First Floor Lobby, Saturday Night

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

Well.

The date had certainly gone well.

So well, in fact, that Conner was now sitting in a chair in the first floor lobby with smushed banana, chocolate syrup, and ice cream in his hair. And possibly a maraschino cherry. And sprinkles.

Maybe he ought to look happier about this?

Probably not.

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[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"I can do that," Conner said. "With the flowers, you think?"

He frowned. "She's never going to want to go out with me again, is she?"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"She didn't get attacked by stupid in the last two minutes, Conner," Willow replied.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Well, that sucks," he grumbled.

He did mean the part about Marie never wanting to go out with him again. He just didn't actually say that part.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Fortunately for him Willow had a soft spot for people with no dating skills whatsoever.

Since, you know, she was one.

"You'll do better next time," she said, going to give him a light pat on the arm now.

The other arm. Not the one she'd hit.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"I'll even take notes," Conner replied, grateful for the switch of arms. "Just please, don't make people spell my name wrong like even my show producers did in the title card of my one big character episode. That's just cruel."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Do right by Marie and I won't have to," Willow said. "Do it wrong and it'll go everywhere. Even up to your Social Security Number."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Okay, okay, I will!" Conner exclaimed. "I'll totally make it up to her. I swear!"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow patted him on the shoulder. "That's the spirit. Night, Conner!"

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Night, Willow," Conner said weakly, content (if you could call it that) to have survived and just sit there in the lobby with ice cream in his hair.