Mike & Kori
The longer the night went on, the stupider Mike became.
Or maybe it was just that he cared less and less about being seen or confirming everyone's suspicions that he was an idiot. Who cared about them, anyway? It was a damn uptight crowd in the safehouses. Whatever -- it had never been his goal in life to please everyone.
Nope. Which was why he now stood somewhere on the edges of the dance floor, still reciting lyrics from the song he'd chosen for the talent show whenever someone bothered to look at him. He didn't feel like talking to them anyway, and telling people to "Suck My Kiss" was surprisingly good at making them go away. Screw everyone. That had been the best performance of his life, even if by the end he was forgetting every other word. Hell of a lot better than all those BORING GUITAR PLAYERS.
To be honest? Mike wasn't getting stupider. He was just getting sadder.
It was to the point where he'd be better off just leaving already. It didn't even matter where he was at once midnight hit; it was coming too fast anyway, and he wasn't sure he wanted to see all these couples kiss eachother and get all happy about it.