Condiment King and Paste Pot Pete. Everyone's favorite worst villains.
Kate had not chosen sensible heels. When it came to formal wear, sensible wasn't her goal. Her goal was looking great, and she looked awesome in her three inches that brought her closer to Eli's height. It was kind of perfect really. They'd look great in photos. The dress brought out her eyes, and she looked wonderful against his chosen suit. They were going to be stunners at the prom.
They were going to be before Mia got hit in the back of the head. With mustard. That, she felt, was just a horrible mistake on whoever the assailant was' part.
She wasn't expecting Mia to climb up after him, the way she did, but she couldn't let her go up there alone. They were friends and she had to back her up. She turned just in time to see Eli catch the guy's attention, then hit him with a tray.
Her date, she decided in that moment, was kind of awesome. Even as Tommy questioned him, she gave him a shrug. "I'm going after her," was the only response she gave the speedster before heading after Mia.
In any other circumstance, she would've asked for Eli to give her a lift, but she didn't want him flaunting his ability to the public. The boost would've been a lot easier than flashing the entire general public beneath her as she moved up on the awning after Mia. It was just easier to move when the skirt wasn't in the way, okay?
While Mia was pulling out her tiny crossbow, Kate had removed an extendable baton from her bag. Pressing a button, it popped up before snapping into place. A little head start, she hopped over to the next building and rolled onto her feet. "You got a name for me to laugh at later?" She called out to grab the man's attention. Playing target wasn't fun, but it'd give Mia a clear shot, if she knew how to handle that thing.