It's your date, apparently you slept the afternoon away!

"Hey sexy, you guys still keep the key under the flowerpot? That's just asking for someone to break in," says a voice you need a moment to place.

"Mark? Is that you?" you call, willing your legs to move, but somehow unable to budge until you know who it is.

"Sure is. You ready to go?"

"Go?" You back away toward your room. "Uh, what time is it?"

You can hear Mark snort as you make it to Sue's door. "It's time to go is what it is. It's already past seven."

"What? How...?" you stop, mind reeling, and your feet stop along with you. It's only when you hear him begin to climb the initial flight of stairs that you retreat quickly back into Sue's room.

"I'm hurt. Did you forget about me?" he asks, not sounding at all hurt.

"No no, I, uh, lost track of time," you tell him, truthfully as it happens, while whipping open the closet.

With no time to make a careful selection you grab the first thing you see. It turns out to be a red dress, and after quickly checking which side is the front you yank it over your head, not realizing that it was probably meant to be stepped into. As you tug it down past your face you realize it's a light mesh, though thankfully not quite see-through.

You've barely yanked it down to your butt when Mark steps into the room with a whistle.

"Great dress," he says, his eyes fastening on your ass. You blush and tug it down a bit more, able to just barely cover the curve of your rump. "Better get your shoes and we'll get going."

"Uh, hang on, I need to..."

"No time," he says, and goes to your closet.

"How about makeup?" you ask.

"If you're quick."

Your eyes have already darted to the makeup table, but you know that you lack the skill to apply it. Then, as you try to tuck the dress down a little more you grab a tube of lipstick. Lipstick's easy, you reason, and pop it open, finding it to be a glazed pink. Making the same moue expression with your mouth that you've seen on tv you wipe it across both lips, dabbing them after with a kleenex.

You're about to turn away when you spot two things shaped like eyelids, and see a package next to them. 'eye-shadow stickers' it reads, and reasoning it can't get any easier than that you take a moment to figure out which eye they go with. A few moments later you're the proud wearer of emerald green eye-shadow. You blink. With sparkles. Oh well, it still looks good for such a quick effort.

"Here, put these on," he says, tossing you a pair of red shoes, but giving you no time to actually put them on as he tugs you out the door, down the stairs, and out the car to his sporty car, which just happens to also be red.

"Where are we going?" you ask, as you hop in the car, bending to put on your shoes as he gets in.