Who: Peyton Moder and Cedric Girnwood Where: Cedric's Home When: June 16th / 2009 6:09pm
Peyton had no flipping clue what she was doing and was telling herself this was the worst mistake of her life.
Going to dinner with some neighbor that called her up randomly in the middle of the night? Not only would any normal woman think that was a sign, they surely wouldn't agree to go out with him after the fact. What the hell was she thinking. And what was worse...was she really stressing over what to wear? What did it matter what she wore? Her crazy, overactive imagination figured that if she was going to go and have dinner at a strangers house that very well could be the British Jack the Ripper, she might as well leave a pretty corpse.
Gory and rather morbid true, but that was just Peyton's thought process.
So she showered, shaved, lathered, rinsed, repeated, slathered, plucked, moisturized, buffed... all the things a girl does to look pretty (the whole time asking herself why, and finally she got herself dressed. She took a while to do her make up and then brushing out her hair she decided to leave it down and she put the finishing touches on her look. She stepped back and looked at herself in the mirror. It would have to do. She knew she looked good, though she'd recently noticed she'd gained five pounds and it was sitting right there on her behind for all the world to see. She'd have to stop eating so many meals a day. One was good enough for the most part, she wasn't sure why she'd been snacking so much lately.
Slipping her heels on (she wasn't sure if she'd have to take them off though so she'd given herself a pedicure this afternoon after she'd made the dessert she'd promised she headed in to the kitchen gathering up the wine she'd gotten that morning, the special baking cups she needed that were filled and waiting to be baked and everything else, placing it in a carrier bag. She hesitated, not having planned on bringing a pocket book for the night. She brought just her house key with her, leaving the car keys behind and against her imaginations better judgment, left her cell phone on the table as well. If she was going to die tonight, she wasn't going to make it out to be some sort of cheesy horror film.
She left her place, and walked down the way, feeling the muggy air around her, glad she'd only worn a light sweater over her dress. She wondered if she wasn't a touch too dressed up, but it wasn't very often she got to go all out. She was at least enjoying looking so pretty. Upon coming to his doorstep, she knocked on the door, half tempted to sneak about and slip in with the key, but that would just be awkward. She waited, her hands clutching the handles of the bag of goodies.