Room 312, Friday evening, pre-Prom

[blondecanary]

So, Dinah had hung out on the Sixth Floor, gotten help with her dress, and was now ready for her Senior Prom. As ready as she could be, anyway.

Twirling so her skirt billowed out was probably not the most mature thing ever, but it was kind of unavoidable.

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[weldedtomyspine]

And, lo, there was a knock at her door.

Jaime, surprisingly, cleaned up quite well. And his tuxedo was quite nice. He still felt like there were butterflies flapping around in his stomach. He was going to the prom. With a totally hot girl. Who was kind of his girlfriend.

[blondecanary]

Who'd gotten her sort-of-boyfriend flowers! Or at least a button-hole rosebud which she grabbed on the way to the door, smoothing down her skirt, nervously fiddling with her earrings, then taking a breath before she opened the door.

"Hey, Jaime." And ooooooo, he looked good.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Hi--"

And then he forgot what he was going to say. Because... wow.

[blondecanary]

Yes! Dinah may have wobbled on her heels for a second with the urge to do a victory dance, but that was it. She grinned at Jaime and reached out to smooth the lapel of his tux. "You look-- really awesome."