Bill, Ralph, and Pam walked into the gym of Whitney High in their costumes. A few people, appreciating the theme, let out a series of hollers, hoots, and cheers.
"Hey! Mr. H!" a voice called out from across the floor. "You look great!" The voice was unmistakably Cyler's.
Ralph's face was in shock, as he watched his student strut across the gymnasium floor. Cool, suave, and in complete control of himself, Cyler's presence also drew a series of cheers and thundering applause!
"Cyler! That is great! I can't believe how good you look!" Ralph was glad to see his student getting into the spirit of the Halloween event.
The young man was confident and secure, standing in a black and slate blue costume, with a long matching blue cape that almost reached the floor. The gold silky lining in the cape's trim sparkled as he walked across the floor. A thick black belt and leather black belt buckle completed the look.
In a smooth and sultry voice, almost as smarmy as a used car salesman's, Cyler went right up Pam, took her hand, and kissed it.
"Hi, Princess Leia..." he said, drawing out the greeting and the name, like a smooth operator would. He knew that in the costume he could get away with a lot of things he wouldn't even dare to try.
Bill chuckled, not really getting the joke, but appreciating the absurdity of the whole scene.
Dropping out of character, Cyler turned to Bill and shook his head approvingly.
"Hey, you look great, Mr. Maxwell. I never would have guessed that you could pull something like this off, but, you know, it works! You make a pretty cool Han Solo."
The three began to laugh, as Bill stuck out his chest, just a bit.
"Well, you know," Bill said proudly. "This Solo character is the star of the movie...and well, since no one would play him as well as I could, well, I couldn't let you kids down..."
Cyler looked at Ralph, and silently mouthed the word "star"? Ralph put his finger up to his lips, waved his hand subtly, and shook his head quickly, begging Cyler not to blow it for them. Anxious to change the subject, Ralph turned the attention back to Cyler.
"So, uh Bill! What do you think of Cyler's Lando Calrissian?"
Bill turned to Cyler, and looked him up and down, as if inspecting the troops.
"Oh, yeah. Not bad, kid. You make a great... Mando ... Cal whosa ... much." Bill's final words trailed off when it became obvious that he really didn't know what he was saying. Awkward, embarrassed, and uncomfortable, he walked off, saying something about getting everyone something to drink.
The three tried to hold in the laughter, but as soon as he was out of ear range, they all began to laugh.
"I can't believe you got him to come tonight, Mr. H.!" Cyler said, as soon as he began to calm down.
"Well, Cyler, uh, Lando, I thought he would make a good Han Solo. And I think he looks pretty good!"
The three of them laughed again.
"Well, you'll never guess who I got to come tonight." Cyler was proud of himself, but a little nervous at the suggestion.
"Oh yeah? Who's that, Cyler?"
He smiled nervously at Ralph, not wanting to spoil the surprise.
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