texasranger commented on blueridgemod's post in blueridgeschool:

Hunter was really hoping that winter formal would go better than homecoming had. They had put a lot of effort into decorating, with Hunter volunteering Shelby to climb up instead every time Michi wanted to pin something up high, and everything had pretty much come together. Mack even seemed in better spirits, though she wouldn't tell Hunter why and it was driving the taller blonde crazy. Don't wanna jinx it, she kept saying, whatever that meant.

Much to her disappointment in her once tough best friend, Hunter didn't think it took a rocket scientist to know whatever had Mack so damn happy probably had everything to do with her little ginger. Go figure.

But Hunter wasn't in much of a position to bash other people for being in love, she supposed. She had grown tired of Mack and her silly grin, and she was even more tired of everything when she tasted the punch and it wasn't even spiked. She took a glass for Michi, before looking around and making sure nobody was watching her, as she flicked her wrist and a clear flow of vodka came from the end of her wand and streamed into the punch bowl.

With that fixed, she got herself a glass and took the unspiked one for Mich, elbowing her way through the crowd as she tried to spot her girlfriend. Finding her eventually, the blonde sidled up behind her and held out the cup of punch to her. "It's red flavor," she informed her, grinning.