Re: MJ & Peter
MJ caught the light flush in his cheeks through the corner of her eye, and she smiled up at him, signature warmth and flirt tugging up the corners. She had a knack for picking up on things like that, especially when it came to intricacies of Peter Parker. But, it wasn't just an act, not when it came to him. Not now. "I didn't say you weren't a dork, Parker," she teased lightly. "And who says you're allowed to believe people besides me? I'm hurt. You aren't supposed to believe anyone's opinions above mine." She tugged his sleeve again as if to tell him she was just joking, then brushed her fingers over the back of his hand, before drawing her arm to her side.
"Oh, really? Hit me with your best shot, then. My middle square is baby in the bathroom, so fingers crossed." And, yeah, maybe she did know who spiked the punch, though the innocent look might have let her off the hook if her cheeks weren't tinged with pink either. "Maybe, maybe not. Who has punch at prom anymore anyway? It's the twenty-first century. They're just asking for trouble with that sort of shit."