Room 213

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander tweaks his tux-collar a bit -- note to self, next time you borrow clothes from a relative never to return them, steal borrow them from somebody who doesn't have a neck the size of a pit-bull's -- and knocks on Cally's door. In his other hand, he's holding

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[sogothcally]

::answers the door, in herorange strapless dress, her hair down, and having done her best to cover up the stitches under her lip with makeup::

Hello. ::smiles, and then looks at the flowers::

Oh, wow.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander looks her up and down, then grins. "What you said. Only not about the flowers, 'cause I already knew they looked good in orange."

[sogothcally]

::smiles, blushing::

Thanks. ::helps to try and adjust fix his tux collar::

And if there's anything really cursed about the tux, it must be a curse of cuteness. ::smiles, crinkling her nose, and pats him on the lapels::

So, what's next? I'm not really up on the whole "Homecoming" thing...

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, this--" He points to the flowers. "--goes on you. Um. Somewhere. I'm gonna say wrist, since it's got this nifty strappy thing. And then we go stand around in a hot, crowded room and try to pretend I we can dance."