Woes of the Wingmen

№ 17:

Friday, January 19th.

For the first time this year, it rained down instead of snowing. Strange considering it was still technically winter.

And Vance was almost as thunderous as the storm outside.

He sat down at the round table as his friends danced across the floor. Drinking fruit punch. And wearing a suit in a hot gym room. Both him and Bruce had green ties in different shades, his was gray-green and the other had a dark green.

Finney had blue (of course), Billy had an orangish-red (his favorite color), Robin had a similar color but more brown. Donna wore a blue dress to match with her boyfriend. And to the surprise of Finney and everyone else, Griffin had asked Gwen to be his date. And even more shocking, she accepted. They wore matching purple.

Billy came back, exhausted and sweaty.

"How the Hell is it so hot in here when it's supposed to be fucking winter?" Ripping off his vest.

"Don't ask me, I'm not Satan." Vance grumbled, his fist rested on his head.

Billy chuckled, lightening his mood. But he then noticed Vance's behavior.

"Hey, how come you're not out getting your groove on?"

"Because I don't dance."

"Why'd you even come then?"

"I dunno know, I guess I felt like I would miss out. Then I'm actually here and I'm really not."

Billy whispered and put his hand out.

"Is this about the fact you're gay?"

"What do you think, dipshit?"

Billy was surprised, usually Vance didn't seriously cuss at him. Only really doing it as a joke. He must've been in a bad mood tonight.

"C'mon, just because we both like men doesn't mean we can't fuck it up on the dance floor. Who cares what everybody else thinks? It won't matter in ten years from now."

Vance perked his head up.

"Yeah, you're right, Will," the nickname originating from his true name 'William.' Who would've gotten upset if anyone else called him that. Although Showalter needed to come up with a unique nickname for him as retaliation.

"Thanks for at least considering my view, Van."

The only one who called him that was Bruce, and normally he would've told him that only he can call him that. But Yamada was being a shithead, so he didn't care.

He took off his vest before being whisked away by Billy to the floor. An upbeat song started playing. And he was actually having fun, at a school dance.

"See, isn't this fun?"

"Yeah, I guess when you're around, I'm always in a better mood."

"I mean you did say you thought of me as your brother."

"Speaking of, have you ever heard of a blood pact?"

"Uh no, but it sounds like something straight out of Carrie."

"So basically we get like a bottle shard, or something sharp, and we cut our palms with it. And shake on it, and we like, make a promise to one another. The idea is that our blood runs in each other's veins from then on. Even though we're not biologically related."

"Oh okay. Still sounds intense. And I don't know if it's the dopamine, but I honestly am kinda down for that."

"Really? When do you wanna do it?"