PROMPT: I wish you would write a fic with timebomb in prom
“Prom is a social construct made for privileged people who actually had fun during high-school,” Jinx complains while checking her make-up. Vander and Silco laugh from the front seats, and Ekko sighs.
“You willingly paid 40k for the invitation.”
“I wasn't going to let any skank think she can have her way with you just because I'm not there!”
“Powder, language,” Vander warns, pulling up to the venue. Jinx mutters a sorry and folds her arms, Ekko snickers.
She fixes his tie, which matches the color of her dress, and they join their classmates outside the venue for pictures with the photographers. The main organizer is running around to make sure everything is going according to plan, and Jinx thinks this is all so corny, that they'll see each other on the streets and never say hi ever again after tonight, but she grips Ekko's bicep with a sort of future nostalgia and leaves a lipstick mark on his cheek.
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