Rikku didn't have class on Monday so once Jude was out, he made a quick stop at J,GoB and was soon standing in front of Rikku's door with a pastry box in his hands and knocking nervously.

[[For the residents of 308, but the box is just for one of them.]]

Laughing and with his ears ringing from the noise and a little bit warm from a cup of spiked punch, Jude stepped out of Town Hall, holding the door for Rikku. So far it had been a pretty much perfect date - well, if dorky tangoing to slow songs and more bouncing than was probably healthy for one's spine was perfect. Which it was for Jude at least. ( Read more... )

( Cut for curbjams, Mike Dint, and way too much time on my hands. )