Who: Anyone who would be at Avarice for Reagan High's prom
Where: Avarice
When: Friday Night
"...My club looks like something out of a bad 80's romantic comedy."
Ben said with a sad sigh as he looked around his formerly hip club. Thank god it would only suffer this indignity for one night. He was in a sharp black Armani tuxedo, his hair slicked back, his fingers adorned with several gold rings as he watched the students start to come into the club.
"Meredith? You coming out? I did all this for you... I'd at least like to see you in your dress."