KNEEL BEFORE YOUR NEW QUEEN AND KING
Finally, this moment has come. You have chosen this year’s Royal Couple. Did you choose wisely? I will leave that answer to you. Without further ado, let’s see who won your hearts this year!
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KNEEL BEFORE YOUR NEW QUEEN AND KING
Finally, this moment has come. You have chosen this year’s Royal Couple. Did you choose wisely? I will leave that answer to you. Without further ado, let’s see who won your hearts this year!
He didn’t mean to drink too much of the spiked punch, he really hadn’t. Though with all the awkwardness that had been floating around him, it was kind of easy to let himself have a couple more than he needed. So, now here he was feeling all loose and happy as he practically hung onto the other. “Have I ever mentioned how nice your face is?” he asked them, smiling at them brightly and laughing. “Like, seriously, you are so pretty,” he said, lifting a hand and poking at the other’s cheek. “Like, it’s kinda unfair,” Axl said with a little shake of his head.
Axl Z. James - Barton’s Senior Prom 2016
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Lily: !!! Be careful! I heard the punch was spiked. It's probably just a rumour to issue the placebo effect or something but still!!!!
Lily: I mean, unless you wanna get drunk. Then drink to your heart's content, I guess?
It’s Just a Little Punch, What Could Go Wrong? || Warlaska
Alaska hadn’t been eating much today, considering that she had been too stressed out to remember it. Maybe that’s why the punch hit her harder than expected after a few glasses. Unaware that it was spiked, Alaska felt herself loosening up and acting bubblier than before. Walking through the dancing crowd, she grinned as she felt some random person spin her around. Looking up, she noticed to her surprise that it was Warren, her date for the prom. “Oh! Hi Warren!” she giggled, loudly. Dancing a little with him. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all night. Did I tell you that I love your jacket? It’s so shiny!” she gushed, excitedly. Toying a little with the material.
“Do you really think I would be dumb enough to spike the punch wearing this?” Warren raised an eyebrow at the teacher guarding the punch bowl and pointed at his golden, shiny, sparkly, swaggy jacket -- he looked like a Christmas tree. He predicted that he might be one of the suspects, so not wanting to get his hands dirty, he simply passed on the opportunity of becoming the prom hero. “Besides, I was on the dancefloor at the time this horrible, horrible crime happened,” he said before grabbing the hand of a person that was passing by. “I was dancing with that precious human being, right?” he looked at them with a cheesy smile on his face.
“What do you mean I have to pay for the spiked punch? You’re taxing me? This is, like, against my fifth amendment rights or something. Deny someone free booze on Prom Night?” Mal was saying, gesturing enthusiastically as he felt someone approach the punch table beside him. “Are you hearing this?”
MALAKAI PHILIPS / / BARTON HIGH YULE BALL 2016