How Green Becomes Wood

"Just a few pictures of some of the fun ones," Alec said. "She did find a great one! But I don't think I'll show you that one until her prom pictures." He pulled out his phone, and the first picture he pulled up was a slightly tilted one of the yellow and black dress, complete with hat. Sloan's hand was coming up to snatch off the hat.
 
"I offered her choices," Xander told him.

"Moving on!" Alec chirped. He sat next to Dark and flipped through the photos, telling him excitedly all about where they'd gone and the highlights of their trip out. He hadn't taken pictures of all of the choices, but he did get most of them. He especially liked the one that had Sloan demanding a sword and Claire wishing for it in a pastel color. He made sure Dark knew Xander had picked that one, so they weren't all terrible choices. Maybe just no good prom choices. He stopped at the pictures he'd gotten of Claire trying on her two dresses and smiled sappily for a while before remembering to continue.
 
"Daizi would look wonderful in that red dress," Dark commented, allowing himself to picture it, "I agree it does deserve a sword. Seeing the pictures of Claire, he looked quickly at Alec's face, then back at the picture, "She is very pretty."
 
"Uh-huh," Alec agreed, trying to be casual about it. "She does look very good in those doesn't she? She's going as Sloan's friend date." He put his phone away quickly. "And that's all the pictures! We all have to wait until the prom ones now."
 
"I'll bet you were the best chaperone," Alec told him with a grin.

"I'm not going to mine," Xander said.

Alec pouted. "Aw! I thought we were going to be each other's date."

"I think you'll have a different date," Xander said dryly.
 
"Some parents will tell you how important prom is and how it is a milestone you will regret not going to, but honestly I found it to be fairly boring," Dark replied, "It was the first time I ever really was able to dress up nicely for something, which I enjoyed, but I think if it is something you are not interested in, you are not missing much by not going."
 
"There we go," Xander said with a nod.

Alec made a face. "I thought for sure you'd be on my side with this one," he told his father. "I think it's going to be a glorious event! But one I have to wait another year to experience," he sighed.
 
"Sounds absolutely miserable," Xander said.

"Sounds like a lot of fun! Except for the low-quality food bit," Alec admitted.

They glanced at each other and said simaltaniously, "Don't drink the punch."
 
"Honestly, after eleven years of teaching at the high school, I do not know if I ever actually encountered the punch bowl being spiked. We usually have a chaperone stationed next to it all night," Dark replied.
 
"Lukewarm or watered down, maybe," Dark agreed, "but I can basically guarantee it will not have drugs or alcohol snuck into it, it's not any more dangerous than the dry horrible sandwiches they will serve you."
 
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