[COLOR=darkred][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]T a v i a  W o n g[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup]Lunatic Dance | [i]Mather Memorial High School[/i][/sup][/INDENT]
The white ruff scratched at Tavia's throat, but she was sure she'd get used to the feel of it after a while. A little itch meant nothing to having a good costume. Especially seeing as Kat and Anthony, who'd came over to her house so they could all go together, looked the same if just a little bit whiter. As she put on the final touches of her costume, retro-reflective ruffles and all, Anthony painted a waning crescent moon on his cheek, a waxing crescent on Kat's, and a full moon in the middle of Tavia's forehead. It was the only theme thing the two on either side of her did.

Instead of springing her abilities on them the night of the dance, Kat drove them to school in her tiny car. Tavia huffed in the backseat, surrounded by practically glowing fabric, crossing her arms. The two in front of her were busy chatting about whatever the hell people like them talked about and instead of putting music on, Anthony had them listening to some podcast about... she wasn't even listening, it was so boring.

As they parked, Tavia opened the door and sprung out from the backseat before the car stopped and slammed it shut. Dramatics were probably not a good idea in the shoes she was in, but having her friends focused on the dance and not on whatever was always good in her books.

[color=hotpink]"If you ever die because of that,"[/color] Kat said, [color=hotpink]"I'll be singing "I told you so"s on your grave."[/color]

Tavia snorted and hooked her arms through theirs, saying, [color=salmon]"Fight me."[/color]

Anthony spotted some friends closer to the front of the line and pushed through other people on his way to get to them. Tavia and Kat had no choice but to follow along as their arms were still hooked together but it wasn't like they were complaining about not waiting as long to get in.

Once they paid and got inside, Kat immediately pulled them towards the food. As they filled up their cups and grabbed snacks, Anthony said, [color=lightseagreen]"I still don't know why you come to these things."[/color]

Tavia shrugged and stole a chip from his plate. [color=salmon]"Dunno, they're fun, ain't they?"[/color]

Kat wrinkled her nose as she sipped from her cup. [color=hotpink]"We've all got better things to do than go to a school dance."[/color]

They headed towards the standing tables along the wall, Tavia making sure to keep the two latched onto her or else they'd wander off. Anthony, a little annoyed by the uncomfortable height of the table, dragged a chair over, saying, [color=lightseagreen]"You don't even get to actually dance or anything. Unless you've taken up grinding?"[/color]

Tavia grimaced and stole another chip from him. He and Kat shared a Look and then looked incredibly smug at her. She hated the Look. Like, like, what was that word she'd heard them say before? Commiser- something? Whatever. [color=hotpink]"You don't even win best costume, Tavi."[/color]

Leaning against the wall, she rolled her eyes at her favorite social morons. [color=salmon]"It's not about winnin' and it's not about dancin', you two. S'about the [i]experience[/i]."[/color] She needed better friends. More entertaining friends at least.

[color=hotpink]"[/color][color=lightseagreen]Sure[/color][color=hotpink],[/color] [color=lightseagreen]sure[/color][color=hotpink],"[/color] one of them said, sharing another Look, god they were so similar. As Tavia was starting to get bored, Kat pulled two small books out of her stupid big purse, the [i]traitor[/i]. Immediately, her and Anthony's attention went directly to their books and Tavia knew she wouldn't be able to pull their attention back to the dance unless it was to tell them it was time to go home. Lightly kicking Kat in the shin, she walked away from the pair.

Sighing fondly, she scoped the room for someone, anyone, to talk to. She saw Jozza. Then Elroy. Some people she didn't particularly know from Social Whatever. She continued scoping the room for someone that would be fun to talk to. Someone who wouldn't be immensely awkward to talk to, that was the goal.