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The punch was sweet but Chase seemed to prefer it that way, he certainly had a sweet tooth, and the punch was gone after a few couple of drinks. "Still," he started frowning slightly, he hated having been separated especially since in this life Kaia didn't know too many people and when they had first entered he could feel her nervousness.

"Serah?" He wasn't sure who the girl was and he wondered if they had ever really talked about her. He was a good listener, most of the time, but he wasn't sure about Serah. "Uh, pretty sure things are going to get pretty interesting now, saw a couple of people with the spiked punch. Alcohol does some pretty weird things to people," he mused casually glancing around them to look around.

"Anyway, would you care to dance?" He offered his hand to her having discarded his empty cup.

Genevieve's eyebrows went up a little then furrowed slightly as she thought about those songs. "Aren't those a little old though?" She'd heard the songs hummed or referenced before but the teen could swear it'd been by her mother. Maybe she was thinking of different songs. It bothered her that she didn't actually know and she'd once considered herself a pop expert. The music changed and she could barely make out the announcement of the King and Queen nominees. Some of the girls sounded familiar from school, and she was certain she'd been in the same baking class with Aurora before.
Pushing herself away from the wall she looked at Azzo. It was kind of weird that he was just standing there. Didn't he have friends? "Are you waiting for someone? I'm not trying to be too nosy it just strikes me as odd that a guy would be out here all alone without a reason and the only conclusion I can come to is that you're waiting for a date..." she took a breath. "But I didn't want to assume."

Kaia took another small sip of her punch and smiled up at Chase. He seemed genuinely concerned that they had been separated so long and, considering that she had been so distraught by being alone, she really did appreciate it. She simply reached out and set on hand on his arm briefly, squeezed lightly, and dropped it again. It was just to let him know that, while it had been an experience she could have dealt without, that she really was okay.

"Oh, right," she frowned as she realized that Chase probably wasn't going to recognize the girl by that name. She took another sip of her punch while she though about the best way to say it to him without anyone close by overhearing. "A pretty, bright haired General." That was vague enough that no one nearby should have understood, except maybe other soldiers undercover, but with enough information for Chase to grasp it. Hopefully.

Her gaze swept out to the crowd as he spoke about everyone likely getting drunk. He didn't have to tell her what that was going to be like, she'd read enough about the effects of alcohol and seen more than her fair share of consequential documentaries about it to know that the boisterous teenagers were about to become all that much more interesting. It wasn't likely to be something she was going to enjoy overly much.

Still, she was here with Chase, and this was their night - not a night to stress out about every little thing.

"I can try, at least," she said with a nervous laugh, shifting for a moment until she could find a small table nearby to set her half empty cup on. She probably wasn't going to finish it, so that was just as well. Then she gave Chase a shy smile and took his hand, squeezing her fingers in his. "I'm probably not very good at it though, so no laughing."

Guen nodded and obligingly turned toward the crowd, searching for a familiar face. It was hard to make out people with the 'mood' lighting and the crowd but she thought she spotted Fallon, dancing and hanging all over another - oh! She blushed furiously. Another GIRL. Well it wasn't like it was something Guen had never encountered before- but the sheltered girl had to admit to herself that she was somewhat of a prude. Besides the young lady who was obviously occupied, she spied a few other people she'd met dress shopping, but they all seemed to be dancing or busy with their dates.

Smiling apologetically, she patted Bebe's hand in a friendly manner. "It looks like everyone I know is wrapped up in their dates- but there's a crowd around the punch table, we can always start there?" Guen wasn't thirsty, but she also wasn't sure she was ready to dance. Besides, there was a pretty big crowd over there - she might have missed someone.

Nodding her head she couldn't say she really disagreed, though she didn't completely agree either, so she just nodded her head. Though plum eyes darkened a little as it dawned on her that Justin Bieber was older than her and Azzo was calling him a 'kid'. Did that mean he was much older or that he just had an old soul? It wasn't really worth mentioning so she moved on-- "I think I've had class with Aurora before but I don't really know her that well... Blue hair, tan skin, bakes really well... Yeah that's all I know of her." She ended it with a laugh but it made her a little uncomfortable to realize that most of the people she knew here were actually much older than she was.

"Stomaching the music would you like to go inside? You see I came stag because there was no way I was missing this but now that I'm here it's a little intimidating having to go it alone." That was kind of the truth, but she felt proud that she wasn't outright lying either. It was practically a first. "Plus you get the added benefit of telling your Grandmother that you were escorted about by a beautiful girl, yes?"

Genevieve was not above fishing for compliments from anyone, even complete strangers.

"Regardless," Senri resisted the urge to rake his hands through his hair, "Please limit your fun, will you? It'll certainly be bothersome if you stir up trouble." Especially in this city alone if the last incident was anything to go by -- Ariel being one of his agency's clients.

Senri didn't notice what Morgan seemed to take delight in; he had no need of jealous stares, or a beautiful woman to reconfirm his ego or arrogance. But he liked Morgan whose nature was similar to his own in that they could afford companionship without attachment.

"We can reacquaint ourselves later." He gently nudged Morgan into the crowd. "After all, isn't it your job to make friends or something." Not that Senri was really serious, considering how deadpan his tone was. Senri was already past this particular phase of high school, so it was understandable why Senri wasn't taking much of an interest in it. But Morgan was a different story entirely, wasn't she? "I'll be taking my leave now." And with a last smile to his old friend, Senri disappeared into the crowds.

The model maneuvered past the crowds to reach the refreshments and food. Senri picked up a cup of the spiked punch with a sigh bringing it to his lips to take a drink. Senri was no stranger to drinking, but he doubted that most males were. Still, couldn't they manage to acquire a higher grade of alcohol than this cheap liquor? Perhaps, Senri had expected too much, He considered the urge to slip outside to take a smoke, still debating it in his head as he leaned against the wall merely to observe the dance floor. His attention was caught by somebody else on the dance floor. Jada, was it? The last he had seen of her was in the ambulance. She must have not been hurt too badly if she had recovered sufficiently enough to attend prom.

He allowed his curiosity to take over, approaching the heiress from behind to take an advantage of a temporary lull in the song, "May I ask for the pleasure of the next dance?" He smiled politely to both Jada, and the same brown hair girl, Devi, recognizing her as the girl that had amused him so early on the dance floor.