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Aedan was...not fashionably late, having missed almost the entirety of prom--but he'd somehow fallen asleep, absolutely exhausted, and had finally roused himself, only to realize the prom was undoubtedly well underway--even, possibly, wrapping up. It was a good thing he hadn't asked anyone to the dance, as it happened. Stepping through the door, he ran straight into Christi, eyes widening slightly as he immediately took in her...rather upset expression. For once, he eschewed a a teasing greeting, touching her forearm lightly with his fingertips and pitching his voice low. "Everything...okay?" he asked after a moment, wondering why she was leaving alone--hadn't she had a date???

The she-wolf stopped, and turned at the touch on her arm, looking at Aedan incredulously. Was she dreaming, or was that really him, looking at her funny. At least he had forgone the typical smartassed remark, which probably was the best decision he would ever make, if he planned on living for longer than a few seconds.

"Define 'okay'" she snapped, shaking her head in frustration. "Nice to see you show up afterall. I didn't figure you would." She tried to edge the conversation onto anything BUT herself and current situation. She didn't exactly want to admit she had been ditched.

Aedan made a face, half-tempted to stick out his tongue at her. "I...may have overslept just a bit." He said after a moment, trying to look like this wasn't the most embarrassingly stupid reason possible for missing most of the prom. Deciding that maybe it was best to ignore whatever had her so fired up, for now, he attempted a smile...that may have edged slightly into the territory of showing too many teeth.

"Have you found the food?" he asked after a moment, raising his eyebrows at her. "...and nice dress." This was said casually, with a slight motion of his chin in her general direction.

Mort was apparently too good at creeping tonight. He smiled to himself at how all he had to do was turn away and the witch was making new friends. "'Sir Secretary'?" he echoed with amusement as the doll saluted and promised him she had been very nice and not at all naughty (unlike her sister, who was still trying to pester Amrita, which of course she would never do). She toddled off back into the crowd as Belladonna pulled him into the waltz like they had practiced.

"Mrrr? N' why would they talk?" Mort asked in turn, the corners of his mouth turned up as he remembered the steps. "Crowned you twice now. If had issue, would speak up I'd think." He paused to let himself fall into the rhythm of the dance before asking in a softer tone, "How's it feel t'be queen?"

Hel wished she knew Mac was geeking…because then she would laugh. But she didn’t need a reason to laugh at Mac so…what did that say. Really.

“Oh…okay! We can slow down.” She replied, and that she did. She was just keeping in beat with the song…but hey, if Junko wanted to slow down, that was fine. “Mmm, ya! I am, actually.” She replied honestly. “I did not so much last year, but this year has been really…nice.” Hel nodded her head vigorously, making the bells of her hat jingle loudly. “Ya! I was wearing Mac’s first prom outfit…because I was taking Mut as her date for the first half…”

Hel hummed a bit, and caught that look Amphi gave her. Hel shot the mermaid back a wicked grin that spoke volumes.

She then turned back to Junko. “I call this a truce dance!” She announced, grinning. “I am over it now that I fought you, and got it out of my system…though I do have to say, I do not believe you when you say you do not fight!” Hel laughed. “Also, friend, how did I end up at the Nurse’s Office with Mac…?”

"Well, I cannot call you My King right in front of everyone!" The witch defended in a low voice, as though those imaginary people in their pretend kingdom were actually listening. The doll that preached her innocence made the witch smile, glad she had gotten even a small moment with the little thing before it was gone, off to see what other people she could pester and entertain.
Though it felt odd, the witch literally fell back into the waltz, pulling Mort into the lead role as best she could. They had even practiced this and still she felt like she might trip over her own feet. Or maybe that was just because she was dancing with her boilfriend and he was making her all sorts of bashful. Honestly, it was a toss up...

"Because they always talk." She told him in a chirp that quickly turned into the witch leaning closer to him, her voice dropping lower despite the volume of the music. Hopefully he could hear her, for it would be a shame to repeat herself. Especially given that he obviously remembered and she was not yet allowed to question him on it.
"Honestly? It feels much better this time... I prefer this one, for I do not have to worry about loosing you." At least, not tonight.
"And how does it feel to have crowned me, hmmm?" That was asked in a cheeky manner with an additional bounce as they moved.

Alexander had been doing his fair share of sneaking around as well. Mostly Student Council business things. If he hadn't been public relations, he probably would have left shortly after the prom court had been announced, ready to relax and be lazy in the comfort of his own dorm room. As it was, he didn't plan on leaving until everyone was gone, and then likely would be spending the night taking down posters and helping to clean up.

He had sat back and watched the festivities for a time, keeping one vibrant green eye on things and still hoping the event itself continued to run as smoothly as it had so far. Sure there had been a couple of small hiccups, like the gnomes misbehaving and the impromptu kareoke time, but all in all.....really not too bad for the student councils first event.

Now making his way around the dance floor, dancing alone, turning to bow at those he passed and giving them a tip of his hat, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of his two close friends as they danced together, and came up behind Belladonna to whisper, "Technically, I was the one who got to crown you tonight~"

Of course, he was just trying to tease the ghoul. His drink that had stolen his voice having worn off, it felt good to be able to talk again, even if just in whispered tones.

And then he was off again, to leave the other two alone in case he was interrupting a moment.

Aymet had (vaguely) given Thackery a (mostly invented) power, and with great power came far too much responsibility. He held a stack of somewhat official-looking contracts in his hand, but had failed to secure a portion of the blank contracts he'd used all of his Student Council Copy Credits. It turned out that stuffing a bunch of papers into your jacket really wasn't the best way to ensure that they didn't end up all over the ground.

He hid behind some of the decorations - none of which provided proper cover for anything wider than a few inches - and leering suspiciously at some of the more coupley looking pairs. He had a job to do.