Lena perked up. "Oh! I can help there! Mr. Wilhelm and Ms. Amari are total softies," she said, pointing at the two staff members standing by the gym wall attempting to make eyes at one another. "Pretty sure even they're not happy with how zealous the President and the Nerd are being with the rules. And I can distract those two, no problem. I'll figure something out!" Her grin was back in full force, devious and cheerful. She stood up from her seat, smoothing out her sparkly orange minidress. "Good thing I wore flats! Ready to move?"
Wrench clenched his fists. `_´, his mask read.
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"Wait wait hold on no no, we don't eve—" Marcus started, but Lena was already bounding toward the student council members, her skirt flouncing as she went. "I'll go help Lena…make sure she doesn't get us all kicked out. You two get ready," Lúcio said, chasing after the energetic girl before either of the others could get a word in. Marcus and Wrench looked at each other. "While we wait," Wrench said, propping his chin in his hands and making a starry-eyed *_* at his date, "you were saying how hot I look in this suit?" "Why is everyone so eager to… to… 'grind' on each other in public?" the Nerd asked, disgust oozing off of every syllable as she watched the room, flipping her blonde braid back over her shoulder. "It's disgusting. It's barely even dancing." The President unfolded his arms only to adjust his glasses, and had been about to open his mouth when a fluorescent orange blur skidded to a halt in front of the pair. "Hiya! Great party n' all that, really loving it, anyway, enough chit-chat. Did you know Avery and Mason are just completely going at it in the girl's locker room? Like, full-on banging," Lena said, watching the color rapidly drain from both of their faces. "What?!" the Nerd screeched, hands moving to grasp at her necklace. "But—but—the custodians should have locked them and—"
"I wanted lasers and smoke and a Bond girl or something. Lights are ready whenever you are." "I could be a Bond girl," Marcus said, his smile warming up his voice. "Music's ready too. Just gotta wait for a text from- oh, there it is. Ready?" "That's a nice mental image," Wrench said. His mask had been getting a lot of use out of the ^_^ emote tonight. "Okay, lights in 3, 2, 1…" Both of them gave their phones a final tap.
"This isn't as glamorous as I envisioned it in my head."