Jun 11, 2019
“I don’t know what I was expecting prom to be like, but everyone standing around like this is a middle school dance is most definitely not what I imagined,” Thalia mused as she pressed her back against the wall, mostly as an attempt to catch her breath from all the dancing she had been doing. “I mean, I get that the music is shit, blah blah blah, but that’s no reason to be a kill joy, right? So what do you say? Wanna dance? And if the answer is no, just drink some of the punch and I promise you won’t care how stupid you look on that dance floor.” She was teasing. Mostly.
