“If I must”

“If I must,” Joan said, crossing her arms.

“Oh don’t pout, sweet cheeks,” Lance said placing the vial of John’s masculinity in a pocket, “I’ll keep my word if you keep yours.”

“Why do you even want to go to prom?” Joan asked.

“Long ago I took up my magic act, but missed prom because of it,” Lance said, “I found out prom was happening today and picked a teenager I knew who must be going. Also I love messing around with magic.”

Lance pinched Joan’s ass and she nearly slapped him.

“No, no, no,” he said. “You have to be the perfect date to me. Otherwise.” He mimed smashing the bottle. “Now what does a good prom date say?”

“Oh, Lance you are such a naughty boy...” Joan said.

“Mean it-“

“Oh! Lance... you are such a... naughty boy,” Joan said sidling up to Lance seductively. In side her head her eyes were rolling.