The night has finally arrived.

You stand in front of your portrait mirror, pulling your sleek black tie firmly into place up to your top button. Popping your shirt sleeves out of the blazer sleeve, you run a hand through your hair, combed to the side for a sleeker look, as oppose to your general shaggy, 'just got outta bed' look that's so common when you're not in school.

The final look was actually pretty dashing. A darkened grey suit that hugs your form, alongside matching trousers, with a waistcoat to polish off the three piece itself. Your shirt is a cool light blue, almost white, finished with your matte black tie. A smile forms on your face.

"You look like shit, as usual." A northern accented voice says to your right. Glancing to your left, your grin grows bigger. Danny is your best friend, whom you met on a course funded by your school based on leadership skills, and you two hit it off almost instantly. That weekend was hellish for work, but you two probably didn't help it by throwing pranks all night and getting an hours sleep tops.

"Well, I have to look as shit as you, otherwise the girls would flock to me." You retort. It was a joke, mind, since you already had a date to go with. Danny, however, didn't, as he was here at your express invite (being such an upstanding student, you managed to pull another invite), so he was here to get merry and have a good time.

Your friend shrugged, a cocksure grin on his face, "We northerners have a way, you know. I'll be fine," he grinned devilishly, before shaking his head, "Well, prom starts at the Starsound Lounge in about an hour, so whether you want to surprise your girl before going, hang out here, or go meet with someone else, you have to choose." He finished, before putting his circular sunglasses back on before heading downstairs. That man had an obsession with looking fly.