Room 406, around sixish

[izzyalienqueen]

There was only two hours left till prom and Isabel was not panicking. Her make-up was done. Her hair was pinned up to curl it and it would only take two minutes to take it down and brush it out. The dinners from Luke's were sitting in their containers on her desk. The stuff needed to set up Callisto's room was in bags under the desk.

Dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a button down shirt she'd stolen from Xander's closet, Isabel sat on her bed and tried to determine the best shade of nail polish to wear.

[door's open...]

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[soldtoarmenians]

"Uhhh...yeah." Having pretty much inhaled his burger, Xander was halfway through the fries, and took a moment to wipe his fingers off before opening the bag from Blackadder's shop.

"Like I know from flowers, right? But I figured I couldn't go wrong with white." He pulled out a cut carnation with a small ribbon in white and pale green twisted around the base, and another, almost identical, with white and gold-wire in the bow.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"No, white is definitely good," Bridge grins at Xander.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Definitely," Isabel agreed as she nibbled another french fry.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yay, I don't lose at colors. Uh, for once," Xander adds, waving at his closet and snickering.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Yay you!" Isabel laughed as she put her dinner aside and reached for the bags she'd gotten earlier and All & Sundries. "I'm going to head upstairs and set up Cal's room if she's gone. I'll get changed when I get back. I'll see you in a bit," she call over her shoulder as she left.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge waves to Isabel as he finishes inhaling the rest of his dinner.

"So, um, getting-ready time, yay," he says, bouncing nervously and waving vaguely at the garment bag containing his tuxedo.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander grins, not a lot less nervously. It' s not that he hasn't done the tux thing before, it's that he hasn't done... this thing before. As if that doesn't go without thinking.

"Yeah. You, ah, want the bathroom?" He points to the door. "And I'll just... lock the roomie out for a few. Which'll work so well with her alien door-opening powers, but anyway."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sure, dude," Bridge says, grabbing his stuff and heading in.

A few minutes later, he re-emerges.

"So?" He asks, "whatcha think?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander is just buttoning up his own jacket when he turns around.

And then kinda forgets how buttons work.

"Uhhh..."

Also fingers.

"Tux?"

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge nods. "Yes. You have one too, I see."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yeah, but I knew I had one." Xander stares some more. His jacket? May never get buttoned.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, I, um... may have gone shopping, yeah." Bridge says.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I was thinking you'd go with the. Um."

Xander shakes his head, smiles, and wonder of wonders, comes up with a complete sentence. "You look good."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I thought about it, yeah." Bridge says. "And- you look nice too. Though we might get some interesting looks if you show up with your jacket all unbuttoned, like."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander snorts at that and finally manages to stop staring. "I figure we'll get some interesting looks anyway." He looks down and buttons his jacket up, though.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Mission completed, Isabel returned to the room. And stopped, momentarily befuddled by the locked door. Whammying the lock was a possibility, but she wasn't sure what she would walk in on. Boykissy might be pretty, but it wouldn't be nice to cause Xander to have a heart attack from flail before he to to the prom. Instead she knocked.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander goes to open the door, and blinks for a second when he remembers that it's locked. Hey, that was two tuxes ago!

"Hey," he says, opening it to let Isabel in.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh my!" Isabel grinned. "I'm dead of the handsome. You guys look great."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Bridge says, blushing a little. "Hey, could you maybe, um, take a picture? Of us?" He asks, holding out his phone.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Of course," she said as she took the phone. "But realize that I'm going to want a copy." Smiling, she motioned at them, "Step closer, pretend that you like each other. It's difficult, I know."

*Click*

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander tries hard, really. It's an amazing effort.

To, um. Stop grinning, that is.

"Thanks. Oh, damn, we didn't have the guy flowers on." He reaches for the bag.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Do you want pictures of that?" she asked. "Otherwise I'm just going to duck in the bathroom and get changed. Sweats are not appropriate prom attire from what I've heard."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, not that I don't think you could make 'em look good, but it'd be a bold statement, yeah."

Xander waves a hand. "We're good. That's what outrageously overpriced prom photographers are for. Flee. Go clothe yourself."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Okay then, I'll see you there!" There was a flash of red and blonde and then Isabel was gone.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander hands the green-ribboned boutonniere out, fiddling the pin on the other open with his free hand. "Behold the amazing dexterity with which I-- ow. Damage myself before ever setting foot out the door." He sucks on his fingertip for a second.