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1st floor lobby- Thursday

Cordelia was sitting at the StuCo table, glittery sign and all, and more than ready to take your money in exchange for ticket sales. Moreso, she was willing to try and talk you into putting her name in the voting box for prom queen, because some things were just supposed to happen, okay.

She'd better not get glitter on her.

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Who needs to tell you how popular she is.

Dates to the dance are an acceptable conversation topic too.

"... Oh, right. Prom."

Some people said hello. Jackson walked into the lobby, took a look at the glittery sign, and said that.

"Yeah, prom," she said, eyebrows raised. "I'm sure I don't need to ask you to vote for me."

Said of course in a voice that said he'd better be voting for her.

Jackson shrugged.

"Didn't really have anyone else in mind."

Because he was profoundly terrible at being social and subsequently knew no one, but that was neither here nor there.

"Great," Cordelia smiled. "Because I've got this great dress that would be wasted if I lost. Not that I will."

Yes she would.

Also maybe if she talked up how prepared she was, he'd get that he should be asking her to it.

Quite possibly. But maybe he'd pretend to be oblivious for a moment.

"Well," he drawled, nodding, "it's good to believe in yourself."

Cordelia nodded back, and waited expectantly.

She figured this was his cue, see.

Sigh.

Okay, he could cave this time.

But he was also going to act like it was a chore to ask her because this date thing should've just sort of happened. "Would you like to go to the prom with me?"

Chore or not, she still smiled like it wasn't. "Of course. I thought you'd never ask."

Seriously, he'd been cutting it close.

Being nice and accomodating was just no fun!

At least he refrained from rolling his eyes. "I'll pick you up on Saturday." A beat, and he added dryly, "Wear something pretty."

See, that was a joke, because she always did and didn't need to be told.

"Well, hello!" Joker exclaimed with a smile. "Lemme guess: they put you here so that people will fall all over themselves to buy tickets, in the hopes that they might dance with you."

"Probably. But hope's all they're getting."

They wouldn't if you dashed them like that, Cordelia.

"Buying tickets?"

[Just about to head out for Cap 2!]

"Wow. Fail to take a compliment much?" Joker raised an eyebrow at her. "Is it the crutches? People get weird about the crutches." Well, whatever, he wasn't asking her to prom, after all. "Two, please."

Well fine, don't listen to a popularity sales pitch.

I'm so impressed I remembered. CONGRATULATE ME ON MY MEMORY.

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Mod your prom stuff

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