Ronald Laurent and Chris Klein? <Addison!>

[tigerlilysully]

Torrence had no clue how she had been sucked into this stupid chastity ball thing. For one, she didn't do balls. Or dances. Or galas. And she definitely did not wear dresses. Nope. Torrence refused.

So why had she agreed to meet Addison at this giant boutique? Torrence hadn't the faintest idea. In her opinion, it was like glitter and pink had had a baby, and said baby had puked all over the place. Slinky satins and itchy materials flanked the walls, all of different lengths and colors. And then the different colors had different hues. Oh God. Torrence was right terrified. As she mused over one rack, a perky blond saleslady came over. "Can I help you with anything, miss?" Torrence resisted the urge to snort. "Well, if you have anythin' less...girly, then yes mam you can help." Smirking, Torrence watched as the woman, whose nametag read "Bridget", got an annoyed look on her face and walked away. Yes, Torrence was one of those girls.

Now where was Addison? It wasn't that Torrence was eager to spend girl time with her sort-of rival (or could they call it truce since Torrence was going with Wilbur?), she was just hoping that the more-feminine Addison could help the dress shopping experience. Pulling a short, green dress off the rack, Torrence annalyzed it. Nope, too Tinkerbell-y. A glance at the tag stated that it was by someone called Valentino. That was an odd name. Did Valentino like Valentine's Day or something? Shoving the dress back, Torrence glanced at a few others. They were all obnoxiously short and sparkly. They definitely wouldn't be allowed at a chastity ball. Torrence needed something long, but in a dark, earthy color. For a moment, Torrence wondered if they made camoflague dresses. Glancing around the boutique, Torrence paled. It would take hours to find a dress here. For once in her life, Torrence was ready to wave the white flag, to ask for help.

[wendy]

Addison was having second thoughts on this Ball, but it wasn’t something she’d admit to out loud. She’d already given her word to attend and so she would, even if she was no longer as sure as she had been. Mary Anne hadn’t recognized her or Matthew in the chat room; Addison was quite sure she would’ve flat-out denied Matthew attending if she’d realized it was him. Perhaps one of the reasons Addison was going was just so she could see how Mary Anne would react. But, no. That was mean.

Dress shopping with Torrence would be… it would… Addison could hardly find a word. She didn’t want to say dreadful or exciting because it was neither of those. Interesting. Yes, interesting would work. Torrence was the very last person she expected to see in a dress. The very last person. Without a doubt. Addison was running late and she felt bad for this, especially since Torrence was probably having a horrific time waiting in the boutique for her. It wasn’t her fault there had been a traffic jam! You couldn’t control New York traffic.

Finally entering the store, Addison looked around and quickly spotted Torrence. She rushed over to the girl, an apologetic smile already planted on her lips. “I’m so sorry for being late!” She exclaimed, glancing around. None of these dresses looked suitable for a Chastity Ball. “Perhaps we should find a different store…” Addison examined a nearby dress with a look of distaste, and then one of shock upon seeing the price. Goodness! “We can still look around, though.” Perhaps they would find something appropriate and well-priced.