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Who: Wally West & Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins
What: A date! Dinner and a movie.
When: Tonight! Friday @ 7
Where: Mexican restaurant then the theater.
Rating: Just kidding! R
Wally stared at himself in the mirror with a frown. Nothing was working; not his hair, not his outfit (which he hadn't even put on yet), nothing. He sat down on the bed, rolling his eyes and thinking to himself, Since when do I even care about that, anyway?
He pulled on a semi-fitted green V-neck shirt and dark-wash jeans. It seemed good enough, at least he didn't look sloppy. Wally checked his shave, ran his fingers through his hair a few times and ruffled it. It was getting a little long again. He stopped to look at himself in the mirror again. He wasn't concerned with how he looked, but how the man in the mirror had been acting lately.
"Get it together, West." He sighed and looked around the room, spotting the Kid Flash action figure on the dresser. His face faltered even more, if it were possible, and he grabbed the small toy.
It was time to head to the lobby to meet Anya. On his way out of the room, he dropped the action figure in the trash, then shut the door behind him.
What: A date! Dinner and a movie.
When: Tonight! Friday @ 7
Where: Mexican restaurant then the theater.
Rating: Just kidding! R
Wally stared at himself in the mirror with a frown. Nothing was working; not his hair, not his outfit (which he hadn't even put on yet), nothing. He sat down on the bed, rolling his eyes and thinking to himself, Since when do I even care about that, anyway?
He pulled on a semi-fitted green V-neck shirt and dark-wash jeans. It seemed good enough, at least he didn't look sloppy. Wally checked his shave, ran his fingers through his hair a few times and ruffled it. It was getting a little long again. He stopped to look at himself in the mirror again. He wasn't concerned with how he looked, but how the man in the mirror had been acting lately.
"Get it together, West." He sighed and looked around the room, spotting the Kid Flash action figure on the dresser. His face faltered even more, if it were possible, and he grabbed the small toy.
It was time to head to the lobby to meet Anya. On his way out of the room, he dropped the action figure in the trash, then shut the door behind him.