#52 Blueberry Hill, Friday evening

[bet_on_red]

Mary agonized over her choices before finally picking out a dress for tonight's date with Drake. She was a little nervous. It had been a while since her last date with Luis, if 99¢ margaritas at O'Sheas Casino counted as a date. It was even longer since her last date with Danny -- ice cream in 7th grade, with the entire 7th grade class

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[nam_flyer]

Murdock finally arrived home after doing his class and some other stuff which the mun hasn't done any posts for, lol and absently nodded at Mary.

"Heya Mary."

He stopped, blinked and did a double-take.

"Uh... somethin' goin' on?"

'Cause what was up with that dress?

[bet_on_red]

So much for sneaking out quietly.

"Yeah, I'm going out for dinner tonight," Mary said casually, peeking out the window to see if her date had arrived yet.

[nam_flyer]

"Oh. Cool."

He eyed her dress again, wondering how or even if he should say anything.

"Erm... is that," he waved a hand at her, "supposed to be like that?"

It seemed like something (a lot of something) was missing.

[bet_on_red]

"Oh, yeah. It's a designer dress that I picked up in New Orleans a few weeks ago," said Mary, doing the obligatory twirl. "I like the color. Don't you?"

[carpe_demon]

Drake showed up promptly on time and knocked on the door, bouquet of flowers in hand.

[I'm around for another 20 minutes or so, then afk for a couple hours, and you'll be at work, so SP is fiiiiiiiiiine with me. :D]

[bet_on_red]

Mary was only too happy to get away from Murdock's questions and answer the door. "Hi Drake! Are those flowers for me? How lovely."

[Yay SP!]

[carpe_demon]

Drake stared. He couldn't help it, no one, man or demon, could withstand the gravitational pull of Mary's cleavage. "Wow," he said. "You look really . . . spathic."

[bet_on_red]

"Uh, thanks," said Mary. "Why don't you come in while I put those flowers in a vase. My roommate might be around here somewhere. You've met Murdock, right?"