Θανατος (deadthings) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-06-19 20:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-05, evan |
Calling The First Date The Most Awkward Is An Understatement
Who: Dorcas and Evan {Oooh, holy craaaap... 13,000+ words...}
When: Evening around 6
Where: Dorcas's home, Evan's car, Evan's home
Evan left the funeral home and headed straight for his house to shower. Which he did, scrubbing every part of his body until he smelled of nothing but body wash and cleanness. He wasn't about to pick up Dorcas smelling like death, literally. Once that was done and he'd changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and managed to locate his shoes, he realized his home wasn't exactly decently cleaned. He was a single guy and he lived alone. There were cd's and dvd's everywhere and fast food trash that probably had been there since he moved in. A quick clean up produced a full bag of garbage, but at least the living room was clean. His bedroom floor remained covered with clothes and books and other things, but he doubted they'd make it to the bedroom so he just shut the door to it instead.
At six, he showed up at the address Dorcas had given him and knocked on her door. He hadn't picked up the food yet, figuring it best to see what the girl wanted and not order for her. Patiently he waited for her to answer and tried not to psych himself out. He half expected to have been hallucinating that morning himself and have ended up kissing some woman that more closely resembled Roy Orbison than the girl he remembered. Please god don't let me have been stoned on embalming fumes.
Dorcas had left work promptly at 5 o'clock, having closed up the shop a little early. She was fairly certain the boss wouldn't mind. She had practically raced home because she had a little under an hour to get ready and really she wanted to be perfect. Technically this was a first date. And especially technically this was her first date ever. Absolutely ever. If she screwed this up she was going to swear off dating for the rest of her life.
Between the time she got home and just a little before 6 o'clock, she'd taken a very, very quick shower and changed clothes. Her mood for the day had changed drastically so her outfit from before did not match. Dorcas dawned a sweet paisley sundress and went about instructing the few spirits hanging around her home to stay the Hell there or else she was going to kill them again and swore she knew how. Not that she really did but they didn't know that.
As it got closer to six, a dread feeling sank into her... What if this was a prank? What if Evan wasn't really coming? What if he was just screwing with her and this was going to end up like some teen horror flick and her door got egged or something? Only there was a knock at the door. With a careful deep breath, she cautiously went to her door from her arm chair and unlocked the, well, several locks keeping it in place. A very short prayer later, she opened the door to see Evan there and she smiled, "Wow, you actually came..." Nice show of self-esteem there.
He would have had something smart to say immediately, as was his way, but he was a bit taken aback by her drastic mood changing clothing. He arched a brow as he looked over her. She was hot still, that hadn't changed, but Ms. Doom and Gloom and traded in her funeral garb for Princess Bubbly's attire. "Well then..." he said blinking a little and shaking his head. A little smile flicking across his face.
"You doubted me?" he asked her once his eyes finally found their way to her face again. "Why wouldn't I have showed up? Think I just randomly arrange dates and then... don't come? Yeah, not very smart of me if I were to do that, Pretty. You ready?"
She worried her silver lip ring between her teeth as he quite obviously looked her over (and thankfully not her house which was honestly a mess with books and papers strewn everywhere). Hopefully he liked it. After all, she wasn't really goth, she just wore whatever she liked - whatever felt right. That morning, after being rudely awakened by Mister Seville, she'd felt dark. He'd made her feel light again.
"It's not you I doubted... Well, I mean, a little I guess. Mostly me though," she was having a severe case of word dribbling and she shook her head, trying to get rid of the thoughts in her mind. They were awful. "One second," she said and leaned to one side. There was a scrape of keys and cloth. Turning her back to him she addressed the supposedly empty (but not really) house, "Again. Stay here all of you. And don't mess with my snake."
Dorcas spun back around, having a small handbag grasped along with her keys. A girl could not leave the house without the essentials after all! Whatever those were... She stepped outside, leaving the porch light on and went about locking the door. Paranoid much? "Officially ready!"
She was an odd one alright. A odd one that just got weirder and weirder as the moments with her drew on. Evan didn't mind though. She was interesting and he definitely didn't have to work to keep his attentions on her. He was watching her the whole time, mostly curious of what she might do next.
"You sure?" he asked. "Don't have a few hundred more locks to do up?" Evan teased. "I only have like one lock and a dead bolt at my place so do you really think you're gonna be safe there? Will I have to protect you?" A little grin slipped across his face at that thought and he reached out to take her hand, then lead her to his car and pulled the passenger side door open for her before heading around to his own side of the car.
Well, weird was the new hot or something. Weird was replacing nerd in some aspects. It was a not-so-proven fact. Dorcas chuckled softly as he teased her about all the locks, "I do some storage for the shop and have a few... special items of my own. I'm protecting my investments since I can't afford an alarm system." If only she could. Maybe she could - no, they'd never help her. It was a miracle they were even paying for college.
She almost squee'd when he took her hand and followed him towards his car with a faint bounce to her step - mostly because it was kind of hard to skip in heels without falling flat on your face or breaking an ankle. "Well aren't you the gentleman," she noted as she slipped into the passenger seat after Evan opened the door for her, smoothing her dress behind her.