Arriving!

Who: Drea and Eben, and open to other homecoming arrivals!
When: dance-time!
Where: on the way to homecoming

Eben had the cab pull up outside of Drea's place, and wait, as he walked up to the door. Knocking, he stepped back, and waited, feeling pleasantly pleased with everything of late. He was looking forward to the dance, he had his (not well liked) digital camera in his pocket, just so he could take pictures of all the imagery he was sure he'd see tonight. It would be recordable, most certainly.

He also looked forward to spending more time with Drea, who seemed all sorts of awesome. She was a cute thing, and he liked cute things. He just hoped that she wasn't nervous now or anything, considering the circumstances when he'd asked her--what with the fact she'd been fantastically inebriated at the time.

Drea was stupidly nervous. She'd gotten a dress -- a sixties-ish peasant dress affair that was a deep sort of burgandy and was at the very least comfortable -- but hadn't even thought about shoes until she was getting ready. So there she stood near the front door in a calf-length dress and a very worn pair of Doc Martens ripoffs. It was either those or her ratty sneakers, and at least she could pretend to be pulling off some punkish thing. She hoped so, anyway. Her hair was pinned back in chunky bits and a messy bun with a chopstick stuck through it.

And her heart just about exploded when the doorbell sounded. Her dad was under strict orders to stay the hell back in his room, and so far he was doing well. She waited a second so it didn't look like she was standing right behind the door, and opened it. God, she hoped he didn't want to come in or anything.

Eben smiled brightly when he saw her. "Hey!" he said. "You look stunning." he added. "Are you ready to go?" He dug his camera out of his pocket and brought it up. "Though you have to smile first." he told her. "Or y'know. Glare at me. Whatever's most natural." he teased affectionately.

"How 'bout I look like I'm gonna throw up?" she suggested with a very faint smile. 'Cause that was about how she felt. He looked pretty good himself, but she thought that Eben was the kind of guy who could pull off anything and look good doing it. He just had that ... face. She brightened up the smile a bit for the picture, going along with that, at least, and then reached for her jacket. "Okay, yes, let's go."

"You could do that look too." Eben said, snapping the shot. "Such a nice smile." he told her easily, then he held out his arm for her. "My lady." he said expansively. "I got you a flower...thing." he said. "Not sure what they're called exactly. I got you a white flower mostly, just so it would hopefully compliment whatever you got."

A flower thing? Christ, she was gonna throw up. She slipped into her jacket -- which was her dad's leather one and too big for her, but she'd stolen more as a comfort thing than anything -- and shut the door behind her, slipping one arm into his. Funny how she could roughhouse and wrestle around with boys easy as anything, but being escorted felt like the weirdest thing in the world. "A corsage?" she suggested. "You didn't have to do that."

"Yes! That." Eben said. "And I know, but I thought it wouldn't be right if I didn't. Besides. I like calla lilies." he continued, walking her to the cab, and he opened the door for her and everything, though he definitely was playing up the whole chivalry thing, to be playful with her. "And if you don't like it, we caaaannnn....randomly give it to the first person we see that really looks like they should have calla lilies in their life."

Her cheeks felt hot, and she hoped that the air outside would do something about that. "So you don't know the name for a corsage, but you know what calla lilies are?" she said, going for teasing as she got into the back of the cab. She automatically tugged her skirt hem down almost to the tops of her boots, watching him come around through the windshield to get into the other side.

"My mind is a very ecclectic mess of weirdness. I make no apologies for the holes in my education, or the weird areas I may have knowledge in that I would guess other guys would not. Like flowers. I like flowers. They're nice." Eben said with a grin as he got in 'round the other side and the cab took off towards the school. The corsage happened to be on the seat in a plastic container, and he held it out to her. "But here you go. You are free to do with it as you wish."

It was pretty, she could appreciate that. And they weren't really girly frilly-flowers. They were more ... graceful. And smelled nice, even through the plastic. Drea glanced over at him through her eyelashes and opened it up. "It's really nice," she murmured as she took it out. Moving her jacket aside, she worked on getting it pinned on her dress, then looked over at him again. "It doesn't look stupid on me, does it?" she asked, lip curled a little in an unsure manner. Not that he'd say so if it did. Ugh, she was bad at this.

Eben looked over then tipped her chin with his finger. "'Course not." he said, with that same affection he'd been holding onto since he arrived. "You look beautiful. By all rights, you should be seeing those drooling boys at any second now." he added, glancing out the window for only a heartbeat as the cab slowed down.

There was that blush again. Combined with the sinking-stomach feeling. Because she was in a dress with her hair done and she was wearing flowers and about to go to a dance. Drea bit her glossed lip and considered for a second bailing out and asking to go back home, or at least somewhere else. But she'd agreed already and they were at the school and he'd bought her a corsage and everything. "Doubtful," she muttered, and popped her door open as they came to a stop.

That didn't sit well with Eben, though she was already getting out and he got out as well, trying to cover a frown though he didn't do so well with that. He offered her his arm again, however, already hearing some music coming from the gym.

Drea took it a little easier this time, eyes on the gym doors. She missed the frown, as she was busy telling herself that she was going to have fun here, despite the dress-and-dance of it all. It was just another school gathering thing, and she could do it. She took a steadying breath, glanced over at him with a small smile, and threw up a hope that he wouldn't wander off too soon.

He returned the smile, gave her a little smooch on the temple, then lead her inside, not having any real plans to wander off this evening. He usually just rolled with whatever, and after a remark like she'd made, he likely wasn't going to be happy to leave her on her own. So...he'd stick closer than that. Either way--time for a packed room full of prettied up people. Should be an entertaining time.