who: sharpay & @llouieduck where: the evans’ house
Bringing a date to her parents’ dinner party hadn’t been exactly high on the list of Sharpay’s priorities, but once things had gone so horribly with Troy, she felt like she needed the extra shield layer. She probably could’ve found someone on her own, without the promise of throwing in some cash if he came through, but she needed someone distinguished enough to be almost at her level--not some nobody off the street. The Ducks had money, or rather, their uncle did, but they were cute enough, and related close enough to wealth that she could get away with taking the technical youngest as her date to this dinner party. With instructions to arrive a few minutes before the rest of the guests did, Sharpay pulled Louie into her room to debrief before they were in public. “Okay,” she said as she closed the door, “I have few rules. One: do not let a single soul know why you’re really here, two: don’t get sloppily drunk, and ... I guess that’s it.” Sharpay tugged on the collar of his shirt, straightening it before taking a step back to take him in. “Oh, actually, third is that you just stay until dessert, and let me know when you’re going. I don’t want to look like a ditz in my own house, looking for my date. Sound good?”














