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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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I'm not worried.

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

Well I am. What if someone tries to take my beautiful date away...

[ maybe he hadn't been able to read her mind that time-- ]

Don't worry. [ it really won't happen, lyssa. gives his hand a pat. see? all yours for the night. ]

[ blinks down at her hand, then up at her. ]

Why shouldn't I worry? You look amazing.

I'm only a level up from normal. [ in contrast, lyssa's on full throttle at ~~power~~ level 100.

... well, no. if you count the suit, it's at least level 150? hmm. ]

[ lifts a hand, (lightly) placing it on her head. ]

You really don't give yourself enough credit, honey.

[ & the poof wiggles while she honestly doesn't seem bothered by her admission of being average because -- well, that's what she is. (or rather, that's what her dad is, so that's all that she could be, yes?) ]

Thanks. But I'm a realist. [ 'cept when it comes to ponies & gundams. ]

[ shakes his head at her, unsure if he should be amused or not. doesn't have a chance to say anything else, however, as more people begin to pile in when the music starts. it's upbeat, nothing he particularly feels would be to amanda's tastes, so he continues to stay there even when people come over to say hi and ask if they would like to join them. declines politely (after sneaking a glance at his date to make sure that she was okay with it) and after some conversation most of the teens are on the dance floor instead of sitting out on the sidelines like they are.

just smiles over at her after watching the rest of his peers have a good time, leaning in so he can talk to her without having to raise his voice too much. ]

I'll make them change to something more mellow in a bit. Got any requests?

[ plays around with her dress a little, making it swish left & right while she watches & listens the prom go underway. blinks at the question & immediately ,her brain goes: my little pony or gundam--

but they probably didn't have those, huh. ]

One of your favourites?

[ and this makes him think on the parties he goes to with his parents, how the music is so much different. and the attire. and the people...

turns back to her after a moment. ]

I don't think they have any Tchaikovsky or Brahms here...

[ ... she only recognizes one of those. for swan lake, which is a ballet, right? though they also made an animated movie with the word 'swan' in it too. ]

Ask for something similar?

I suppose that I could try. [ stands, looking down at amanda. ] Will you be alright if I left you here for a bit?

Yeah. [ reaches down to give the legs of her chair a pat. ] I'll stay right here.

[ reaches down to take that hand, bringing it up to kiss her knuckles. winks once. ]

Then I'll be right back, miss.

[ releases her hand and wanders off into his mission to sweet-talk the DJ. ]

[ she does stay right there. for the next five or so minutes anyway. eventually, nature is calling her & she only manages to ignore it for about a minute before it starts getting really bad. glances around when lyssa still hasn't returned, torn between waddling around for a party & breaking her word to lyssa.

another minute.

... okay, well. lyssa will understand. sometimes people had to do what people had to do-- & all that. so up she gets from her chair & starts shuffling around the room 'til she finds the the washroom sign that will lead to glory. goes into the first stall that's open when she finally locates the potty, going about her business in her typical ~~chickette~~ fashion. it's only when she's washing her hands that she feels the temperature of the washroom drop by, say, twenty degrees.

turns around when she finishes washing her hands & finds her trapped against the sinks by a half-circle of ~~crazy people~~ girls, all of them wearing variations of sneers or scowls & she... knows exactly why. sometimes, she thinks that her life had been easier when the girls hated for no reason but the fact that she's different rather than now, where they were hating her for being able to be friends with someone she's apparently not supposed to be (not allowed to be? not good enough to be?) friends with. but alas.

everything in-between then & now is something of blur, but there are several things that she's aware of: the laughter that she's running away from, the pieces of her mother's (mother's) dress that she's desperately trying to salvage by cradling to her chest, looking for a corner to hide & grieve & put together words that she can tell her dad about ruining the dress that holds good memories for him too. when she feels finally alone enough, she's squatting down & crying as quietly as she can, only using her arm to wipe away her tears -- it'd be no good to ruin the dress even further.

she'll... text lyssa later. tell him that she has to go home for an emergency & call a taxi to take her home so that she can hide with her dad under the bed for the rest of the week. ]

[ the holdup consisted of two things: one, his actual conversation with the dj, which took about one minute after sweet talking the man with practiced ease. two was what made him be away the longest: the girls, who surrounded him and asked if he'd like to dance with them. after politely declining, they wanted to talk to him regardless, yammering about their dresses (well, they were nice...) and how lame their dates are (he hoped it was because they were lame dates and that they didn't have an alternative motive). then they complimented his outfit. his hair. his eyes--

it was the last thing he remembers talking to them about, telling them that he should really be going back to his date right about now. doesn't notice the scowls from a few of them, nor how they shuffle off quickly in another direction. he's too focused on happily going back to amanda, after all, after detouring to get them something else to drink (she was probably done with her soda by now).

but he pauses when he notices that she's nowhere to be found, blinking and setting the drinks down before stroking his chin a little at the empty seat. turns to one of his acquaintance-slash-friends when they tap him and say they saw her going in the direction of the bathroom, thanking them before heading on over. and then he stands outside of the women's side, smiling politely at the girls who come and go, though he's slowly frowning more and more as the minutes pass by. checks his watch once before taking aside one of the girls who comes out to ask if she had seen amanda. frowns even more when she tells him that she saw her running off in that (points to show him) direction.

with the vague gesture in mind he's searching every nook and cranny in search of his friend, quickly asking people along the way if they saw her. after another few minutes (and quickly feeling discouraged and ready to just call her) he spots her poof of hair, sighing in relief. the corner is dark enough for him to not immediately notice why she's so distressed, though her sniffling tipped him off enough.

squats down in front of her, blinking when he realizes that her dress isn't exactly in the best state. reaches out, placing a hand on the side of her face as he tries to make her look up. ]

Hey... are you okay? What happened?

[ looks up from where she's squatting down & hunched over. she's fairly certain that her face is a mess, but if lyssa couldn't see the state of her dress (her mom's dress--), then he likely couldn't see the state of her face & eyes, right?

hiccups & draws the pieces closer to her chest. wipes at her eyes & nose one more time before speaking. ]

I-- went to the washroom, and. . . [ got ambushed & mobbed. she still can't remember. ]

[ lifts his other hand to cup her face, wiping underneath her eyes with his thumbs. shuffles to come closer and reach his arms out further, pulling her into a hug. ]

Sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone.

[ doesn't let go of dress, but she does manage to free an arm to hug him back, gripping at him tightly as she shakes her head against his shoulder. her voice comes out quiet & muffled: ]

It's not your fault.

[ he'd like to say otherwise, but he'll save the self-pity for later. shakes his head and strokes her hair a little, pushing his face into her hair. murmurs: ]

You wanna go home?

[ turns her face so that she's not getting any snot on lyssa's suit.

she did want to go home, but did lyssa? it's his prom too; not fair to ruin it just because there were people in the school that would gladly see her suffer. still-- ]

I can't dance with-- my mom's-- [ hic. ] like this.

[ squeezes her gently, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. ]

I know. [ pulls away slowly, quirking a small, encouraging smile. ] Let's get you back home. Okay?

[ tightens her grip briefly. ]

I can. . . get a taxi. [ leans away to dig around for her phone in her bag (which had miraculously survived the ambush). shows it to lyssa as if to prove that yes, she did manage to save her phone. ]

[ shakes his head, standing while reaching out for one of her hands. ]

I don't want to be here without you. Come on, I'll take you back in my car.

[ puts the phone back & quickly looks down at her hands, checking which of them is cleaner. reaches out with her left hand. ]

I'm sorry. . .