Oh fuck. She wanted him to come. Fuck it. He followed along as though he had planned to the entire time and followed her to the room, just to stand anxiously near the corner while she got changed into the gown. He pulled his phone from his pocket and started typing away, sending Gloria no fewer than four emails about checking on things that were unimportant at the office.
When he finally took a seat, his foot was tapping lightly against the floor again. "Alright, so you're 18 right? At least?" he questioned, because he knew she had to be...she had been in that damn bar. But fuck if he hadn't had a fake ID. This could have been bad, though he assumed he had nothing to worry about in that respect.
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Date: 2012-05-12 02:56 am (UTC)When he finally took a seat, his foot was tapping lightly against the floor again. "Alright, so you're 18 right? At least?" he questioned, because he knew she had to be...she had been in that damn bar. But fuck if he hadn't had a fake ID. This could have been bad, though he assumed he had nothing to worry about in that respect.