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Mark hummed happily as he piled stacks of pillows outside his fort. He'd taken over most of the common room, sheets and blankets and pillows placed artistically, forming a surprisingly intricate series of tunnels and cozy rooms. He was just adding the finishing touches, tugging fabric this way and that to make the kinds of shapes he wanted.

Pleased with himself, he sang a few bars, too focused on his task to notice the delicate fairy wings unfurling from his back, brushing against the cloth dome of the fort entrance. Pale golden light spilled around him, casting his shimmering skin in a warm glow.

It had been a day full of basking in the sun and working on a paper for one of his classes, and normally for Santo that meant vegging out in his room for the rest of the evening, watching television. Sometimes he sacked out in the lounge but there'd already been a bunch of girls in there watching something romantic, with frilly dresses and giggling. So! His room was the best bet. But he did have his door open in case anyone wanted to drop by.

Mark had his headphones on and his iPod turned up loud. He moved with the driving beat, trim hips shaking, limbs arcing through the air, hair falling into his closed eyes. It should have looked graceless, ridiculous, but instead he managed to look completely natural, completely given over to the music.

He hummed low in his throat and spun wildly, utterly primal, nearly careening into Santo. Mark's eyes popped open in surprise and he laughed, jumping up to fling one arm around Santo's shoulders, small body dangling from his neck. "Hello!" he called, reaching up to tug down the headphones. The otherworldly trance music, driven by one hell of a beat, blared out around them. "Ready to adventure?"

Mark pressed a friendly kiss to Santo's chin and dropped down, spinning on his heel and sashaying back three steps, grinning. "Hey, do you dance?"

The far end of the lake was distant enough from the dorms that they could be as loud as they wanted, within reason. It was hidden enough by trees that carefully placed lanterns wouldn't give them away, though the vast majority of the light came from the moon.

Clint had taken the time to hang up ropes to swing into the deeper waters. There were a few pool toys borrowed from the shed and plenty of towels. Music played, switching genres almost schizophrenically as each song ended, and some food and drinks sat in hastily gathered coolers. There was even alcohol held in a cooler that proclaimed, probably not for you.

A throng of later high school and college students were there, roughly a quarter skinnydipping thanks to one of the high schooler's abilility to keep the water warm and comfortable. Everyone seemed to be having one hell of a time.

( Work cut, just in case )

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Santo's roommate had gone to meet someone and Santo was taking advantage of having the room to himself by opening the door and turning his music up. After all, he figured if one had a playlist full of bouncy upbeat music, one had to share it with the world. Or the dorm, which was the world at the moment.

The only trouble with bouncy upbeat music was that Santo usually wanted to dance to it, and while people forgave the music, his dancing was pretty much unforgivable unless he was outside. Still, when Whip It came on, he couldn't help but tap his toes while he ignored his math homework.