karaoke-lizard.livejournal.comThere's a sign on the doors that says "CLOSED - GO ENJOY YOUR PROM. TRY NOT TO BE STUPID. If you're stupid, try not to be that stupid. If you're that stupid, for Shmurg's sake don't name it after me. No kid deserves that."
Below the sign is a table, dragged out onto the sidewalk, with a rather large bowl of Prom Survival Kits atop it. Sandwich bag, tied in blue and gold ribbon, containing two breath mints, four Excedrin, two condoms, a packet of glitter, a card with the number of the Fandom Town Clinic on it, and fifty cents to make a damned phone call. It'd be a calling card, but shyeahh like Lorne thinks you people could operate one of those in the condition you're likely to be in when you'd need it.