Date of Doom

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

Lisa stands in front of her mirror, smoothing the silky black material of her dress. She blots away at her lipstick for the tenth time in the past two minutes, and then backs away from the vanity.

"It's a date. It is just a date. No big deal. Just two friends. Right, Lisa."

She grabs her purse and lingers at small box on the coffeetable. She grabs the delicate, silver cross necklace inside, and tucks it into her bra. She doesn't want to wear it, but she promised Liz. She double checks her cell phone battery and sits down on Wallace's bed to wait for Angelus to arrive.

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Nope, not just you," reminded, he looked around, actually checking for any signs of strangeness. "Something's up, but I don't know what. Not my talent, unfortunately."

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Well, whatever it is, I am staying away from the Clinic," she laughed. "So, tell me about yourself. I mean, anything that you're comfortable with..."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Huh, let's see," he said as he held a door open for her. "Told you about the new job. You already know I go to Fandom High. Umm - I like drawing, ballet, and not being turned into dust by sunlight?"

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"I guess if we go out a second time, a trip to the tanning salon is out. Do you dance? My mother made me take lessons when I was a child, said it would make me more graceful. You can see how well that worked out."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Actually I do," he said. "Admittedly only the old-fashioned stuff. Haven't really had a chance to learn anything new." Hesitantly, he added, "Not like that's going to matter for Homecoming, I guess."