Re: Crowd Outskirts: Conner/Donna
In Conner's increasingly vague memories, he had been on a date before, but it had been one of those dates that everybody agrees upon because you have to go to prom with somebody, and since everybody grew up with everybody else, so you might as well go with the person you feel most comfortable with. Anything else that could count as a date faded into the uncertain borders of his mind, and he hadn't time for the gray haze that kept eluding him, since his days were filled up with things like broken sinks, dorm food, textbooks he didn't own yet and people he'd just met.
Despite his oh-so-casual joking around with Donna beforehand, Conner's vision of "Wayne Manor" had been something like a really oversized farmhouse with extra parking in the back. As they walked up into the twinkling shadows of the massive stone castle thing, Conner's mouth was hanging open. He himself was wearing brown lace-up boots, extremely worn out jeans, and a black shirt. His one nod to the occasion was a plaid shirt that was doing its best to fit the width of his shoulders as he tensed up. The arm Donna grabbed was iron hard as Conner stiffened up, intimidated by the party out of the movies. "There's a bird made out of ice," he said, stupidly, staring at it.
Belatedly, he looked down at her, and realized that he should try to be more confident and reassuring and... stuff. She already was, he assumed. Really smart and sure about all the stuff she already knew. (He would have to Google her shirt. He was like, 80% sure it was a movie.) "Now I know why that kid is so weird." He flashed her a smile so wholesome and earnest it certainly didn't belong at a party like this. "It must be horrible living here." He made a conscious effort to relax his arm so she could move closer (no objections). "I vote we find the food, then run for it."