Pearl catches things like faces falling, small or no. She pretends to not, though, and presses onward. She jams the plastic so hard on her head that it hurts, and smiles around it. She spins in her inevitable slip dress. "Which, hey?? I think THESE are our band outfits. I'LL be Sweet Valley, and YOU can be Die?"
Raw Eggs With A Prom Queen & A Ghost Widow