that turned out about like I expected...
...but worse, if you can believe it. It was the night from Hell.
George came by right on time to pick me up, and he did have sense enough to wear a tux. He looked great and even brought me flowers, which I didn't expect. He seemed really, really nervous- more nervous than he should have been since it wasn't a real date. He didn't talk much as we drove over to the school, and I was wondering if he thought I had a crush on him and was trying to dissuade me, or something like that. I couldn't figure out what was going on, and it didn't help that I couldn't sleep Thursday night. At all, which is weird.
The dance was packed, and we had to push our way through tons of people to get to the dance floor. I saw Carlos with Sera and Josh with Amber O'Neil, but it was so crowded I didn't see anyone else I knew all that well. We danced, and I happened to notice that George was sweating and looking really uncomfortable. It was warm but not hot enough in there for someone to have drops of sweat running down his face. "George?" I said.
Suddenly he dropped my hand and went tearing out of the gym. Yes, that's my life... an exercise in constant embarrassment. I went out, too, because I wasn't gonna just stand there by myself. I got out in the hall where it was quiet and a little darker, and several yards ahead I saw something on the floor. It was a pair of men's tux pants. A few feet away from that was the coat and the white shirt. I picked up the clothes and looked around; there wasn't a bathroom or anything nearby that he could've run into. So there I was creeping around in the dark, looking in empty classrooms for my boss and date, who was presumably naked. This could never happen to anyone but me.
I went upstairs, where the dance music was only a faint backbeat, and finally I found George in the Bio room, back in the corner. Can I just say, I knew he was a demon? He was a lot smaller- maybe about the size of a six-year-old- and he was green with, like, big eyes and ears and long fingers and toes. He was curled up in a ball like he was afraid of something, and I just stood there staring at him, not knowing what to do, holding his tuxedo draped over my arm.
About twenty minutes later his arms and legs started lengthening, and his skin color lightened, and his ears, fingers and toes started shrinking. It was fascinating in a weird kind of way, almost like watching a butterfly come out of a cocoon. It took about fifteen more minutes for him to be fully human again, and I realized he was sitting there butt-naked, so I tossed him his clothes and turned around. Turns out his demon is attracted to pheromones. You know, that would've been good information to have before I brought him to a gym packed with horny teenagers. He could've just told me; this is Sunnydale after all.
He apologized for ruining the dance for me, but I didn't want to hear a thing he had to say right then. I left him there in the classroom and slipped out through the hall next to the gym. There was some kind of fight going on; I could hear people yelling and being rowdy, but I didn't look inside. I started walking home, and it was a looooong walk. I know that wasn't too bright: teenage girl in party dress and high heeled shoes, walking down the street alone equals Vampire Bait. But I'm so sure I was gonna call Buffy and say, "Hey, my boss turned into a demon, can you come pick me up?" She'd never let me out of the house again.
I finally got home, and I guess I was more upset than I thought, because I couldn't sleep again. I feel horrible today, and I'll probably lose my job. It's going to be so awkward next time I have to go in to work.
George came by right on time to pick me up, and he did have sense enough to wear a tux. He looked great and even brought me flowers, which I didn't expect. He seemed really, really nervous- more nervous than he should have been since it wasn't a real date. He didn't talk much as we drove over to the school, and I was wondering if he thought I had a crush on him and was trying to dissuade me, or something like that. I couldn't figure out what was going on, and it didn't help that I couldn't sleep Thursday night. At all, which is weird.
The dance was packed, and we had to push our way through tons of people to get to the dance floor. I saw Carlos with Sera and Josh with Amber O'Neil, but it was so crowded I didn't see anyone else I knew all that well. We danced, and I happened to notice that George was sweating and looking really uncomfortable. It was warm but not hot enough in there for someone to have drops of sweat running down his face. "George?" I said.
Suddenly he dropped my hand and went tearing out of the gym. Yes, that's my life... an exercise in constant embarrassment. I went out, too, because I wasn't gonna just stand there by myself. I got out in the hall where it was quiet and a little darker, and several yards ahead I saw something on the floor. It was a pair of men's tux pants. A few feet away from that was the coat and the white shirt. I picked up the clothes and looked around; there wasn't a bathroom or anything nearby that he could've run into. So there I was creeping around in the dark, looking in empty classrooms for my boss and date, who was presumably naked. This could never happen to anyone but me.
I went upstairs, where the dance music was only a faint backbeat, and finally I found George in the Bio room, back in the corner. Can I just say, I knew he was a demon? He was a lot smaller- maybe about the size of a six-year-old- and he was green with, like, big eyes and ears and long fingers and toes. He was curled up in a ball like he was afraid of something, and I just stood there staring at him, not knowing what to do, holding his tuxedo draped over my arm.
About twenty minutes later his arms and legs started lengthening, and his skin color lightened, and his ears, fingers and toes started shrinking. It was fascinating in a weird kind of way, almost like watching a butterfly come out of a cocoon. It took about fifteen more minutes for him to be fully human again, and I realized he was sitting there butt-naked, so I tossed him his clothes and turned around. Turns out his demon is attracted to pheromones. You know, that would've been good information to have before I brought him to a gym packed with horny teenagers. He could've just told me; this is Sunnydale after all.
He apologized for ruining the dance for me, but I didn't want to hear a thing he had to say right then. I left him there in the classroom and slipped out through the hall next to the gym. There was some kind of fight going on; I could hear people yelling and being rowdy, but I didn't look inside. I started walking home, and it was a looooong walk. I know that wasn't too bright: teenage girl in party dress and high heeled shoes, walking down the street alone equals Vampire Bait. But I'm so sure I was gonna call Buffy and say, "Hey, my boss turned into a demon, can you come pick me up?" She'd never let me out of the house again.
I finally got home, and I guess I was more upset than I thought, because I couldn't sleep again. I feel horrible today, and I'll probably lose my job. It's going to be so awkward next time I have to go in to work.