(Yeah, well said Rose. The dress is nice, though it's either bad quality, or the woman is ugly.)<br/>Richard had been waiting outside the house for Trista to arrive, deciding to be a bit of a gentleman. When he saw her his jaw nearly dropped, but he could keep his mouth shut. He hadn't ever thought the girl would wear something like that, but of course, he didn't mind at all. He waited for her to come close to him, then said "Hey Trista, what's up." He stuck his arm out so she could hook it through it if she wanted, before leading her in. Around him people often decided to take more risks, some starting to kiss, some usually more shy people approached others, that sort of stuff. The supernatural ones knew that it came from him. His powers were a better drug then any other if he let it loose completely, without a lot of bad consequences. "You know, next to you I feel like I should have dressed in something classier. You look drop dead gorgeous in that." He said.