Room 209, before prom

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Molly said she'd never seen Aeryn in other colors. Looking at prom dresses right after that may have meant Aeryn actually looked at something besides black. Of course, she's now wearing the exact opposite of black, and the first person to snicker is getting hit.

And despite having gone to homecoming, she's still not sure exactly what she's supposed to be doing. She's kind of decided that's an Aeryn problem, and not a cultural one.

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John spends an inordinate amount of time adjusting his tie and making sure his hair is straight and telling Umberto to shut the hell up.

So, now he's in front of Aeryn's door, holding a bouquet of flowers and still pulling at his tie.

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She opens the door, self-conscious for all of two seconds before she's smiling at him. "Hi," she says.

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And she's wearing...white. And a dress. A white dress. It's not just a black dress spray painted white, it's a white dress.

John makes a high pitched squeak. Yeah, real smooth.

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"Not good?" she asks, not sure how to interpret a squeak.

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"Very good," he manages to choke out. And tugs at the tie again. "Very, very good. Wow."

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Aeryn smiles again, and tells him, "I take back what I said about no blue."

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"Oh, thanks. Figured I'd let the tux gather dust. You look great," he says again. "Oh, and these are for you." He gives her the bouquet.

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"Oh. Thank you," she says, taking them and not even noticing the pink. That either means she's in a really good mood or is actually a little nervous. "I should find something to put these in."

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"That can wait," he says, finally coming inside her room. "How're you feeling?"

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She puts the flowers down on the desk and says, "I'm all right. How are you?"

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"Absolutely awesome," he says, grinning. "Nervous?"

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"Only that someone will try to put a tiara on me and I'll have to beat them to death with it. It might ruin the dress."

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"You have such an wonderful way with words," he quips. "Besides, you look like a princess. Tiara would complete the ensemble."

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"I think I'm really beginning to hate the 'princess' word," she says, wincing. "I'm just going to hope everyone voted for Rory."

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"Oh, damn. I forgot something."

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"What?" she asks. Maybe a little warily, because this is John.

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"Kissy." And he kisses her. Because he totally did forget to do that.

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She kisses him back, smiling when she pulls back a little. "Feel better?" she asks.

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"Uh huh." And maybe a little woozy. "Want to do anything before prom? Eating, drinking, cartoons, bowling?"

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"We could go to eat, I suppose," she says. The dance will probably take a while anyway.

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"All righty." He holds out his hand. "Ready?"

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She takes it. "Ready."