Alex Marshall
Alex ran his hand through his hair again, turning around at a set of Stefan's groans of pain, biting his lip, and making way to help him up, though pausing as Lily entered the room. My my, she really did look stunning. Not that she didn't normally, but with the dress to compliment the curves and crevices of her body, there was just something about her that was amazing. Alex snapped back into reality as Lily went to help Stefan. He sighed, knowing that he was probably a horrible roommate. He gave Stefan a helpless look, then cocked his head and looked at him as Lily helped him up. "You know, the pain meds you're taking must be shit." He said, walking over and taking Stefan's other arm, helping him up more than Lily by taking a majority of his weight.
He grinned once they had him up, holding onto him for a second to balance him, then looking him up and down as Lily spoke. "Right, right," he said, walking to the other side of the room and grabbing the tux off his bed. Not really caring if they saw him changing, he turned his back to the two, stripping his pants, though leaving on his boxers, and exchanging them for the pair that was assorted with the tux. He did the same with his shirt, buttoning it quickly, then pulling on his jacket, straightening the whole outfit, and getting out the tie. He had years of practice when it came to tying ties, so it was probably no shock that it took meer seconds to get it on.
Alex walked over to Lily, watching her as she thought of how she would fix his hair, and turning to look at Stefan. "So who's the lucky lady?" he asked, a friendly grin on his face.
Katie Waltz
Katie grinned at Valerie, watching her temporary blindness wear off, as she fixed a smile on her face and headed into her closet. A lot of people would consider Katie a neat freak by looking at her closet. But that was certainly not the case if you were to look at anything else of hers. The only reason her closet was so neat was because she was worried that if she didn't keep it neat, and if some of the stuff were to go crazy in her room, that her roommate would complain and have her moved into a different room, into a single. And she couldn't have that happening, she just wouldn't. So thanks to this fear, everything in her close was either hung, folded, or pressed into a color coded order, whether it be her shawls, dresses, pants, or even her socks. It was quite a wonder that she had so many clothing anyway, considering she didn't wear much of it.
She smiled wide watching her friend's usually laid back personality turn up in a fluster as she was grabbing a shawl, but she allowed it be. If she wanted Katie to know, she would tell her. The shawl she had chosen had been one she had obtained the first time she had actually tried to run away, when she had gotten as far as the Mexican border, and bought it at a gift shop, before getting scared, and going back home. She chuckled lightly as Val spoke, shaking her head slowly, while beginning to answer. "Don't you think if I was, you would know?" She cooed, lifting the pillow case she had covered the polaroid with and checking on the picture, happy to see it was done. She pulled it out, smiling wide at the picture as she examined it closely, taking in her friends dress. "You really are gorgeous," she said, each bead in her friends dress catching the light at some degree.
Katie's eyes stopped scanning, pausing on Val's arm in the picture. Funny, it almost looked like she had stitches, or a cut of some sort. Her eyes quickly rose to Val's real body, though the shawl now covered her arm, then they went back to the picture, as she pushed the smile back onto her face. "This one's going on the wall." She said, going to a wall that was nearly half plastered in polaroids. She had another wall next to it for normal pictures, but this was just polaroids. She grinned, then turned to her friend. "And I ask the same for you? Who are you trying to impress?"