Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel had half wondered if she shouldn't tell Wyatt to meet her at the Prom, just to keep her streak of arriving dateless alive as some sort of weird personal Fandom tradition. That idea lasted about a second and half before she realized that she liked the idea of him turning up to get her.

Hair and make-up done, Isabel stepped into her dress, slipped on her shoes and put on a pair of earrings for the final touch.

Now all she needed was her date.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Not even a potential option," she grinned. "We're going, we're dancing, we're having fun. Then we'll come back to have more fun."

[blessed_twice]

"And you only get one senior prom," Wyatt said. "Fortunately, from what I've been told, the prom isn't as dangerous as graduation."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I've been to two," Isabel told him. "And so far the only thing dangerous I've seen is the punch. Graduation? Yeah, we're going armed. But for now, let's go dance."

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt took Isabel's hand. "Want to walk or orb?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel looked down at her shoes. "I'll save my feet for dancing. Orb away."

[blessed_twice]

Gently tugging Isabel close, Wyatt wrapped his arms around her. "As my lady wishes," he said, orbing them out of the room and down to the prom.