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.

Comments

[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.