Who Fucking Cares? (Sally Face x Larry)

The dance

Sally looked in the mirror, brushing his hair more. He really liked Ash, she was pretty and cool. She even didn't mind how he looked beneath his mask. Sally blushed beneath his mask, setting his brush down and adjusting his mask. He wore a button up shirt and a pair of black slacks. He felt silly but at the same time he knew he was dressed appropriately for the dance.

"Sal, Ashley is here," his dad called and Sally went out to her.

Sal stopped at his doorway once he saw Ashley. She was drop dead gorgeous, her brown hair up in a elegant bun, wearing light makeup and a long black dress. Her combat boots peaked out from under her dress. Sal swallowed as he walked to her. "You look very nice Ash."

"Thanks Sal, so do you," she said, smiling at him. "Now let's go. You'll have to drive since I can't in this dress."

"O-okay. O-oh! I got you something." He grabbed the red rose he had gotten from the shop in town, giving it to her. She smelled it, smiling.

"This is very nice Sal. Thanks."

"You're welcome," Sal mumbled.

Ashley took Sally's hand and led him outside of his apartment.