"Are you ready, Dusty? You're going to be late for our date!" Ty says as he knocks on Dusty's door.
"Just wait a moment, be patient!" Dusty calls back as she steps into the dress her mother gave her. She didn't like the idea of dresses, they make her feel off when she wears them, and she gets headaches. But it's important that she make Ty happy if she had any hope of getting an answer out of him. So she would have to keep up appearances.
A long moment passes as Ty waits for Dusty to put on her dress. "Do you need help in there?
Dusty sighs. "Yeah, come in." She was having trouble reaching back to zip the dress up. It's almost like it was designed so that women cant zip them up on their own. Dusty hated sexist fashion designers.
Ty opens the door and helps her with the zipper. Though his hand lingered by her middle back for longer than Dusty thought it should. She/he had plenty of memories of helping dates with their dress, it's not that hard. Fun, maybe, but not hard.
As soon as she is zipped up, Dusty walks out of the room and to the cab waiting outside. "Alright, lets just go already."
***
As the two of them walk into the place, Dusty surveys the crowd with a glance. The party was just starting so it was hard to gauge how it will end up, but most of the kids seemed like lightweights. So it probably wouldn't end up too wild. Good, fewer distractions. Dusty had to remember that she was a woman on a mission, er, a man on a mission.
"Ach..." Dusty moans as a migraine washes over his/her skull.
Ty asks. "You alright?"
"I'm fine... look, a punch bowl. Let's get some." Dusty walks over to the bowl of bright pink liquid and fills a solo cup. She brings it to her mouth, but is instantly overwhelmed by the painful memory inducing smell of alcohol. Someone has already spiked the punch bowl? Maybe Dusty underestimated the crowd. Regardless, she needed to have a clear mind for tonight, so she gave the cup to Ty. Alcohol tends to loosen tongues.
"Oh, thanks babe. But why don't you try some?" Ty asks as he gulps down the drink. He coughs. "... Jeez... that's quite the flavor, what do you think they put in this?"
"I'm on a diet. They probably put kiwis in there, kiwis taste like that." Dusty said, remembering that Ty has never eaten kiwi before. "Why don't you have another?"
"Don't mind if I do." Ty takes the cup and downs it.
Ty was already looking pretty drunk, Dusty thought. What a lightweight. She probably shouldn't let him get too drunk or else he wont be able to speak. She started to pull him away from the action and into a secluded place, free of any other party goers. As she pulled him into a broom closet, she heard some other kids gossiping.
"Is that Ty and Dusty? Aren't they siblings?"
"Not by blood, I think one of them is adopted. Still weird if they're going at it..."
"I think it's kinda hot... wait, didn't Dusty use to be a boy? Gross!"
Oh God, Dusty thought, Ty better make this worth it.