Okay. Rowan tried not to laugh. Really, she did. She tried not to even smile, but it kept fighting at the corner of her lips. Finally the snickers started to break out, and she covered her face with her hand as she tried to fight it off. Not working.
"I should warn you... if anyone gets too, uh... rowdy, in their cars... people come complain here, and one of us has to go with a flashlight to tell them to... you know... knock it off." Rowan had yet to find anyone in on the act solo, but if it was going to happen... Augh. She cringed at the thought. And felt like she needed eight boiling showers. Ew, ew, ew. The couples were bad enough. The social pariah telling the prom king and queen to cut it out didn't really go over very well, you know, at all.