lovemykilt | Room 211, Friday afternoon

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Room 211, Friday afternoon

So. Priestly had a date with Claudia this evening. An actual date. With kissing. And no extra people.

He wasn't freaking out. The way he was throwing all his clothes on his bed and wailing about not having anything to wear and comparing the various benefits of his blue "free sample" t-shirt with his yellow "lesbian" t-shirt and his hair was sticking up with far less direction than usual had absolutely nothing to do with freaking out.

Okay, so the flopping down on the floor with a shell-shocked look, surrounded by t-shirts, hair dye, and CDs for making her mix tape might have had something to do with freaking out. But only a little.

[ooc: Door and post are open, yo]

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Claire was randomly on the second floor (as you are) when she happened to glance through Priestly's open door and leaned in.

"Dude, did your closet explode?"

"If my closet exploded I might have something to wear." Claudia would be all over the 'my clothes are shredded by random explosion' look.

Claire thought about that.

Nope, it didn't make sense.

"Huh?" she asked, still hovering in the door. "What are you trying to get dressed for?"

Priestly ran a hand through his hair -- a habit he usually didn't let himself indulge in, what with the fact that his hair was usually gelled into something more resembling concrete. "Have you met Claudia?"

"Yeah, she's in art club and we've talked a little," Claire nodded. "She's sweet."

And dressed like she escaped from an insane asylum, but Claire didn't hold that against her too much.

Priestly nodded. "I have a date with her, tonight."

Surely anyone who'd ever seen what she usually wore would understand his dilemma.

"Oh," Claire said, then, more sharply as she considered and came to appreciate the problem, "Oh! And you, uh, you really like her, huh?"

It was a guess, but she couldn't imagine a guy worrying too much about his clothes if he didn't.

"As evidenced by the fact that I've turned into a complete and total girl," Priestly agreed. "I'm doomed, aren't I."

"Well, not doomed," Claire said. "I mean, she agreed to go out with you, right? Just look like you normally look, except, y'know, more." There was a vague gesture to accompany the vagueness of "more."

She stepped a little into the room. "What are your choices?"

"Like me. Only more." Wow, that so didn't help. "Right, that clears things up." He sighed, holding up his "Orgasm donor: ask me about my free samples" t-shirt in one hand and his "No one knows I'm a lesbian" t-shirt in the other. "Are these too obviously a cry for help?"

"Like, y'know ..." No, Claire couldn't explain it. "Like you tried but not like you tried."

Because that was much more helpful. She looked at the shirts anyhow. "Orgasm donor one's kinda a lot for a date," she decided. "I like the lesbian one."

Priestly shrugged. "I think I mighta worn it on Monday, though." He sifted through his t-shirts for another moment. "What about this one?" He held up a red t-shirt reading "Let's go do fun stuff!" "Or is that too third grade?"

"It's --" Claire was trying to decide. "I like it, it would make me smile but I don't know if it's a date thing. What are you guys doing?"

"We're going to a 3D horror movie." He pulled a pink t-shirt reading "Meat is murder. Tasty, tasty murder" from the pile. "So maybe this one? Or maybe going with a theme isn't the best idea."

"But, it's Claudia," Claire pointed out, because Claudia struck her as the theme type. "Wear that. Maybe with a long-sleeved shirt under it 'cause it's February."

"Yeah, I've got some long sleeve henleys and stuff I've been layering with." He nodded slowly at the t-shirt. "I don't have any pink hair dye, though. And do you think I can get away with the kilt over my jeans, or should I just put that away until it's actually not ball-shrinkingly cold out, any more?"

"Do your hair red," Claire suggested. "I don't know about the kilt. Kilt over jeans is kinda ...." she made a face. "But it's so a you thing. Does she like it?"

"Dude, she was into me wearing that hat yesterday. Claudia'd probably be down with just about anything so long as it's not, like, khaki."

Claire giggled. "Oh, god, that's what not to wear. A button-down shirt, your hair combed down, and fucking khakis."

Edited 2009-02-06 19:47 (UTC)

"That much I do know. ~~Which is why the end of his canon is so very sad~~" Priestly shook his head. "This is insane. And I still have to make her mix tape."

Mix tapes were serious business, and Claire's attention shifted to that.

"Oh, man, I made one for Cal for Christmas," Claire mentioned, raising her eyebrows. "It was hard 'cause he's from '76 so he knew, like, nothing, and I didn't want anything that's all, hi, I wanna jump your bones or hi, I wanna marry you and have 15 kids, and that's like half the songs I could think of."

Priestly nodded. "Claudia's from '91. I promised her I'd get her some of the good stuff from the last twenty years. I even got Chad to help me figure out the good R&B stuff. You know, just in case she wants more than just crazy punk."

"That's awesome." Claire was impressed. "Mine was like ... Nirvana, Weezer, Sleater-Kinney, Joni Mitchell. But I'm from '02, so it kinda sucked for the last five years."

Edited 2009-02-06 20:07 (UTC)

"You haven't missed much. Sure, there's been some decent indie stuff, but most people don't even know how to find that stuff, anyway."

"And it feels weird to get caught up when I know I'm going home in a couple months," Claire added. "Like, music spoilers."

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