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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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[ takes the hand & uses that to support her exit out of the car. glances around at the area with a small amount of awe. ]

They put a lot of thought into it. [ & went all out, apparently. ]

[ shuts the door before locking up the car, keeping a hold on her hand while they move to the entrance. ]

Of course they did, it's prom! You know, the most important night for most of these students. Magical things happen!

[ gives his hand a squeeze as she shuffles after him. ]

What sort of magical things?

[ without missing a beat: ]

Adult stuff.

So there's no ponies.

Probably not...

It's okay. [ she's rather used to feeling a little empty & disappointed in social events. ]

[ strokes his chin, thinking... then beams, stopping them when they get inside. ]

If you want, I could at least kiss you at the end of the night!

[ gives him a blank stare.

but you always give her a kiss at the end of the night, lyssa. well, 'cept yesterday, but she got lots of hair pets, so that's okay. it's kinda like tradition, isn't it?

so wouldn't it be newer if she gave him a kiss at the end of the night? there's a thought... she's used to giving her dad kisses to the cheek, so she can definitely do that with lyssa. maybe if lyssa's scary dad isn't around, she can work up the courage to do it. but then again-- this is prom! she definitely needs to do something special since she couldn't get that dreidel ready. ]

I'm going to make so many people jealous. [ both girls and boys. ]

[ her words tip him off to finally look around, noticing a few eyes on them already. mainly a group of girls that had been out for amanda for... well, ever, probably. not good. ]

Let's hope not. [ tugs her forward. ] Let's go get something to drink first.

[ follows him obediently. ]

My dad told me to stick to water. Or canned drinks.

[ glances at her, curious. ]

Why?

I don't know. He said 'just to be safe'.

[ thinks about it... and then it clicks. ]

Ah. Your dad has quite the imagination.

He just needs to stop thinking so much. [ says pot about kettle. ]

[ which is exactly what he's thinking, but he lets it slide once he locates the table where the beverages are at. looks over their choices. ]

So punch is out of the question?

[ glances around. ]

They don't have any juice boxes?

[ ... ]

No, sweetie. They don't. [ reaches over to grab her a can of soda. ] Here, have this instead.

[ stares down at the soda, wondering if this one little can is going to make her rip her dress from the sides.

... nah. it's prom. it's supposed to be magical; lyssa said so.

accepts the soda. ]

Thanks. What are you getting?

[ reaches for a plastic cup, filling it with punch. ]

Just this for now.

[ takes a sip-- ]

[ ... oh so it is spiked-- laughs a little weakly, though he keeps a hold on the cup despite his words: ]

I have to agree with your dad. Stick to your soda. [ gestures elsewhere. ] Let's go sit until some good music comes on.

[ looks around again, then gives their connected hands a tug to a corner of the room. ]

That place looks safe. [ & fairly hidden. it should help shield her from at least some of the killing intent that's rolling off in waves from some of the girls a little further off. ]

[ looks in that direction before he nods, happily goes along with her. as they're shuffling along he glances down at his punch in thought. (does he throw it out? keep it? hand it over to someone else?) --and then he just shrugs and takes another drink of it. one cup will be fine. ]

[ settles into a chair when they arrive, arranging her dress so that it's not ~~derping~~ flaring out everywhere. tucking her bag against her stomach, she stares out at the rest of the party.

so... is this it? this is prom? dress up, get a drink, wait for the music & sit? ]

Are they still getting stuff ready?

[ checks his watch before resting the arm across the back of amanda's chair, relaxing back into his own. ]

Yeah, it doesn't "officially" start for another ten minutes or so. [ smiles over at her. ] Bored already?

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