Tyler Dayspring (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} boyanachronism) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-06-14 18:52:00 |
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What: Dancing
Where: London
When: A couple nights ago
Warnings: none likely, light swearing possible.
He whistled as the driver wound through the streets, straightening his collar for the hundredth time. For some reason they kept getting messed up. It had been a busy pair of hours, since he'd realized rather rapidly that he didn't have any suitable clothing to wear for this, and he was waaay too tall for his dad's clothes.
At least he didn't have to iron it, and his mom had laughed when he'd told her what he'd needed the money for. She'd also, he realized rather belatedly, slipped a string of condoms into his jeans pocket. Which was embarrassing, but at least he knew where she stood on the subject.
Being a gentleman and a realist, he got rid of all but one. If one was insufficient, which he highly doubted, they could get more. If it was one too many, at least it wouldn't make his pants look funny.
He fidgeted with his collar again as they neared the address. He hoped she was as nice as she'd seemed on the message board. It was no fun taking mean girls dancing. Of course, he could always leave if she were too bad, but that would be rude.
He laughed at himself a little, and shook his head. "One thing at a time, self. It's just dancing, not chess."