I only smile in the dark

Sounds like every other Upper East Side douchebag I used to go to school with and avoiding them was how I spent most of my time. Thanks though. Creepy Chris… I’ll keep that in my mind. Faye wasn’t in the limo, was she? It was hard to keep track of the guest list in between all the glaring and tulle. Uh, anyways. If I’d known you were gonna look this nice I might have gone with a better tie, you know.

Believe me, if Chris decides you’re worth pestering, you won’t be able to avoid him. No, she wasn’t. Not a fan of Cooper for some reason. Besides, she had a date with the Yaris I rejected. I can get you the list, if you like? [ rolling her eyes and shoving him a little ] Shut up, Salvatore. My folks work in fashion, you really think I wasn’t going to have the best of the best on prom day? Your tie’s fine. You wanna get a drink?

My hands are off the table. How would I even manage to…? You know what, nevermind. I uh, got a question though about that limo ride in. Did that Chris dude do something to like, half the population in there or was I just not reading that right?

[ opening her mouth as if to explain, but stopping when he said to ] Uh... Chris is... not okay. He never should’ve been in the limo in the first place. He tried to spread some rumours about him and Faye; beyond that, he’s been hella creepy with some serious Ted Bundy vibes ever since he moved here. Just... stay away from him, okay?

That is a lot of glitter…

Touch nothing. You’ll be finding it in your underwear for months.

Joey: Yeah

Joey: Yeah, it's about Rachel & I'm sure you've already heard she's going with Keith so.

Joey: Done

Joey: No need to get me a corsage, I'm just a simple guy x

Isabel: No. No I had not.

Isabel: Thank you for that information.

Isabel: If you think I'm going to prom without a guy in a matching corsage you're insane, Salvatore

Isabel: If we're doing this, we're doing it right

[ very long delay ]

Joey: I thought you didn't have the same struggles? But me using this as an opening angle is diabolic... You can't kid a kidder, Valentine

Joey: Yeah, I bet NOT having to spend the whole of prom being dragged into being a 3rd wheel to the prom king & queen doesn't count as a benefit

Joey: The royals being Cooper & Juliette

Joey: Don't call me filius nullius again

[ a few moments of delay ]

Joey: Through your window, man. RAN across town.

[ many moments of delay ]

Isabel: She won't be prom queen

Isabel: Is this about Rachel? She's going with someone else, isn't she?

[ more delay ]

Isabel: Okay, filius nullius. I'll do it

Joey: Isabel, look, I'm sorry to just say it like this. I know it's not a big thing or a thing, even and maybe you had other plans but I think maybe you didn't. Because we both want to go with other people but they are going with other people. Who they're dating, seriously. So what can we do, right?

Joey: I mean, this. We could do this.

Joey: If you want to

Joey: Please

Isabel: Using this as your opening angle is diabolical.

Isabel: I don't know who you think I wanted plans with, but you're way off base, filius nullius.

Joey: Don't make me say it

Joey: Can you not

Joey: Look, will you go to prom with me. Tonight.

Isabel: Wow

Isabel: I'm so overwhelmed

Isabel: A promposal on the day of prom and you won't even answer my question?

Joey: Hey, so. Remember that time you made me run all the way you to your place, climb up and through your window, just to pretend to your mom that we'd

Joey: You remember

Joey: ?

Isabel: Can't say I recall, Joseph.

Isabel: Pretend we did what

Three, that’s- thank you, we’ll go with that. Uh… [awkwardly fidgeting with the helmet like wow look how interesting these scuff marks are. Is that an image of Jesus? Maybe.] Do you need a… date, to like… prom? I’m basically- I would like to take you to prom.

[After having raided the football locker for some ill-fitting protective gear including helmet and whoever’s jersey, and deciding against his better judgement to drop the mouth-guard, Robbie finally felt as if he had built up enough courage to approach his worst nightmare, Isabel Valentine. This was his Hail Mary.] Hi. I- Hold on. [removes the stupid helmet. This was a bad idea. Abort mission. No. Stay cool.] Hi, Is. How’s it… hangin? 

@icy–isabel

Hold on—

… That was me playing the world’s smallest violin for you and your prom campaign. Anyway. We all know that Maddie Hannigan is the real prom queen. God save her.

“You should absolutely not tell anyone you heard this from me, because peddling the competitions product is supposed to be bad for business, but I think Rhonda’s coffee might be getting better. Lyndsy’s either has to step their game up, or sell out to Starbucks. Woah, nope, forget I said that, too. This is what happens before adults have enough pick-me-up in the mornings. Drink your coffee and stay in school kids.”

“Mr Moore, how dare you. You should be ashamed for even thinking that Lyndsy’s is falling behind in the market. How ever will you live with yourself knowing that you’ve turned your back on your family for Starbucks?” While needing her glasses due to being human, Isabel casually slid them up on to the top of her head, not wanting Daniel Moore looking at her with her ugly ass children’s glasses.

No. No. Let me make this perfectly clear. I’m not interested in whatever cookies you’re trying to sell or give to me. I don’t care if you’re head of the committee of saving puppies, I don’t care if you’re the nicest person on the planet. I’m not voting for you or your friend or your boyfriend, or whatever. 

Mmm hmm, yeah. Listen, I gotta go. Some chick is getting harassed by campaigners and you know much conflict calls to me. Later. [ hanging up on Cooper ]