She doesn't hit the pavement because someone with strong arms is there to catch her. It could be a very romantic moment, but instead, Wyatt hoists her up, then flips her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. "Whoa, how much you had to drink?" he asks, slurring himself.
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
Oh! Someone has some paws on them, she thinks as she lands not on the pavement but in the strong, capable hands of a classmate. "Wyatt??" she sighs as she opens her eyes. "What are you doing here? And how many drinks I've had is none of your business," she slurs back, as he lifts her. "Put me down," she protests, limbs flailing, "I'm trying to find a prom-- burrrrp!" Bouncing on Wyatt's shoulder causes Felicity to belch, and, unfortunately, spit up in her mouth. She swallows, and then finishes, "A prom date."
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
Wyatt pats her back like a baby at the sound of that powerful burp, unaware of the minor vomit. "Why you gotta try to find one? They're not wild animals you gotta hunt. Just pick somebody and ask them."
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
"Just pick someone and--?" she shakes her head, "You should hear yourself. You're drunk."
She readjusts slightly, getting cozy on his shoulder. His back-pats feel nice and she starts patting his in return because it makes drunk-logic sense. "That just seems boring, I guess. And I don't know who I'd ask anyway." She frowns and then flips it on him, "Who are you gonna take?"
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
"Yup!" Wyatt agrees cheerfully. He doesn't actually know where he's carrying her. Somewhere nice, he supposes. He'll know it when he sees it. "Go with someone you like." That seems obvious enough. "I'unno. Wanna go to prom with me?"
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
"Uhh..." The question catches Felicity entirely off-guard. Go to prom with Wyatt? WyGuy? Wyatt Be Quiet? She hadn't considered it before, but does now, bouncing along on his shoulder to God knows where. It would be fun, she determines. Obviously. Wyatt is always fun. And it'd probably be more fun than going with Harrison (who wouldn't go with her) or Pouch (who only knows old dance moves) or Doug Bobson (who is... a tattered piece of cardboard).
She's grinning widely at the prospect by the time she speaks next. "Bring me around front," she instructs. "Gotta see your face so I know you're not pulling my leg."
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
She readjusts slightly, getting cozy on his shoulder. His back-pats feel nice and she starts patting his in return because it makes drunk-logic sense. "That just seems boring, I guess. And I don't know who I'd ask anyway." She frowns and then flips it on him, "Who are you gonna take?"
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
Felicity Goes Prom Date Hunting and Wyatt Swoops In
She's grinning widely at the prospect by the time she speaks next. "Bring me around front," she instructs. "Gotta see your face so I know you're not pulling my leg."