Reno sauntered into the gymnasium, ignoring the underwater-themed décor. He didn't care about that, he needed to find the contenders for Queen and remind them all he was willing to accept any one of them on his arm for the night after the winner was announced. No sense playing favorites, since they all had their good and bad qualities, any of them could win. He had been serious to Rude, he wasn't wanting to hurt any of their feelings, since high school wasn't over yet, and he didn't wanna deal with a scorned classmate or a depressed one. None of the contenders would look as hot if they were psycho angry or crying. "Let's get something to drink before we mingle." he said to Rude, suddenly thirsty.

"Sure, I wanna talk to Tifa anyway." Rude replied as they headed that way .

"Huh? She's over there?" Reno looked towards the punch bowl. "All I see is someone's grandmot…" He blinked incredulously. "Are you kidding me? Um, I'm glad she's just your adopted cousin. Her gloves are totally the wrong color for that outfit." He gestured at her bright red elbow length gloves, cream-colored sweater with the sleeves pushed back to expose the gloves, and matching full-length skirt.

"It's your shade of red, what's your problem?" Rude retorted, striding up to the table. "One please, Tifa. I didn't know you were manning the bowl tonight. You didn't tell me."

Tifa smiled at the not-so-subtle complaint in his remark as she grabbed one of the disposable cups and filled it for him. "Well, this way no one will be able to either spike the punch or give you a hard time about being with your cousin."

"Aww, Teef, I told you that…" Rude started to protest as he took the cup from her, but Reno interrupted.

"Hey, Granny, could those mismatched gloves gimme some juice too?" Reno asked her. He stopped himself from adding a sarcastic tone to his words, since he realized that at least Tifa had a pretty face. But he couldn't tell too much else about her, her hair was up in a tight bun, and her sweater was kinda thick so it was hard to tell if she had decent breasts or not, and he couldn't see what kind of legs she had.

"Of course. And they're not mismatched, they match the punch if I spill on myself." she told him as she handed him his cup. "And it matches your weird hair."

Reno frowned and wandered off with his drink, not happy at his great hair being called weird. He shrugged it off, telling himself that she was a weirdo herself obviously. Spying Cloud and Sephiroth chatting together surprisingly friendly, he got an idea to deal with their presumption at thinking they were suitable to become Prom King. "So how are the president of the chess club and the lead actor of the drama club tonight?" he asked them with faked cheerfulness.

"Uh, fi..fine." Sephiroth stuttered, blushing. He was shy usually, unless he was facing someone on a chess board, then he boldly showed them no mercy. He was surprised to have been nominated for Prom King, and wasn't sure he wanted to win. He was also surprised to find Cloud easy to talk to, he never attended any of the drama club's performances and didn't know much about him til now.

"Or we were." Cloud sullenly muttered. He had been thoroughly enjoying his conversation with Sephiroth, but Reno seemed to always take some kind of joy out of rubbing him the wrong way.

"Oh, that way, is it? Sorry, dude." Reno smirked down at his blond classmate. "Lemme toast to the possible King and Queen then." He purposely lifted up his cup too fast so it spilled all over Sephiroth's light blue tuxedo and Cloud's white dress shirt. "Oh, now I'm really sorry." he said, acting like he was trying to help but spilling more on them.

"What's going on here?" Barret demanded, everyone surprised to have the school's athletic director appear so suddenly.

"Oh, I accidentally spilled my punch of them, Coach." Reno replied smoothly before Cloud or Sephiroth could say anything.

"You better go wash that out." Barret told them. "The showers are available, and we can probably find you something else to wear. C'mon, let's go." He nudged them towards the entrance to the locker room as an anticipatory sparkle lit up Cloud's eyes.

"Well, that's that." Reno smirked at getting his rivals out of the way, then spotted Aerith with her fellow cheerleaders and made a beeline to her.