three-shot drabble. au, separate from Polite. piper= sable dante= smoke theo=strong
She looks…well, she doesn't look perfect. There's that tiny gap between her front teeth, that one that seems to get bigger and bigger the more she looks at it. Her eyes are too weirdly green, her hair too black for her pale skin. Piper likes her dress, at least; it's sea-foam green, to match her eyes, lace sleeves and a lace back. She wears her hair in an elegant pile atop her head; her sister did it for her, because she's hopeless at attempting anything that is not a ponytail. But it's a special occasion, after all. Piper wasn't sure if she was even going to prom, but Dante asked her, and she had to say yes. She doesn't look perfect, no. At least she can say she looks kind of immaculate.
Dante picks her up, handsome in his black suit, his brown hair tied back for once. They go to their prom, and they dance. He towers over her, and she smiles at him, ignoring that tiny monstrous gap between her front teeth.
"Hey, excuse me for a minute," Dante says, untangling her hands. He disappears through some door- for a smoke, perhaps, and she doesn't blame him. Not much, anyway.