"Exactly. What's the point of being charge of something if you.. well, don't take charge? If I was President, you'd better believe that we'd see some improvements around here," Alex replied, rolling her eyes once again. It was sort of her automatic reaction to the whole bunch of them. "It can't be that much work, considering that they don't do shit."
Scrunching up her face, as if she were smelling something foul, Alex waved a hand in the air, rather dismissive herself. "Ugh, please. It seems like every time that I turn out, they're multiplying or something. I'm just wondering when my ugly cousin will just get it over with and go join them."
She didn't really care one way or another if Sera got turned around, it could work in her favor if she did and it could work in her favor if she didn't, but she would string Max along as best as she could. "You'll get her," she cooed, only a little mockingly as she reached over and took his arm again, squeezing it gently through the sleeve of his jacket.
"He'd surely listen to you. He probably loved a proper young gentleman like you.. so much better than that little slut, parading around here. I'd love to get some.. candid photos. Hell, not just for daddy, but just to.. you know, hold onto," she suggested. She cracked a devilish smile at the mention of love letters. "They do, don't they? Overdramatic much?"
It certainly wouldn't hurt to have a few compromising photographs of the student council, that was for sure. Even if she didn't get to use them tonight, there was always time later to blow them up for the yearbook or something. She'd find a use.