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[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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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[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ glances around. ]

They don't have any juice boxes?

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

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

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

1/2

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

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

Just this for now.

[ takes a sip-- ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... 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.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... kind of. sorry, lyssa. ]

Impatient for the magic.

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

It's fine, don't feel bad. Prom is mostly for people who're dating, anyway. [ pauses, thinking. ] Or people who want to steal someone else's date, I suppose.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ wordlessly glances over at the pack of jealous bitches girls in another corner of the room. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ follows her line of sight in mid-sip of his drink. waves them off. ]

Ignore them, they'll get over it once they graduate and go into college.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ no, she's pretty sure some of them were crazy enough to follow lyssa into art college despite having no talent at all in art, but-- ]

I think they're scarier than pony eaters.

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ attention is drawn entirely away from the girls, staring at amanda. ]

People eat ponies?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

Not just people, but other animals too. [ because ponies are gentle souls. ]

People don't do it any more though. [ probably. not a lot? only when they're stuck in a cave in the middle of a blizzard with nothing but the pony to eat. ...it still makes her sad a little. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well, that sucks. [ gets comfortable in his seat again, even if he droops when a thought strikes him. ] My aunt wouldn't like this topic very much...

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ her poof droops too. ]

I don't like it either. [ actually, she hates it. 'cause... ponies! they're so full of sparkle & magic that they're better kept alive anyway. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Then let's talk about you instead. [ shifts so he's facing more of her than the room. ] How do you feel about slow dancing?

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

[ she's seen it on television once or twice. ]

I don't know. [ hard to say when one didn't know how to dance. at all. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

[ laughs, lifting his free hand to brush some of her poof hair behind an ear. ]

I meant if you were comfortable dancing with me.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

Oh. [ ... lyssa had to ask? ] Yes. [ of course she was. even if she would take away all of lyssa's cool points, she's comfortable with the idea, yes. ]

[fashionmajor.livejournal.com]

Great! [ drinks down the rest of what he has in the cup. ] But I'll let it slide if someone else comes up and asks you to dance with them.

[retromajor.livejournal.com]

I'm not worried.

[ because that won't happen. vice versa on the other hand... ]