Rm 508, early Friday evening

[misshargrove]

For some reason, Annette was nervous. She's been to plenty of dances; fancy, casual, everything in between. But tonight was different. She felt like she was sixteen again, getting ready for her first date. She kept checking her hair, her gown, her nails; made sure she had just enough lip gloss on, and just a touch of perfume. She was ready, more

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[by137]

Armed with a red corsage that matched his tie (because he wasn't completely hopeless, and thought it would offset the black nicely), A.J. pulled his pocketwatch out of his pocket again for another glance at the time. His hand was shaking slightly, nervous tension, over being too early or too late or too whatever, but he figured his timing was good and he knocked lightly on Annette's door.

[misshargrove]

Upon hearing the knock, Annette smoothed her hands over her gown and stepped over, before reaching up to make sure her hair was still swept up and perfect. Then she opened the door, a nervous smile fixated upon her face as she looked up at A.J. Of course, given her three inch heels, this task wasn't nearly as difficult. "Hello, A.J."

[by137]

"Hello, Annette," A.J. greeted her back, with a small, nervous, crooked smile of his own. He had to admit, the dress looked even better than the one he had pictures when she told him what little she had about it. "You look...amazing..."

[misshargrove]

"Thank you," she said softly and stepped back so he could enter. Her eyes swept over him. "You look very nice yourself. Very handsome." And he did. She was enjoying the thought of being the girl upon his arm this evening.