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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"I can run get it now?" Dinah looked gleeful and concerned at the same time. "I did hear right? You've got a date with Claudia? How did you run out of hair dye!"

Because seriously!

"I've been using the blue more than the others. Do you think I should try green? Or does that clash with the light pink? We're going to the movies and she promised no one else would be coming along."

Dinah screwed her eyes shut and tried to picture it, and then popped them open and said, "Blue, definitely blue, don't go anywhere I'll be right back!"

She ran up the stairs, ducked into her room, grabbed the blue, then grabbed the purple while she was at it, then buzzed back down the hallway, taking the steps two at a time to get back.

"I got the blue and the purple and yes! A real date! A movie date! There is no way that's not a date!"

Yay for more vicarious dating!

Wow, she was excited. "Yeah, which means I could totally screw it up for real." Yeah, Priestly was kind of terrified. He'd never gone on a real date as a punk before. He took the blue and the purple and lined them up on the edge of his desk with the red. "I could do three rows? Or just alternating colors on the one?"

"You will not screw it up, Claudia's very cool, and it's a movie, I mean, if you guys just show up and no one barfs, you're set." Dinah stared at the colors, and said, "I'd go with the rows, but that's me. What are you gonna wear? Ooo, what movie are you seeing?"

If she and Priestly weren't gonna date, and they really weren't, he needed to have someone who appreciated him. Claudia already got the unique thing, so yay on that.

"This 3D horror thing. She got way excited over a movie date that required accessories." Claudia was something else, alright. "And how do you know? I happen to be very adept at screwing things up. It's like my only talent."

Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached the self-pitying stage of the panic.

"Uh, the pink 'meat is murder' t-shirt over there. And jeans, I guess. And my army jacket. Is that enough? Should I be getting her something or something?"

Dinah poked him a little in the shoulder. "No! No jinxing! You didn't screw up coming here, did you? And you asked her out! Yes!"

Dinah quit bouncing for a second to check out his proposed wardrobe. "Yes, that's cool, I think. I mean, I dress from dorkville, but that looks like you, only like you took a little time to be more you." She frowned. "No, I don't think you should get her anything, but, you're paying for tickets, right? And the popcorn and stuff?"

"Me but more. You're the second chick to tell me that and it still doesn't make sense. You don't think she'll get offended if I try, do you? Some girls do that. And, uh. The asking was kind of an accident." Priestly blinked, realizing how that sounded. "I mean, I meant to ask, but I kind of managed to ask while trying to ask about finding a good place to ask where the kitchen guys weren't watching."

"Like that thing that your parents say, about being neat and all, only in your case it's not about being neat, it's like, colors and attitude, just dialed up?" Dinah was hopeless at explaining this. "Anyway. And no! It's a first date, you asked, it's totally good for you to pay. And if she offers tell her that you invited, so she's the guest! It's not a feminism thing if she lets you." Dinah had that much of dating down. She giggled. "So, you were just trying to figure out when she'd be around somewhere less busy, and the whole why you wanted to know slipped out?"

Awwwwwwwww.

"Well, it was more 'we should get together somewhere that isn't class or a job,' and she was like 'yes! any suggestions?' and I was all 'uh.' and she said 'I like movies' and it was a date. And then I kissed her."

He smiled a little doofily at that last bit.

"She's a good kisser."

"Awwwww!" Dinah's squee was now audible. She'd be totally jealous of Claudia, except it didn't feel like she was going to get left out with what was going on with Priestly, so much. Except for not going along on the date, that would just be weird.

"See? If she can work with you on the asking out, the actual date part will go fine."

"Are you kidding? Do you have any idea how many death traps there are in a movie date? Do you put your arm around her? Share popcorn? What if she thinks you're trying to cop a feel? Are you there as an excuse to make out, or do you want to actually watch the movie? Dating is hard."

Dinah's take on 'death traps' was actual, you know, death traps. So that threw her for a minute, thinking he was going to have to save Claudia from a runaway rickshaw or something. "Ummm... okay, point." She frowned, chewing her lower lip. "Share popcorn yes? Arm yes? The rest... I don't know," she admitted. "But I know you can figure it out. You just have to look for cues!" Okay, don't ask her what cues, she just knows them when they happen. Sometimes.

It's a good thing she didn't say that? Because then he'd have a whole new slew of things to worry about. "Cues. Right. Like what kind of cues?"

See, now she was kind of trying to remember from dating Matt. "Like, if she leans toward you? I mean, you knew when she wanted you to kiss her, right?" Dinah nodded as optimistically if she could, then happily remembered one. "And ooo, if she puts her head on your shoulder in the movie, that's totally an arm cue! But you can do it sooner if she looks cold. Chilly cold, not detached cold."

"Actually we kind of discussed kissing before actually kissing. Both times." Priestly dropped his head into his hands. "Oh my god, I'm totally lame, aren't I."

"You're not!" Although now she was wondering a little... "You've been on dates before, right? I mean, has it just been a while?"

Priestly sighed. "Last time I went on a date I was still going by my first name, wearing clothes my mom picked out for me, and getting girls just because I happened to be on the football team."

Which inspired another kind of 'awww', which Dinah quickly swallowed because Priestly would hate that. "But see, you got her to go out with you by being you. It has to go a lot better than those dates just because you're starting out right." She sighed. "When I met Matt, I pretended to like his music, his sports teams, and I dressed the way he liked so he'd like me. It worked a lot better when I quit doing that."

Still not good enough to last, but....

Priestly nodded. "Yeah. As I recall the girls were all really boring when they did that." He sighed. "It'll be fine. Claudia's cool. I know this. I"m still freaking out."

Dinah patted his arm, and said, "You've got the clothes, and the hair, and the place, and the plan. Just, you know. Be Priestly. He's awesome." She grinned at him.

Priestly laughed softly. "Gosh, thanks Mom." He put out an arm for a hug.

Dinah pounce-hugged him, faking a gagging noise. "Son, I'm so proud. Tear!" She giggled into his shoulder, then pulled back to knuckle her eye. "You should call Trucker," she added, eyes widening suddenly. "If you're really freaked out. You know?"

Priestly blinked. "Now why the hell didn't I think of that? You're a genius."

"I am!" Dinah grinned, gave him another quick hug, and then a sober look. "Need anything else?"

She bit her tongue and did not bring up Mr. Roger's class. That would just be mean!

Room 211, Friday afternoon

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