Who: Mac and Brayden(Open to continuation?) Where: The Prom - Regan High When: Evening - Saturday, April 17
Was Brayden crazy? Depending on who you asked? Possibly. He'd passed on taking all of the gorgeous young things that had been clamoring for him to the dance tonight, and he'd even passed on asking Dawn Summers, even though he suspected prom would have been a virtual lock for hitting that. No... instead, he'd asked the girl that was probably the one true FRIEND he'd made since arriving here: Mackenzie King. He felt bad for how people treated her, and wanted her to get to experience this. So crazy? Possibly. But for at least tonight... Brayden was a good man. Of course, seeing how jaw-droppingly hot she looked when he picked her up for their limo ride didn't hurt at all either. Now, as they walked into the gym, he was all grins as he had her on his arm. "You clean up pretty good, kid..." He said with a sweet, teasing tone.
To say she had been a bundle of nerves waiting on the porch of her cousin's house for Brayden to pick her up would have been the greatest understatement of the century. As much as she was wanting this night to go smoothly for herself, Mac was wanting it to be a night to remember for Brayden even more. He could have chosen just about any girl from Regan High to take to the dance, and he selected her as his date. So it was quite understandable, at least for Mac, that she make sure her escort had the time he deserved that night.
"I guess I do, even though it took me almost three hours to look this decent." Mac countered softly in her attempt to tease the guy back as they entered the gym with her on his arm in the dress Buffy had helped her choose for the special evening. A sight that was drawing the attention of more then one pair of eyes.
"Decent. You're a goddamn KNOCKOUT, King. Seriously." He smirked, slipping an arm around her waist as they walked around a little, stopping a few times for the obligatory prom photos so many people had to incessantly take. "So. This *is* a dance..." He laughed as a slow tune started to play, "dance with me."
Mac smiled up to Brayden with no vocal response as the guy slipped his arm lightly around her waist. And she would have gone without the taking of pictures thing, but Brayden seemed to be quite insistent that the photographer capture at least one picture of them together. So there Mac stood in her formal dress, with her hair pulled up and back away from her face, beside her date.
"I don't know how I could possibly decline such a request." Mac smiled looking up to Brayden once more. Things were going just as she hoped they would, though that realization brought the fear that something would go terribly wrong to tug at the back of her mind, though Mac did well to keep that dread from showing.
"Relax..." He said with a soothing tone, as if seeing all those feelings etched in her expression. "You're in good hands. I won't let anyone ruin this for you, babe." He pulled her closer, holding her thin frame against his muscular chest. "You're a good friend, Mac. Better than a jackass like me probably deserves."
"You're a better person then you let yourself believe you are, Brayden Bale." Mac said laying her head against his chest as the guy guided her in the dance to the soft flow of the music playing in the background. In Mac's mind they both deserved to have one of the best nights of their lives.
"I'm glad you agreed to come with me, babe. I like being around you." He kissed her forehead sweetly, his hands resting low on her hips. "You make me feel like a good person. Plus? Yer WAY hotter than you realize, which is also a plus."
"You are a good person." Mac reminded him. "Sure you have some faults, but everyone does. No one's perfect. I'm the perfect example of that." Mac said glancing back up to the guy with a gentle laying of her hands on his broad shoulders.
"I want to be honest with you. About everything." He said, finally deciding to tell her who and what he was. "You already know my rep around here, and that's probably the scariest thing about me anyway. Do you know much about... monsters?"
"Yes." Mac answered in a barely audible voice, and a light looping of her arms around the guy's neck, as she seemed to hold him a bit closer. While she knew about the reputation Brayden had built among the teen population, Mac knew very little else about the guy, not that it mattered to her as she knew all she needed to about the guy. But the same really couldn't be said about the reverse, Brayden knew maybe even less about her. He didn't know what she was capable of. That the dreamwalker she was could very well be considered being a monster. A freak, which was how Mac saw herself.
"Well... I'm sort of a double-whammy of disbelief. So... I'm willing to tell you all about me here... But you gotta promise to leave common sense at the door and just BELIEVE." He gave her a cute little twirl before pulling her back to him. Clearly he'd learned to dance from his mother's side of the family.
"Can we talk about this after the dance?" The dreamwalker asked once Brayden had drawn her back in after that little twirling trick of his. A move that brought a smile to the dark haired girl's face. If he was going to be all forthcoming with her, then Mac was going to do the same. But she wanted to have a special, unruined moment to remember before either revelation might splinter what had grown between the two of them.
"Sure thing, babe." He replied with a slightly forced grin, figuring it was the OTHER way, that she would want nothing to do with HIM once she learned what he was. "You know, yer not a half-bad dancer. Obviously nowhere near as awesome as me, but that goes without saying. Still... not bad."
That latter comment caught a soft, little laugh from Mac. Being this was the first dance the teen had ever engaged with someone that wasn't her father, Mac thought herself doing quite well. Not that she'd win any dance competitions, but at least she didn't have two left feet, or was stepping on Brayden's foot every couple of steps. "It help having a good dance partner."