School dances. Can be cringey at times, but you were going with your best friend Peter, so it wouldn’t be so bad. After getting ready with Jean and Storm, you made your way down to the outdoor training fields and began searching for Peter. You saw him at the food bar, spiking the punch with a bottle of cheap vodka. Typical Peter. He looked good, as usual. This time, he was actually trying though. He was wearing a button up and dress pants, surprisingly. You smiled, walking over to him.