"What are you doing down there?", asked an aggravated Derek. He felt Allison prick at the skin of his leg with something sharp. It was the night he had not been looking forward to at all: Prom. He cringed at the word, knowing that his attendance was, for some reason, crucial to the pack. "If you'd stop complaining and let me do my thing, you wouldn't have to worry about that now, would you?", Allison retorted. She was attempting to fit his tux better to accent the frame of his body. Derek let out a low growl, glaring at himself in the mirror that he stood in front of. He slowly eyed himself: His hair was the usual disheveled way that it looked. He had a black tux on, with a white button up underneath, which seemed a bit on the tighter side, but he managed to ignore that fact. He sighed, completely unhappy. "Why is this thing so important to all of you, anyway? It's just some..dance.", he said, almost gagging and leering at Allison, who was now standing and fixing his jacket. "It isn't just 'some dance'.", she said, sighing. "It's our last prom. So we're going as a group..as a pack. Now lift your arms, I need to measure this.", she said, now smiling a little. Derek growled once more, quietly this time. "Well, I don't think this is all completely necessary.", he replied. Allison gave him a nasty leer, crossing her arms over her chest. "Derek, stop being such a..sour wolf.", she said, trying her best not to crack a smile. Derek looked at her, his face getting a bit red. Only one person had ever called him that. "Look..", he started, "I'm trying, I really am. But this just isn't me!" Allison, sighed once more, fixing Derek's jacket that was now a bit wrinkled. "Hey. Just try to have fun.", she said. "For Stiles. Please?" Derek swallowed, giving her a hard look. He sighed, and lifted his arms. "Let's just getthis over with.", he said, clenching his jaw together. It was clear that this was going to be a long night.