tooprettytodie | For Jessica

The changing of the island to the old west had thrown off Valkyrie's date plans just a bit. She had actually planned a really cool date with Jessica only to have the entire island screw things up by changing into the American old west. It was like they were stuck in a horrible theme park.

The one saving grace was that she had been able to coax a decent looking outfit from the clothing box, where most of her friends had been stuck in some really horrid dresses.

As it was, with a few days preparation she'd been able to figure out a fairly decent substitute for the date she had originally planned. All in all, it had taken a little bit of hard work and a note to Jessica to meet her closer to 3 o'clock than to one but it was going to be worth it. If things went well, maybe she'd have to see if Jessica wanted to try her original idea once they got back home. In the mean time, she thought this would be pretty fun.

The fact that Jessica was so fun was the only thing keeping Valkyrie from being overly nervous at the moment. This was her first official date with a girl, which was kind of a big thing. Did she like girls? Did she just like Jessica? Are you there God, it's me Valkyrie?

Well, either way, whatever was going to happen was going to happen soon. Unless, of course, Jessica stood her up.

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I think I've officially spent way too long trying to figure out what to wear, which I guess should earn me some certificate of feminine authenticity. Except not, because it'd be wrong to figure that adhering to stereotypes is required to be a girl. Anyway, the educational lesson I've taken away is that in the Old West, a woman's choice of outfits were either dressing like a saucy saloon girl, or like one of the wives from a Mormon compound. Eventually, I found a prairie dress that didn't threaten to choke me, and offset the whole frills business with a cowboy hat and boots, because it's the old west and I'm going to wear a damned cowboy hat.

I think I've also established that I'm kind of nervous, managing to calm myself with the realization that I'm not just nervous because technically I haven't really done this before, but also partly because I'm straight-up looking forward to it.

I may not know where I stand on gender preferences, but Valkyrie is pretty swell. And, I have to note, as I see what she's managed to dig up in the way of clothing, way cooler than me.

"Hi," I say, sort of shyly, and then square my head and thrust my little posy of wildflowers out with a straight arm, regaining some assurance. "I don't actually know who's meant to do what in this situation, but I figured since you asked me, the least I could do was bring the flowers."

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