"from matching slings to matching dresses," jordan mused, in reference to their vaguely coordinating outfits. "we're so in-sync." she said it as if the slings were a fashion statement, rather than a result of their shared trauma. "you look absolutely angelic, by the way. oh, and speaking of n'sync... which of their songs do you think would be best for karaoke?"

lights reflected off the golden glitter on jordan's skin, similar to the way it reflected off the disco ball above them. her shoulder was healed enough to leave the sling she and georgia had bedazzled at home, but she had still been avoiding too much movement while dancing. jordan, predictably, was enjoying herself. "will you sing with me?" jordan asked justice, tilting her head toward the karaoke machine, batting her eyelashes and pouting at her friend.