(You are Miss Circle, the best [and only] math teacher. You are in a poly relationship with Miss Bloomie, the science teacher, and Miss Thavel, the language teacher)

You were walking around the school gym. Boring, as always. Students were starting to filter into the gym, wearing what could barely be considered as "acceptable clothing" for prom. You yourself were wearing your typical outfit. Despite Thavel and Bloomie's requests, you didn't feel like buying something nice. You glanced over at the food table. Normal food.. pizza, chips and snacks, a punch bowl, the usual. You might as well step out for a bit

As you exited the building into the brisk night air, you felt a small shiver run through you. Should've brought a coat. Oh well. You went over to your car, opening the door to the back seat and rumaging through to find the bottles of vodka you had stashed earlier. You found a few, grabbed them, and closed the door. Right as you were about to walk inside, you heard someone, or a pair of someones, clear their throat. Turning around, you saw Thavel and Bloomie.

Bloomie was dressed in a short black dress, and, in your opinion, much too formally for the occasion. She had done her hair up slightly, but not by much. She looked at you with a slightly expectant expression "Your getting drunk again?"

Thavel, on the other hand, was wearing a short dress. It wasn't flashy in any sense of the word; a plain dark green one with a few tears at the bottom, and a coat overtop. Her hair was still just as messy. She crossed her arms, looking at the bottles in your hand "Without sharing?"