Conner + Megan + Open
Conner had done his best to ensure that he wouldn't look like a fool. Fashion, for guys, wasn't as complicated as it was for girls. This was something that he recognized easily. He still wanted to be dapper, though. Appearances, after all, were everything. So, he easily wore a nice black suit that fit him well. He'd made sure that he bought Megan the corsage that worked out well with her dress (this, apparently, was a thing). Whoever had been in charge of the decorations had definitely out done themselves because the gym looked spectacular. Who knew teenagers could be so inventive, right?
Conner gingerly touched his mask, careful not to shift it around too much. His glasses were slipped safely on the inside of his coat pocket which meant this mask was the only thing separating his identity as Conner Kent and Superboy. If this had been a year ago, he wouldn't have cared. Except he wasn't looking out for himself anymore. Clark had confided in him something no one else knew. He wasn't about to endanger the life Clark held so dear. Seriously, though. How did the Bats in Gotham handle these masks? Conner had strings that tied behind his head. He couldn't imagine just depending on some glue and a prayer while being a ninja.
The music filled the gymnasium and gyrating before him was a sea of hormonal teenagers. Dancing. This was what you did at high school dances. He glanced at his date and offered her a small smile. "Shall we dance?" he asked her as he leaned in so she could hear him better while his left hand motioned toward the dance floor. Megan was sweet and nice. Not unlike an eager puppy. Everything made her excited and happy. Even if it was a little exhausting to be around from time to time. Still, she was okay in his book.