Terry was glad that Stephen had helped him pick out an outfit for the night, because if left to himself he'd have been totally out of his league. They'd finally found a tuxedo that suited Terry, and in between teasing comments about his 'date' with Ernie-it wasn't a date Terry had insisted- they'd managed to get Terry looking almost sophisticated. The only thing out of place was his hair, which refused to behave. No matter what Terry tried, curls sprung out in odd places with no warning.
The fact that he was appropriately dressed did nothing to soothe his nerves, however, and his stomach was jumping by the time he got Ben off to Millicent's for the night, his tuxedo on and smoothed out, and his hair in as much order as it could be. He had reminded himself over and over that this wasn't a date, but it didn't seem to help the butterflies that were dancing a jig in his stomach.
He heard the knock at the door and took a deep breath, before he crossed to open it. He smiled up at Ernie, feeling the nerves ease off. This was Ernie, his friend, and he nearly laughed at how foolish he was being. "Hi," he said, stepping aside. "You look nice."