#normal:event3

Scanning the room once she’d successfully countered the male to a decent vantage point, Vi took note of everyone nearby. Susan from the cheer team, Chris from her chemistry class sophomore year, that one senior whose name she could never remember who always looked at her for a second too long, Jamie…

Jamie who was, for the moment, sans Edwina. Making it the perfect time for her to draw him into a much needed discussion.

She had more or less been avoiding him since their shared night in the woods, but her need to tell him about what she had discovered at Alberione far outweighed the fact that she wanted infinite time and space to figure out why she had unconsciously allowed herself to snuggle up with the number one agent of chaos in her life.

Since Edwina was still nowhere to be found after probably a little bit too long of an observation period, Vi decided not to hesitate any longer. A plan came to mind as soon as the first chords of a song she knew was slow came blasting through the rented speakers, and she was determined to put it into motion.

“May I have this dance?” she asked, approaching Jamie with her formal offer with all the false confidence she could muster. It wasn’t going to be weird unless either of them made it weird, right? “And before you say no, you probably shouldn’t say no.”

@devilsward​

Keeping her eyes peeled for the blonde as she quickly scanned the room, it wasn’t hard for her to zero in on Dolly. Before she had even really made the conscious decision to move, her feet were taking her in the girl’s direction, red dress flowing behind her as she made a beeline straight for her to catch her while she was alone.

“Hey,” she greeted, unsure of exactly how to approach things. The two girls weren’t exactly friends... but they also weren’t not at least friendly?

“I just wanted to thank you for your Alberione tips. I just kept asking them questions about themselves that they were happy to answer and they never asked me a single question about myself so I think I’ve endeared myself to them.”

Edwina could only assume it was some sort of inner demon holding Violet’s yearnings for Norman captive. How could anyway watch The Kissing Booth and not want a passionate kissing session with someone 3x your height in a gazebo while it rained? On a mission to be nosey as fuck, Edwina approached Violet when she was alone.

“So. . . How was Alberione prom?” she started casually. Edwina waited a few seconds to soak in silence before jumping straight into things. “So this whole Norman thing. . .” she trailed off, eyes panning towards the charming mayor’s son shaking the hands of those who were applauding his performance. The guy really did seem to have it all (well, all except for Violet’s genuine adoration and perhaps the knowledge of what it feels like to be inside a woman). 

“You said you don’t really like relationships. . . Have you had one before?” 

// @violet-matthews

People were staring at her, whispering. Not that it was a strange development at all in terms of her normal life. Whispering was something Holly was used to, even in conjunction with Norman, but that didn’t make it any less awkward. Her face was nearly the same color as her hair as she pulled Violet away.

“I need you to give me three good reasons as to why I won’t slap the shit out of him in front of God and everyone.”

She was beyond mortified at the moment and wanted to sink into the ground to disappear. Prom was a bad idea. Prom was an absolutely terrible no good horrible idea. “Also, you might want to figure out how to explain to your dad why people might think that the mayor’s son, the sheriff’s daughter, and the witch’s abomination are in an ungodly throuple. He actually fucking followed through with it. He actually fucking sang to me just to win your affections. The sheer stupidity and commitment that takes is baffling. I want to be impressed. I would be impressed if my first instinct wasn’t the grab the punch bowl and beat him to death with it. But I’m not sure we can really afford another murder around here.”