Rowan Cabot (rowanoak) wrote in wiacademy, @ 2012-04-19 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !incomplete, keegan howe, rowan cabot |
Characters: Rowan and Keegan
Setting: Their shared room at Ally's ranch, Wednesday an hour or so before the party starts.
Content: SFW, probable language and possible tickling
Summary: Rowan gets all gussied up, and Keegan... well... is Keegan.
Even though she was less in a party mood than she had wanted to be, Rowan was still very excited to be able to go to this dance that Ally was having at her home. The last dance that she and Keegan had actually gone to together was back at Homecoming, and that was still at a point where she hadn't exactly been used to the whole 'I have a date and am going to a dance at school' thing. Truthfully, since there hadn't been a dance since then, she still wasn't entirely used to it at this point either. At least she was doing better with the whole 'I have a boyfriend' part. Better, but there were still moments where it struck her as something that was still new and exciting and nerve wracking.
Putting the last touches on her makeup, and giving her hair a final pat, Rowan looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She decided that since there really hadn't been an opportunity to dress up for Keegan in the almost 10 months they had been dating, that she would go a little bit above the semi-formal proclamation that Ally had made. Really only because she wanted to look good for him, as a kind of surprise. Usually she was fairly casual, sometimes very casual indeed, so the short red dress and the nice shoes and fancy makeup and hair and everything should go over well. Or so she hoped. She thought she looked good, but sometimes you just didn't know how you appeared to others.
Taking a deep breath, Rowan opened the door and made her way over to be standing in front of Keegan. So focused was she on his approval of what she was in, that her mind didn't quite take in anything that he was wearing. In a soft voice, she asked a simple "So... does this look ok?" as she looked at him. And blinked and looked at him again. A button down shirt. Jeans. Before she could even think about stopping herself, she was speaking again. A questioning and curious sounding, "...have you changed yet? For the dance?"