one thing's universal, life's no dress rehearsal

[stagemanagers]

[Prom night! The greatest night of your young lives if you watch any Western high school media from the past 60 years. The looks, the music, the copious amounts of fancy snacks, the sore feet from dancing heels and then spending the rest of the night in bare feet- it’s all part of the bigger package.

The courtyard and the roof have both been decked out in a special way for tonight, despite no one really seeing Hester or anyone/anything else decorating. There are round tables set-up in both places, covered in yellow-gold tablecloths. Some of them have platters of snacks laid out on them, one has a large punch bowl that never seems to empty no matter how many drinks are taken from it.

On the roof there’s an extra table with pencils, small slips of paper, a box wrapped in gold wrapping paper and a notecard labeled Song Requests. Just write a song, pop it in the box and within a few minutes it starts playing! Weird, there doesn’t seem to be a sound system anywhere...

Red paper lanterns have been strung around the outline of the roof and between stakes in the courtyard, granting soft romantic light for a night to remember. Put on your best costume shop formal wear, get ready to lose your shoes after an hour and sneak in liquor even though most of you are of age.

After all…tonight belongs to you.]

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[brokeforgood]

[Holy Shit.

Look, Farrah has always known Maya’s pretty. She’s not exactly Farrah’s type, but there’s definitely always been something about her that made Farrah go “Okay, yeah, she has a whole harem of women” and it made sense.

But—- this? This is excessive. This makes Farrah’s heart drop into her stomach, do a little hopeful flip, and fly straight back up into place again. On horseback? For real? Horses were not supposed to be her thing but—-

I thought you weren’t a horse girl, Farrah.

Farrah sharply elbows the air beside her.]

Shut up—- [She seems to be listening to the blank space beside her intently, then gives it a face.]

Okay, Annleigh. That’s just offensive. [Right. But. Talk to Maya. She’s right here having ridden in on freaking horseback, and isnt her dumb, imaginary airheaded sister. She tries to bounce back and smile.]

Damn, Maya. That’s the most extra prom entrance I’ve seen. And I go to private school.

[mayavericks]

[Maya, at least, seems distracted enough by trying to get off of Fidella (Cassandra had made it look so easy, too). She doesn't notice the one-sided bickering until she speaks again.]

I'm sure I could have managed more. [A shrug!] You look wonderful though, Farrah.

[brokeforgood]

Thanks! My dress is hideous. [She does a little flounce, admiring the rainbow shimmers] I love it.

I really don’t think you could do much more, though.

[mayavericks]

It's very you. [Maya pauses for a moment, before flushing just a little.]

Not that you are hideous. Just -- a beautiful disaster.

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah’s trying to figure out if she should be offended by this, or charmed by the fact that Maya just called her beautiful.

She makes a mental note to tell Janis that this, very frustrating part of Maya, is the un-hot part of her.]

Well—- Thanks, I guess.

[mayavericks]

I -- [Maya's huff is embarrassed. She puts her hands to her face.]

I'm sorry. Truly, I did not mean anything ill.

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah snorts, half a smile materializing across her face when she realizes Maya’s embarrassed.]

No. I get it. The term’s hot mess, by the way.

[mayavericks]

That's it! That's the one!

[Maya looks somewhere between delighted and relieved. At least Farrah doesn't seem like she's about to kill her. Again.]

Are you enjoying yourself, then?

[brokeforgood]

Oh, for sure. I mean—- a sophomore at prom! That’s so lucky of me. [And she only had to die for the privilege!!!

She does not say this part out loud. But only barely.]

It’s nice to see everyone all dressed up nice, and having fun.

[mayavericks]

We deserve this. We all do.

[She smiles down at Farrah.]

Especially you.