, Madison. Why do you think supermodels on runways have such strong facial expressions? It’s because they’re striding with confidence. You got this, Madi. I know you do.”[/b][/color]

Madison started to relax, thinking about Cheerleading. [color=2eb82e][b]”That’s different. I focus solely on what my body’s doing. I’m not sure I could go out onto a catwalk and look confident in a way that seems natural. With any luck, there will only be a few people near the entrance and I can get used to them before I go further in.”[/b][/color]

If Shauna had a flair for the dramatic outside of the context of the stage she might have slammed on the breaks following Madison’s comments; instead the Irish thespian simply stared in appaling gasp towards the athlete. [color=ff6347][b]”Madison Weaver, if you went onto a catwalk you would own it like it was a….split-lift.”[/b][/color] She had to reach into her bag of cheerleading terminology which was shockingly little despite her plucking from the team on a consistent basis over the years; talking about cheerleading moves was never exactly high on the priority list for Shauna. [color=ff6347][b]”I understand your nervousness, but just...don’t think about the others tonight. Think about yourself. You look good. Great, even. Now you just have to feel as great as you look, and once you do...nothing will change that.”[/b][/color]

[color=ff6347][b]”All the world’s a stage, Madison, and you’re the star tonight. When people see you tonight, all they’ll be thinking is how they can get your number.”[/b][/color] Where Shauna was concerned, that had counted as an effective pep talk. 

Madison nodded, taking another breath. [color=2eb82e][b]”You’re right. I’ve done cheerleading nationals. I’ve cheered during our biggest games. I can do this. I just need to forget about everyone else, like I do with cheerleading. Thanks, Shauna.”[/b][/color] Madi smiled over at Shauna, who she was starting to earnestly think of as a friend now. She then looked ahead. They were approaching the dock car park entrance. This was it…

Shauna might have taken a bit of a roundabout way when it came to arriving, she had wanted Madison to have a decent enough time to let the pep talk sink in, but there was no delaying the inevitable - nor should there have been. Shauna rolled the car into the first empty space she found and turned the engine off. [color=ff6347][b]”Remember, don’t look like you’re nervous. You’re beautiful, they know it, I know it, you know it. And it’s up to you to show it. This is your ‘slow motion walk down the stairs’ moment and the last thing you want to do is trip and fall.”[/b][/color] 

Shauna threw open her door and stepped out, closing it behind her as she threw an arm up to stretch out a brief moment. [color=ff6347][b]”If you have any second thoughts, now’s the time to let them out.”[/b][/color] 

Madison shook her head as she got out the car, looking focused. [color=2eb82e][b]”Thank you, Shauna, but now the moment’s here, it’s just like Cheerleading. The worrying has stopped because there’s nothing else I can do to prepare. All that’s left is to just go and do it. Your encouragement has helped, though. I don’t think I could have done this confidently without you.”[/b][/color] 

For the first time in quite a while, Shauna didn’t have an immediate response to Madison following the word of thanks. Shauna wasn’t exactly used to getting genuine compliments outside the words of praise and optimism following her usual nightly escapades and in that situation it was easy to fire back with a little flirtation or a suggestion that they leave before anyone notices. But upon hearing Madison’s thanks, Shauna could do little other than smile to herself as she made sure her car was locked. 

Shauna was sure that Madison wasn’t even aware of the significance of the moment, of Madison being the one that caused the constant flirtatious and innuendo slinging senior to have a moment of pause, but it was a powerful moment where Shauna was concerned. And it was just a moment as Shauna, after shifting her genuine smile to the more specific corner lipped smirk, returned to the matter at hand within seconds. [color=ff6347][b]”Well, if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s being on stage. But if there’s another thing I’m good at it’s making girls like you feel as confident as they look. Go get ‘em, tiger.”[/b][/color]

Madison made her way to the boat’s ramp, and signed in with little fuss, before making her way onto the deck. She didn’t exactly strut, but she carried herself with the air a senior cheerleader dressed to kill should carry herself.

Shauna followed along after Madison, making sure not to trail too closely so as to ruin what was someone else’s moment. Like a proud parent, so too was Shauna basking in the residual glow that was Madison’s confident aura. It felt good, having done what she did. For the briefest moment before stepping onto the deck and starting to glance around at the numerous potentials of the night, Shauna wondered why it was she didn’t help girls in the way she helped Madison tonight. It was, however, nothing more than a passing thought before she focused on more important matters. 

Madison wasn’t eyeing up potential dates just yet. She was still focused on making an entrance, though she did see that a fair number of male eyes were on her, as well as a few groups of girls ‘eyes, who then immediately formed huddles and started whispering to one another. Madison was, to use a cliche, knockin’ em dead. Now she was on the boat. Surely that counts at the entrance over with. Now she could relax and enjoy herself. She didn’t have to play a character the whole night, at least she hoped not. With one last glance at Shauna, Madison then turned and headed down into the belly of the ship. They didn’t need to hand around each other. Madi knew that if she needed help she could find Shauna later, or indeed Lee, depending on the type of problem. For now, everything was going swimmingly.

The hard part was over and Madison knocked it out of the park, as Shauna knew she would. Shauna made distinct notice of the side-eyed glances, the whispers, and the people going back for second looks. Mission successful, with results far better than Shauna could have expected or anticipated. It really did bring a smile to her face as she stayed behind and simply watched as Madison headed further into the ship, no doubt to enjoy herself in a way she wouldn’t have been able to without the aid of a little Irish thespian. 

When Shauna made her way to a pairing of whispering, glancing girls with every intention of familiarizing them with Shauna, the shocking thing about it all was when Shauna herself glanced back towards Madison until her attention was snapped back to the pair of party-goers suddenly; and with it her smile seemed to fade as she engaged in conversation with people whose names she wouldn’t even remember in an hour.