No matter how lame school dances were, Sylvia always ended up going. She loved an excuse to dress up, plus spying on her sister and tattling on her next time they were at home was a lot easier at a dance. She was walking through the early dancers with a stony expression, her arms folded as she tried to find someone she might actually want to converse with. Spotting Rath, she sidled up to him and sighed loudly.
"Fuck this Taylor Swift shit" she grumbled, scuffing one of her heels along the floor sulkily.