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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[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.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Aw," Bridge says, giving Xander a concerned look as he pins on his own boutonniere. "You okay?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"I do believe I'll survive." Xander, both hands free now, manages to attach the carnation to his lapel without further iinjury. "Though we might need to bring along some holy water just in case my flower here gets thirsty again and decides to start attacking random passers-by."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge laughs. "Good to know. Shall we be on our way, then?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Yeah, we probably should, since I didn't exactly, um. Reserve us a ride, so we're walking. Unless you can teleport or something." Xander tilts his head. "That's a no, right?"