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[Brendan Reid]

Brendan was alone in his dorm room, rummaging through his closet for his tuxedo. Fishing it out from the back, he removed the plastic and layed the garmets on his bed. Slipping out of his shirt, he rummaged through his closet yet again for his red button down shirt. The one with the ruffles. Pulling it from the back also, he slipped it on, buttoning it button by button. He pulled off his pants, then slipped into the slacks. He tucked his shirt into the dress pants, making sure there wasnt a wrinkle in sight. Then he buttoned them, pulling up the zipper with his other hand. He stood in front of the mirror and brushed his hair into his face, then shaking his head a bit to settle it. He selected a tie, a blood red one, and slipped it around his neck.

He picked up his phone, quickly texting Diane.

"Hey baby. Get ready. Ill be there in 20."

He tied his tie, then slipped his jacket on and buttoned the single button. He slipped into his socks, then into his shoes, which he had shined for nearly 15 minutes. Tieing them, he grabbed his car keys and ran outside.

[Diane McLain]

Diane was already almost ready. Her hair had been straightened, though she decided the curl the top layers slightly and pull them into a bun to drop down. The more she tried to mess about with the style, the worse it went, and she settled for just straightening it all, trying it back into a sweet ponytail to accentuate her eyes.

She looked down at herself, at the pointed shoes which made her feet look slightly bigger than they were which was good when having such small feet. She looked up at her skin coloured tightly, making sure that there was no ladders which she hadn't seen before. And then there was her dress. It was black and simple, surprisingly warm material despite the fact that it came to just above her shoulders and had no shoulders except for two loose slices of material that came no further down her arms than a t-shirt. She smiled, feeling more confident that her body looked beautiful and curved in all the right places in her little black dress, but afraid that she was overdressed. If she had seen Brendan, she wouldn't have worried. She grabbed her phone, seeing a message from him. "Where's there? You didn't tell me where you're picking me up from lol" she texted back quickly, shaking her head slightly as she paced around the room nervously, going back to the mirror again and again to make sure everything was in order.

[Brendan Reid]

Brendan had made it to his car, shoving his key into the ignition and started the engine so he could warm the car. It seemed an unreasonably cold night, even though it was January. He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked at it. He didnt like wearing his tuxedo because his only had one pocket, and it was on the breast. He raised a pierced eyebrow, looking oddly at the phone. So she didnt want him to pick her up, did he?

"Well, meet me at the mall then.." He typed back, setting his phone down in one of the cupholders as he rubbed his hands together to try and get warm. He didnt know why he was so cold, but he felt as if he was going to freeze to death... He didnt know where she lived and he sure as hell couldnt text and drive at the same time, and she didnt want him to pick her up... So he figured the mall would be best. Then he could take her to the resturaunt where he had reservations.

[Diane McLain]

She continued to pace around the room, occasionally looking out of her window and dreading the cold she would have to go under. Her phone made another knocking noise, and she quickly grabbed it, a little more desperately than she would have liked to admit to, but luckily no one was looking.

The mall? She frowned, joking darkly to herself about the wonders of a McDate. She checked her watch as she grabbed her small black bag, feeling the weight difference between her new bag and the huge one she always carried around with her, finding it strange. The whole night would be strange, though. Running through all her essentials - keys, phone, ID, money - she teleported herself.

She teleported herself onto the path that ran down from the forest, beside the road that most would take from FMS to the town. It would take a little longer to walk than from her usual teleporting place, next to the forest, but there was no way that she would walk through the muddy park. She wrapped her arms around her tightly, stepping down the pavement next to the road which Brendan would soon be driving down.

She gritted her teeth, wondering why tights made her legs even colder, wondering why she was even in such a small dress for what could end up only being a McDate. She would be late, and she detested being anything other than at least five minutes early.

[Brendan Reid]

Brendan backed out of the parking space, and drove off in a squeal of tires. If theres one thing he liked, it was being loud and getting noticed. He drove carefully down the narrow, winding roads until he made his way to the mall. He stayed inside the warm vehicle for a few minutes, then killed the engine and stepped out, leaning casually against his door. He knew she was probably thinking he was cheating her out of a first class date. But in all honesty, he was going above and beyond first class. He'd made reservations the minute he had gotten home from meeting her, then got his tuxedo dry cleaned. And he was hoping he wouldnt be in the monkey suit long. He shivered as the cold wind ran its icy fingers through his hair. He ran his own fingers through it, settling it back into place on his head and continued to wait for his date to arrive.

[Diane McLain]

She walked forwards, her heels glicking against the ground quietly as she looked around herself uncertainly. It was dark, and most people were walking around looking for some night out, with big groups of friends or in couples, some in formal outfits and other dressed more appropriately for the cold weather. She pulled her arms closer around herself, the mall finally in sight.

She couldn't help but open her mouth slightly as she saw him, moving quickly to be by his side as her face blushed madly, suddenly feeling extremely nervous as she pulled back her hair behind her ears. "You look...." she said softly, taking both of his hands and laughing, putting her head down as she could barely speak. "You look amazing," she was finally able to say into his eyes, "I admit I'm impressed." she said, for once feeling completely unable to joke.

[Brendan Reid]

Brendans heart nearly stopped when he saw her making her way towards him. She was too beautiful for words. The way her dress hugged her curves, then billowed out at the bottom as she walked; the way her face seemed aglow in the murky street light. He kissed her cheek gently, his breath catching in his throat.

"You look gorgeous.." He whispered, wanting to wrap his arms around her and never let go.

The wind took another go at messing up his hair, but he ran his fingers through it, letting it settle back down on his forehead. He took her hand and escorted her to the passenger side of the car, opening the door and helping her in before closing it gently. He walked around the back of the small black car and ducked into the drivers seat, shoving the key into the ignition and reving the engine. He pulled out of the parking lot, driving carefully with only one hand.

[Diane McLain]

She bit her lip lightly, though stopped quickly as she hated to think what it would have done to the light smudge of lipstick which she had applied. Not that it would last long if they were getting food. She accepted her the hand, walking as gracefully as she could to the car and sliding inside soundlessly, feeling like she was in some strange film.

She looked around the car with mild interest. It was cute, and her eyes were alive as she took everything in. She hadn't felt so much like she was glowing, not just blushing, in her life before. "So, are you going to tell me where this place is?" she asked with slight interest, finding herself unable to stop grinning widely.

[Brendan Reid]

Brendan smiled and turned off the radio, where some guy was screaming about bleeding to death or something along those lines.

"Well, its this fancy French restruant. Le somethingorother. I cant pronounce it. Never took French. But it was hard to get reservations because I couldnt understand a word the guy was saying.. His accent was thick." He smiled and sped up a bit, hoping to make it there before 6:30.

"Hold on.." He said, grabbing the clutch and switching gears as he sped up more, then whipped around to make a U-turn. He switched back into first gear as he slowed down and pulled into the parking lot. It was a huge restruant, with old fashioned street lamps and a sidewalk made of marble. He parked the car, killed the engine, and put his keys under the seat, since he had no room for them in his suit. No one would want his car anyways. It was only a two seater.

He made his way to the passenger side door, and opened it, holding out his hand to her.

[Diane McLain]

She smiled, liking the idea of the restaurant already. She wasn't entirely sure what food French included, which was disgusting considering how close her own country was to France, and that one of her friends was French. She smiled to herself, preferring to pay more attention to Brendan than his driving.

She was glad that it had been a short journey, and looked up at the posh looking restaurant with approval, taking off her seatbelt and she was about to reach for the door handle when she found Brendan there, with his hand stretched out for her. She smiled and took it, pulling herself up and closing the door behind her. "Brendan, this looks... fantastic. No ones ever done anything like this before."

[Brendan Reid]

Brendan smiled and took off his jacket, putting it around her shoulders.

"Good. You deserve a fancy treat." He said, putting his arm around her waist and guiding her to the door. Another man in a monkey suit, bowed to her and opened the door, then smiled at Brendan, who followed her closely. Brendan adjusted his tie a bit and walked to the podium where a guy of about 60 stood, straight as a rod, his hair parted neatly to one side.

"Bonjour, sir. Last name?" He said with an accent so think Brendan was temped to scream at him 'SPEAK ENGLISH!'

"Reid. Brendan." He said, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

"Right this way, sir. Madamioselle." He said, holding his arm out for Diane to take.

[Diane McLain]

She smiled and took his hand in hers tightly, finding herself feeling slightly nervous around all of the people who were obviously very high class. She found it strange, since she wasn't used to having a lot of money at all; her mother had borrowed every penny she spent, and it was always tight in her family. She was suddenly worried that she would do something very wrong to make her stand out.

She blushed at the accent, looking at Brendon. She was used to hearing a slight French accent, and had taken a few years of French, but she had to admit that it was hard to understand. She looked between the two men, the waiter and her date, unsure exactly what to do, her eyes silently begging for help.

[Brendan Reid]

Brendan nodded towards the guy, who stood still as a statue with his arm out for Diane. Brendan smiled a bit to himself as Diane finally linked her arm with the mans and he escorted her to the table, Brendan following close behind. The man freed his arm and pulled out Dianes chair for her. Braxton stood across the table, waiting for her to take her seat before he took his.

Once they were both sitting, the man bowed a bit from the waist at Diane.

"Le garçon sera avec vous bientôt." He said, then turned and walked off. Brendan looked at Diane, who seemed very uncomfortable and out of place. He reached across the table and placed his hand over hers.

[Diane McLain]

She walked over to Brendan, wishing that she could stay close to him while she was feeling so nervous, but knowing that this was all just a part of the magic of the evening. "Merci," she found herself saying softly to waitress as he bowed, trying to work out exactly what he was saying.

She frowned, trying to translate what he had just said with what little French she had taken; she had never been very good at the listening part. She stopped smiling and frowned though, looking up at Brendan and smiling, finding comfort in his eyes. "The boy something with you good-something?" she tried to guess.

[Brendan Reid]

Brendan shook his head, her attempted translation terribly off course.

"He said 'The Waiter will be with you soon.'" He said with a smile. Braxton was fluent in French and had given him a heads up on what the man might say. He shivered a bit, although it was very warm in the restruant. A waiter arrived with two menus and a notepad.

"Heres your menus. And what can I get you to drink?" He asked, this guy actually speaking english.

"Ill take a water..." Brendan said with a smile as he looked down at the menu. Surprisingly, they had spaghetti on the menu. Shouldnt that be in an italian restruant? He shook his head and smiled.

"Ill take the spaghetti." He said, closing the menu and handing it back to the man.