[closed] winner winner, fancy dinner

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Who: Leia Rolando, Jude Mathis
When: Like a week/some days before the Winter Ball
Where: Shopping district
What: Shopping for formal-wear for their definitely-not-a-date.
Warnings: None!


[It was a hard battle, but Leia won.

It's written all over her face as they walk. There's pride, and determination: after the disaster that was the carnival, she's determined to make this ball a good one. Jude, unfortunately for him, had been the perfect candidate to help; and even though he resisted, she eventually got the do-gooder in him to agree.

They'll go, together, as friends.]

Come on. As long as you don't drag your feet, it'll be over quick. I promise!

[She nudges him teasingly.]

I mean, I've never really worn anything formal before, but it shouldn't be that hard to find something, right?

[At least they're not trying to make things from scratch?]

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[Then there's the waiting, and the transaction probably feels twice as long as it actually is. Their cards are returned eventually though, their chosen outfits neatly tucked in protective bags. Leia takes hers thankfully and is already moving towards the door after some polite thank yous.

Outside, she pulls out her CereVice to check the time:]

Phew. Well, that actually didn't take too long.

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[Well it felt like an awkward eternity for him... but he wisely keeps his mouth shut. Okay it wasn't that terrible but he doesn't want to do that again any time soon. Preferably ever.]

I'm just glad to be out of there. [Those employees were just a tad too enthusiastic...]

Well... should we get something to eat then?

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Sounds good.

[She nods and wastes no time walking forward to take the lead. There's a hint of relief in her smile, cemented by a sigh that follows--but no, it really wasn't so bad after all.

Now it's over, and they have something to look forward to, even if it's as simple as a fancy party ball.

She has to be thankful for that.]