Well, he doesn't mean to, that's for sure, but when he goes to get a drink from the bar, can't quite help it when his arm knocks into hers, spilling a bit of each of their drinks.
Ennis sort of squints his eyes as he stumbles over her friends, but he nods and clears his throat and takes it as an acceptance of his apology. He doesn't quite ask her how her day's been, but he sits down on the stool next to her, looking awkwardly into his drink.
She's put it off as long as she could, but she can put it off no longer. Butters keeps circling with his corsage choices like a freaking shark.
So a little ways down the Bar, a very resigned-looking Mac is paging through a low-end department store catalogue. This time of year, they're devoting multiple pages to prom dresses.
Shoes are in prominent display on the cover. Lots of shoes.
...Crap, Mac's going to need shoes, too. All the nice ones she owns (of which there aren't a lot) are black and way, way too pointy. Her date is not worth three hours in extra-pointy shoes.
Stupid prom. Stupid Butters. Stupid Veronica.
Some of that might have accidentally become a half-audible mutter as she flips back to the shoes.
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As the owls say.
Dale Cooper wanders up, hands in his pockets.
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In the way where her back stiffens and her eyes narrow and we live in opposite land.
Her voice amiable:* Salut.
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For shame.
Salut, she says?
He snaps one. Beaming.
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She eyes him, with a small puzzled frown, before studying her own fingers and snapping back.*
. . . is this some sort of secret signal? *she asks, lightly.*
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"Sorry, there, Miss Meg."
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Dieu only knows I've done my share of knocking into people around here -
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*Meg turns her head to look at him, though her eyes stray out to the main bar every few moments.*
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So a little ways down the Bar, a very resigned-looking Mac is paging through a low-end department store catalogue. This time of year, they're devoting multiple pages to prom dresses.
Joy.
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Evil demon or no evil demon, who is she to resist the lure of the latest fashions?
Therefore, she may be craning her head to see the front of the catalogue. Just a little.*
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...Crap, Mac's going to need shoes, too. All the nice ones she owns (of which there aren't a lot) are black and way, way too pointy. Her date is not worth three hours in extra-pointy shoes.
Stupid prom. Stupid Butters. Stupid Veronica.
Some of that might have accidentally become a half-audible mutter as she flips back to the shoes.
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Now Meg is curious.
She edges her stool down the bar a little, towards the other girl, and tilts her head.*
. . . do you have something in particular against butter?
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