Photos, snacks, and dancing.

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Hunter was anxious, something that almost never happened to her, but mostly her anxiety was stemming from her fear about screwing up. It had taken some convincing, with the baby being late and all, for her to get Michi to actually come out tonight. She had promised that it would all be fine, and now she had to make that true. She had been watching the punch all evening, even tasting it now and again, to make sure it was safe for the younger girl to drink. One could never know with Blue Ridge punch, and if there was tequila or a potion or something in there, she'd rather find out herself.

She was trying not to be a drag, but as much as she kept grinning and assuring Michi that it was all good, she was pretty worried. What if her water did break or something, after Hunter had basically begged her to leave the house tonight? If Mars or Tatum had to deliver Monkey in the middle of the dance floor, she didn't think Michi would forgive her. She was mostly just hoping he would stay put for another twelve hours or so.

They were currently swaying slightly to the music, Hunter looking over the top of Michi's head to see if she could locate Mack. She had been trying to keep her and her little hobbit close-by, in case anything did go screwy. That little ginger had to at least know how to like, check for the head or something. Though Hunter had her suspicions that if Michi went into labor and the responsibility fell on Tatum, the kid would probably faint. Sighing a bit, the blonde rested her chin on top of her fiancee's head.

"Havin' fun?" She asked, tightened her arms around her a little as one slow song switched seamlessly into another. She was never much of a waltzer, but it was prom.

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Michi had not intended on going anywhere. Monkey was due any day now, granted she was late but Tatum and Hunter had both insisted that it was totally fine. Still, she was nervous and she wanted to sit tight all night in the apartment in case she went into labor. It was a guessing game but she felt like a ticking time bomb. Every little kick made her jump, her heart was in her throat pretty much the whole time. She had tried to argue that she did not want her water to break in public, that she was too huge to move, that she had nothing to wear, that she would not give birth in King's Hall at prom. Hunter had practically begged though and she never lasted long against the blonde's pout.

She moved slowly, probably more slowly than ever before. She felt ridiculous as well and she smelled like pineapple. She was practically waddling around, only capable of swaying to the music. This was sure to go down as the worst prom in history.

Michi snuggled into Hunter as they swayed though, feeling comfortable and warm in her arms. She rested her head and sighed. "Yeah baby, it's alright," she didn't want to let on that she felt like she was dying. "I know I'm not good for as many moves as usual," she grimaced. "I'll just have to owe you."

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Announcement of the best costume winners, more dancing, and everyone gets ushered out of King's Hall.

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Dani had been avoiding Eden for a long time, ever since admitting to Tatum that she had feelings for the other girl, she couldn't help but feel sick every time she saw her. Eden was the kind of girl who flirted a lot, so why had she never flirted with Dani? What was wrong with Dani that she hadn't even registered on the other girl's radar? And not only that, she had seen what had happened to Charlie and Alex and quodpot. She couldn't let a stupid crush ruin quodpot!

But there she was, so stupidly cute in her wolf costume. They looked like they belong there together. Dani adjusted her hood and with butterflies in her stomach, finally approached the younger girl. "Hey," she said lightly. "Looks like we planned," she tried to laugh but it sounded a little strangled coming out.

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It had been a pretty easy choice of costume once Eden had found out that Dani was going alone, and she grinned when the other girl spotted her. "Well fuck, somone's gotta make sure ya being looked after" she said, pushing the hat up on her head and sniffing at the punch suspiciously.

"Y'all got somethin' better than punch on you?"

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"Hey, what's the s'posed to mean?" she asked, grinning. Had she dressed like the on purpose? What the hell was she doing? Dani couldn't fight the blush that was creeping in over her cheeks.

"Hell yeah, I always got something a little better," she reached into the inside pocket of her cape and handed over a flask of whiskey, her all time favorite. It was no wonder her cousin sometimes called her a man.

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Tatum was definitely less than enthused about going to prom. It looked nice inside of King's Hall, and Mack did look so dapper in her coat. She had even gotten a dress that, aside from the obnoxious yellow color that seemed to draw the gaze of anyone she walked by, wasn't so bad. She was sort of okay with the fairy tale theme, once she realized most people were just picking Disney movies. She was pretty sure that she had seen both Shelby and Leland dressed as Hercules. It definitely could have been worse and she appreciated what Mack had done, both talking to her step-mom and putting the ladies at the dress shop in line, but her mind was entirely elsewhere, anywhere but at the dance.

She was still focused on the scratches on Mack's back that they still hadn't shown to Kia, or Ichirou. Good lord, if they told, they'd have to explain how they got there in the first place. Their exploits up against the wall of change room at the dress shop were not something she was ready to discuss with her Headmaster or her girlfriend's sister. She hadn't even told Sam or Tito, though she figured that they would know what to do best of all. They usually did when it came to the wolf stuff. Mostly, she felt ashamed. She had known for a fact that she needed to be more careful now, that she was infected by something that wasn't going to go away, but sometimes when the full moon was far enough off, she did still forget. Her nails had scratched down Mack's back days ago, something stupid that she always did but should have known better than to do now, and still the marks hadn't healed up yet. Accidents always served the purpose of bringing reality home. She was a monster, and even just the dragging of her fingernails over her girlfriend's back, just enough to barely break the skin, was enough to contaminate her. It was easy enough to feel bad for Sam and his dad, they hadn't asked for this and it certainly wasn't their fault, but for herself she only felt contempt. She had been so dumb. She never should have even touched the blonde, or anyone for that matter. How was she supposed to be trusted with a baby in the house?

Which was another worry running through her brain. She hadn't seen Michi or Hunter yet, but they were supposedly coming, and she was definitely concerned about this dance tonight. What if something happened? If Michi went into labor, she couldn't panic and pass out or anything. That would leave her with nobody to deliver her baby on the dance floor except Marney Sykes, and she didn't think her friend would forgive her for that one. She had to stay focused, and remember that she did have a vast medical knowledge, despite how much her brain would tell her to bail if things got messy. Really, she was just hoping that the kid would stay up there for a few more days or so anyway.

She didn't realize how lost in thought she was until she realized Mack was speaking to her, and she hadn't heard a word of it. Tightening the grip that she had on her girlfriend's hand, the redhead tried to stand on her tip-toes a bit, peering around to see any of their friends she could find. "What?" Tatum asked finally, remembering she still had no idea what the blonde had just said to her. She had seen Sera walk by in her Prince Charming outfit, and the younger girl looked.. well, ridiculous, but surprisingly dapper in her own right. Cinderella was totally a stupid fairy tale though, Beauty and the Beast had to be where it was at.

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Mackenzie had sensed her girlfriends lack of enthusiasm towards prom. At first, she had thought it was because of the dress, and so she had convinced her step-mom to back off on the frilly pink dress assignments. They had found Tatum a stunning dress that the younger girl had liked, and Mack had liked even more. Things had gotten hot and heavy after that, and Mack left the dress shop with a satisfied girlfriend and a smirk on her face. The blonde thought that things could go smoothly after that, they could go to prom and enjoy themselves. Of course, things never did go the way she really wanted them to.

The scratches on her back that Tatum had inflicted during their little romp in the dressing room hadn't healed. They hadn't even really scabbed over, which was starting to worry the both of them. It wasn't near the full moon, and Mack had thought they would be okay. Tatum had always been a bit of a scratcher, it hadn't crossed the blonde's mind at all that the wolf thing could effect that. She had been bandaging up her back since the dress store, but she knew if it didn't heal soon, she would have to go to her sister. She knew that it was worrying Tatum. More than making her worried, it was probably causing her to draw up inside herself again. The younger girl thought of herself as a monster and Mack was slowly trying to convince her otherwise. And to top everything off, Michi was due soon.

Mack had hoped that prom could be something fun and special, a way to take her girlfriends mind off all the stresses of their everyday life. By the look of Tatum's face, it wasn't working so far. The girl looked tense and fidgety. Mackenzie noticed that she was doing that thing that she always did when she was stressed out or worrying. The small redhead was biting her lip, and gripping the blonde's hand a little tighter than normal.

"Babe, relax," she said soothingly. "Everything's going to be alright."

She felt Tatum's hand tighten, but she knew that the girl hadn't heard her. The redhead was looking around, scanning the crowd. Mack chuckled, waiting for her to register that she was being talked to. Finally, Tatum acknowledged that she had been spoken to and Mack pulled the smaller girl to her. She wrapped her arms around Tatum's waist from behind and rested her chin on the girl's shoulder.

"Where are ya at, space cadet?" she said quietly, giving the smaller girl a peck on the cheek. "You look like this is the last place you want to be tonight."

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Out in the woods there's a party brewing.

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Right in the midst of things.

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"Have I not suffered enough?" Sasha pouted at Faith, following her around with his bunny ears. She totally owed him, this was just... martyrdom. At least twenty people had already teased him about his ears and the stupid cotton tail and every time he tried to take them off, he got a stern look.

"For the love of all things let us go home and watch a movie so I do not have to suffer the indignity of your public torture any further," he begged, taking Faith's hand in his and trying his best sad face (in stark comparison to the scowl he had been wearing all night).

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"You have never suffered enough" Faith laughed, straightening out Sasha's bunny ears with a slight smile. "Besides, we look cute. Don't you like looking cute?"

Faith rolled her eyes and patted his hand. "One drink. I haven't even had a fucking drink yet!"

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He sighed. "You can look cute whenever you want, in fact you are always cute. But I do not like looking cute. The others will try to pick a fight with me but I have promised not to fight tonight," he grimaced. "I need more vodka for this."

"Come. Let us make a very strong drink," he didn't care if he had to throw her over his shoulder and carry her out, kicking and screaming, he wasn't going to stay longer than that.

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It went without much saying that Tatum could never really understand Hunter. She was similar to Mack in so many ways, but then so different that it always threw the redhead right off. When she wanted to be, Hunter could be nice as could be, even downright helpful and sweet. But once she got a scheme into her head, or a dumbass idea, she just seemed to run with it. Where ever the common sense went, most of it seemed to have gone to Mack, while Hunter had gotten a double dose of spontaneity and impulsiveness. Without Mack around when she got the ideas, to firmly and sometimes rudely tell her that her ideas were going to get her into shit.. well, Hunter just seemed to run with them. Tatum, who worried and stressed over every little word or action she made, could never wrap her head around how anyone could just live with that kind of reckless abandon. Michi's pregnancy had helped, it seemed to be teaching the lanky blonde girl some semblance of responsibility and having their own apartment helped with that too, but Tatum couldn't help feeling that they were back to square one. They had been at the after party for an hour so far, and Hunter had already gotten tanked and ran off into the woods with a bunch of kids.

Mack had gone to find her and bring her back, probably dragged by the ear or hair, but Tatum didn't have high hopes for it. Mack had told her one time that Hunter had gotten so drunk over summer vacation in Texas, that she was lost for almost two days before Mack saw her again. Tatum mostly felt bad for Michi, pregnant enough to pop at any given second, sitting beside her and waiting. They had scoped out some lawn chairs by the bonfire that weren't in use, and they were comfy enough, but Mack still wasn't back, and Michi didn't look impressed in the slightest. Tatum didn't really know what to say, she had lots of opinions about how stupid and selfish Hunter was being to beg her poor pregnant girlfriend to come to prom and then get loaded on a dare and run off on her, but she kept them to herself. She didn't know how to voice them to Michi without sounding too much like a bitch. There was no way that the other girl didn't know everything that Tatum had to say anyway. Hunter's obnoxious flaws were no secret.

Most of all, Tatum was just praying that her friend wouldn't get too angry and go into labor or something. She was still worried about all of that. It was unlikely, but it could happen, and when babies came around finally, they rarely waited. She was the only capable set of hands close by, and she'd have to do if things went wrong. She kept on praying that wouldn't happen to them though. "I think i-it was the b-beer bong that got her," Tatum settled on finally, after several minutes of silence. "M-Maybe those rum chasers.."

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Though she was not happy about going to prom in the first place, it only got worse. She had tried to tell Hunter that she wanted to go home but the taller girl wanted to go to the damn after party. It was tradition. Michi was in the kind of worried mood that made her a bit snippy but still she didn't want to ruin the night for everyone. "One drink," she had tried to convince herself that it was true, that they would stay for one drink and then go home.

Hours later they were still sitting there. She was glad to have Tatum, at least someone would be there if she went into labor in the fucking lawn chair. She grimaced at the mention of her fiancee and what got her to get wasted and run off into the woods. "It's so fucking typical Tatum," she frowned. "Hunt gets wasted and runs off on some stupid mission because she just can't back down. That stupid bitch is probably wrestling some first year boy right now as we speak completely unaware of her responsibilities!"

"She's gonna be a dad like, practically any second and she's all over the place tonight! She dragged me out here and now I'm fucking stuck here," Michi groaned. "And it's not like I can go home god damn it! I'll lay awake all night wondering what the dumb ass is up to!" she hid her face, embarrassed and trying to calm herself down. "Thanks for sticking around Tate," she pouted. The last thing she needed really was to go into labor because she was so upset.

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If ever things could wind down, now is the time.

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Ace couldn't exactly remember the last time he had had a proper nights sleep, but patrolling the school grounds was an important task that he didn't think anyone else was up to. All night had had heard the party in the woods, but he'd stayed back as far as he could. He wasn't here to bust students, but if he did happen on any he was going to have to take them up to the school, so avoiding it seemed like the best idea.

He rested up against a tree for a couple of minutes, rubbing at his neck tiredly. In fact, he could feel his eyes getting heavy and his head lolling forward when it snapped back up, suddenly alert at the noise of breaking twigs. He pulled out his wand and squinted around the tree, but it was dark as shit. He was contemplating lighting his wand when a familiar blonde-haired kid bust out of the woods.

"Fuck- Hunter. Fuck!" he sighed, leaning back against the tree with a deep frown.

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Hunter had ended up a little bit drunker than she had intended. With everything that was going on, Monkey being late and the end of the school year with graduation looming so close, a few social drinks had quickly turned into several nervous chugs. She was going to be a parent, and a graduate, in less than a couple of months now. She had been doing exceptionally well, for her anyway, with keeping herself from getting totally loaded during most of the year so far. Her drinking had been very much under wraps. But this was prom!

Granted, it was high school prom and she was just a university kid along for the ride. Hell, had her own senior prom really been two years ago? No matter, it was a time for celebration. Who could say no to a beer bong at a celebration? Definitely not her.

She knew that Michiko was pretty irritated with her, she had tried really hard to hide how drunk she was from her fiancee, but to no avail. But she was also pretty sure that Michi was hanging out with Tatum somewhere now. That girl was like, basically a doctor or something. She could take care of it. Monkey was already late, what difference would staying up there another night or two matter? When a couple of guys from the Roanoke Quodpot team challenged her to a race through the woods, after she had been bitching loudly about her former house losing the Quodpot cup to Quirank and Appalachia of all houses, her responsibilities were the last thing on her mind.

Drunk and determined, there was no way she was losing to a bunch of kids, and she went full-tilt as she dashed through the forest, seemingly oblivious to the branches and things whipping by her face and getting tangled in her hair. She looked like she had been on the wrong end of a fight with the trees when she came bursting out of the foliage, just a few paces away from Ace. Her head whipped up at the sound of her name, and she stared at him wide-eyed, slightly hunched over and out of breath as she stood in the middle of the little clearing.

"My main man!" Hunter crowed happily, straightening herself up and glancing around. Either none of those stupid kids had even run after her, or they were completely slow. No wonder they had lost the cup. Either way, it was just her and her boss, standing around as she held a hand over her mouth and exhaled against it, trying to see how badly her breath reeked of liquor. Pretty bad, it seemed, as she fixed on her best charmingly drunk smile. "What brings you.. out on this fine evenin' here. I was jus'.. patrolling the woods, y'know. Keeping it safe," she explained, picking a big chunk of twigs from where they were tangled in her hair.

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"Have you been patrolling the keg? You stink" Ace grumbled, rubbing his face tiredly and frowning. "And don't you have a kid to be looking after yet?"

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The promise to Sasha of "one drink" had definitely turned into more of a "ten drink" rule, and Faith was feeling pretty buzzed. She got up from where she had been sat, held up by Sasha's shoulder and swayed slightly. "I have to go pee" she announced before stumbling into the woods until it was darker and there weren't any people by, or so she thought.

Rounding a big tree trunk, Faith nearly jumped a mile as she was face to face with someone else. It was just Hope, looking ridiculous. "What the fuck are you wearing?" Faith blurted, laughing drunkenly.

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Faith hated peeing in the woods but going to school in some podunk town in Georgia had forced her into the necessary evil, especially when she insisted on getting black out drunk at most of the parties. No one's bladder could handle the amount of booze that girl drank. Holding up her gown had been a true pain in the ass but she had managed. On her way back though she nearly pissed herself in surprise coming face to face with her little sister.

"What the fuck am I wearing?" she asked after catching her breath. "I'm fucking Cinderalla bitches!" she slurred drunkenly. "The real question is what the fuck are you and the hulk wearing?"

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"I'm not fighting you" Faith reminded Sasha, not exactly helping either by being as much of a dead weight as possible. She was mad at him for intervening, but grateful that he at least took her side mostly.

"You're the bimbo" she said, rounding on her sister. "But its nice of you to admit something is your fault for once. Unlike when you wouldn't own up to stamping on my Barbie with your giant, mutant feet when we were little! I haven't forgotten that!"

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"My feet are fucking perfect," she tried to get at Faith but Sasha's stupid arms got in the way again. Defeated, she settled on punching him in the chest. "It wasn't me anyways! It was probably that little whore Chastity!"

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Mackenzie had been less than impressed when she had finally located Hunter. Ace had called her as she was pushing her way through a mosh pit that had formed at one end of the party. Now she was trudging through the woods, half carrying the drunken Hunter back to where their respective girlfriends were waiting. Mack didn't want to scold her friend too much, but she couldn't deny that she wasn't a bit irritated. As if they didn't have enough on their plates the dumb blonde had to get pissed and run off. She knew that Hunter would be getting a few choice words from her fiance when they finally got back.

"You got yer'self into a right mess this time Hunt," she grunted, trying not to get too near the blonde as she helped her friend through the woods. Last year, this situation wouldn't be happening, she mused. They wouldn't have cared if they ditched their dates, in fact, Mackenzie probably would have already. She had never kept the same girl through the dance and the after party. She would have liked to believe that they were growing up, and that was it. Of course, this whole event was a good sign that they definitely had a lot more growing up to do.

"Look man, I know you're freaked out and stuff about Monkey, but you gotta keep it together! This definitely ain't the right way to be showin' Mich yer gonna be ready for the baby." Mack sighed, and shook her head. Her back was aching with the strain of carrying Hunter. The bandages were still holding, but she could feel a small trickle of blood slowly making it's way down. She would have to change the bandages away from Tatum when they got home, she didn't want to upset the girl anymore. "Y'all know you got me and Kia to help out with anything you need, right? I know I've been busy with keeping an eye out for Tatum but yer like...well you're my best friend. Bros before Hoes, right?"

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