Holy Crap, this took me a long time to get out. And it's only okay. Whatever. Sorry for the freakish wait, I was away having an actual life… unfortunately.

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"Well, which is your favorite already?" Jinx sighed in exasperation, shoving two dresses with the exact same color scheme (black and pink, of course) into Elliot's face.

The teleportor looked up from where he was doodling on her wall and huffed in annoyance. He turned his back to her and started to draw a nasty caricature of one of their teachers. Jinx whirled around to look at Seymour, who was lounging on a chair on the other side of her room.

"And what about you?" She yelled accusingly. Both Seymour and Elliot gritted their teeth at harsh frequencies she was reaching. "Aren't you supposed to be the gayest straight guy on campus? Help me!" She wailed.

Seymour glared at her while Elliot snickered in the background. "If you want a best gay friend go chat up Tony." He said loftily, turning his back on her. "And besides, why would you need fashion advice just to go to some retarded dance?"

Elliot gave piercing look to the back of Seymour's head, which he dutifully ignored. Jinx sent a wave of bad luck, toppling Seymour out of his seat. "Bitch!" He exclaimed.

"C'mon Seymour. I really want to look good for this dance," he opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off, "not just good though. I want to look drop-dead gorgeous! I want everyone to see me come in and stop and stare because they know that they'll never look as good as me!"

"And I want a million freaking dollars, but that isn't going to happen, is it?"

Elliot turned around and quirked an inquisitive eyebrow, making the shape of a halo above his head. Jinx groaned in apparent agony. "Angel's at a heist remember?" She gave a sad sniff. "She's missing the one dance that we've ever had in the history of ever!"

"That is kind of weird." Seymour said slowly. "Why now, of all the times, of all the regimes, are we actually getting a recreational activity? I mean, it's not really Brother B's style to give us anything fun."

"Probably for some sinister purpose." Jinx said dourly, still surveying the two garments that she had draped over her bed. "But I don't care. Unlike you morons, I'm going to actually enjoy myself for once."

Seymour grinned. "You don't think he's going to blow the gym up do you? Like everyone's gathering around and dancing and then bang! And then he'll take our corpses and make a zombie army using robotic technology. Maybe he'll spare Mikron so he can build our new robotic bodies!"

Elliot smiled dreamily and began to draw a gigantic sketch of a robot Hive student.

Jinx scowled. "That is freaky." She said to Seymour, before turning to Elliot and looking at his drawing. "And so is that. Do you have to keep drawing on my wall?"

He pouted at her, motioning in protest. "Elliot, I never said that was your wall. Ugh, whatever, I don't know why I even bother. Seymour, which dress?"

He pointed at one. "I dunno, that one I guess."

She beamed. "Thanks." She grabbed the other one.

"Bitch!" He said again. "Why would you ask me if you were just going to take the opposite?"

"Because then I know which one wouldn't look good." She said calmly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I mean, have you seen what you wear everyday?"

"Yeah," he growled, "most of it on you."

Jinx and Seymour had the habit of exchanging clothing. Her almost nonexistent figure gave her access to the cuter side of Seymour's grungy shirts, jeans, and sweatshirts. She shrugged carelessly. "I mean the stuff you wear when stealing, it's ugly."

"It's functional." He said. "I don't know how you flip and crap in those ridiculous skirts. Can't you even try to be practical?"

She sneered at him while pulling off her clothes to get changed. "God, have some decency woman!"

Elliot turned back to look at the proceedings, turned bright red, and faced the wall hurriedly. "Like you guys haven't seen me half clothed before."

"It was different when we were kids!"

"Seymour dear, I know for a fact that you peek when I take a shower."

He flushed. When they were twelve Jinx had gotten wind that Seymour had been using his talents to observe her cleaning rituals. She beat the crap out of him through his protests of 'just wanting to see how the other half lived'. "That was a while ago."

"That doesn't erase it from history. Alright you pansies, you can look."

"You're done?"

"What did I just say?"

"You said that I can look, but since you're apparently into strip teases that could mean that you're not done dressing, but are making me look anyway." Seymour said, refusing to look back.

"I'm done." Jinx growled.

"Thank you."

Jinx snorted and turned back to the mirror. She coated her hands in gel and began to manipulate her hair into her favorite hairstyle. The boys watched in fascination as her hair began to resume the high shape they were familiar with. "Hey Jinx," Seymour said hesitantly. Elliot moved out of the way.

"Yeah?" She answered, still not looking away from the mirror.

"I thought you wanted to look good."

"What was that Seymour?" She turned about and gave him the ugliest look she could manage. He shut his mouth abruptly.

They spent a few quiet minutes as she worked with her hair. Elliot didn't turn away from his latest drawing on her wall. Seymour watched her carefully. After Jinx had finished she stood up immediately and made for the door. "Bye, boys."

Seymour rolled his eyes and got up, preparing to leave the room. Elliot teleported to his side at once and placed a firm hand on his wrist. "What?"

Elliot raised an eyebrow in response.

"I'm fine man, never better." The eyebrow didn't move. "I'm just worried is all. Jinx makes it a habit of falling too hard too fast, you know?" He sighed. "Whatever, we'll be here when she comes crashing back, I guess."

Elliot nodded. After all, what else could they do?