Team Catradora

44 -Love

Prom was packed. 

People were everywhere-they were slow dancing with their partner, snacking on food, and sitting around, talking. Some sat on their tables, dresses and suits draping over the tablecloth. There was something in the air that made everything so fun, because this was it. Their last winter prom. 

Soon enough, they would have an actual prom. 

Catra took in the room with wide eyes. She cleared her throat, raising her voice over the music. "It's so...busy."

"Yeah." Adora laughed. "You shocked?"

Catra nodded. "I thought that it would be more intimate. It's a school dance, after all."

"It's prom!"

"Hey, I'm here. Don't make a big deal about it." Mermista said, from behind. She checked her gel nails, which matched her black dress. "So, I hear there's a photo booth, or..."

Adora grinned. "I heard that too." She gestured to the corner of the room, which had students of all ages lined up, in clumps of differing friends. They were all chatting and looking at their phones. 

Catra placed a hand to her chin, observing them. "You're so gonna make me take pictures with you, aren't you?"

"No, of course not!"

"I get it," Mermista said. "I don't like taking photos either. Sea Hawk always has the flash on."

"Ugh, that sucks." Catra shook her head. "So you two..."

Mermista shrugged. "I don't label things, either. He's...a guy that I date. And that's enough."

"I forgot you guys knew each other before." Adora facepalmed. "I guess I was the only one who didn't go to the library while you worked there."

"If you did, then we could have gotten to laser tag way faster." Catra nodded, and they all strode towards the punch. It honestly looked like cranberry juice, and it probably was. Catra gestured to the punch. "So, is there booze here or..."

"No," Adora said, far too quickly. She rubbed the back of her head. "I don't drink. When I do, things get...bad."

"Oh?" Catra smirked. "I like bad, you know."

"Well, I don't." Adora frowned. "What? Why are you giving me that look?"

"She was flirting." Mermista shook her head, and retrieved a drink from the bowl. "I could hit you up, if you wanted. But she's right. She's bad at drinking, and not in the fun way."

"I-it's not just that. There's teachers! Like I'd risk getting caught."

"Okay, fine." Catra took a sip of her punch. Mermista caught eyes with someone, and quickly dispersed into the crowd. "You raise a good point. There's a reputation to uphold, after all."

"Yeah, yeah." Adora waved bye to Mermista, but she was already lost in the sea of bodies. "At least she said hi." Adora shrugged, and sipped her own punch. It tasted like battery acid. She spit it back into the cup, and tried to rub the taste off her tongue. "Ew."

Catra laughed. "Oh, no. I think we'll find something else to do, then." Catra gave her a look, and Adora couldn't help but laugh. She synced her hand with Adora's. "So let me get this straight," she said, "you have one prom a year on top of the one you get when you graduate?"

"Yup." Adora waves around. "But I wouldn't say this is as formal as our actual prom dresses."

These dresses were formal, yes, but they were formal for winter. All the dresses were thick, most long-sleeved and turtlenecks, and none were as sparkly as a grad dress.