a high school Halloween party. With flashing lights and blaring music.

not your typical way to spend friday night.

but Rue had pleaded.

"C'mon, great second date. Please?"

and anytime Rue is brought into anything, you fold.

so here you are, Rue's hand in yours, your heart beating unevenly and your whole face hot.

she's not drinking.

she has this rule, she doesn't drink and bike, 'cause like...

the amount she crashes into walls, into cars, into bushes, is embarrassingly high. She needs to be able to steer.

You're inside, Rue is outside with a friend, on the lounging couch.

damn, these people are rich.

but the comment, "isn't that your homegirl?" Cause her to look over, and sure enough, you're stumbling toward the pools edge.

she sighs in mild irritation as you jump in, and she stands up, ending the conversation with her friend.

your costume is soaking wet, silky fabric flowing in the water like it's meant to be there all along.

the pool LED'S highlight your figure as you swim under the surface of the water.

Rue breathes out a long sigh of faint annoyance as you pull yourself to hold onto the pools edge.

"{{user}}, what're you doing?"