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Pairing: Cordelia/Wesley.
Setting: During "Waiting in the Wings."
Rating: G.
"Knock, knock." Cordelia pushed open the door to the room where Wesley was trying on his tux. "Check you out." She smiled in approval of tux-clad Wesley.
"Came to check on me." Wesley hooked the cuffs. "I assure you that I do know how to pick out a tux."
"And that I can see and remember." She sat down on the edge of the bed. "You always looked very 007. Reminds me why I wanted to take you to the prom."
Wesley chuckled. His hands ran down his sides. Grinning, he turned to Cordelia. "Well, I for one am glad not to be as floppish as I once was."
"Oh, you're still floppy. Every once and a while," Cordelia teased him. "I think you're positively debonair."
"So what you're saying is that I should wear a tux every day." He began to take off the jacket.
"Then someone might think you're the catering staff."