[hider=Summary of Al and Shizuka's night]
The rest of their night was marked by eating, chatting, and discovering more about one another. Al, in particular, had a wonderful time, although he did get slightly tipsy off all the wine he drank. After footing the bill, he walked Shizuka home and asked her on a [i]real[/i] date. She asked for more time to think about it, which Al was honestly prepared for. After all, they had only really met each other that day.[/hider]
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The next week was filled with end of semester exams and work as usual. He didn't study at all for his exams, yet he managed to do fairly decent anyway. Al had lived his entire scholarly life on the edge, and the only class he remembered really cramming for was Chemistry in High School. All the while, he did keep in contact with Shizuka, texting her every now and then. He also did contact Liam, Amity's manager, and explained that the idol had expressed a want to set up some kind of play date with his daughter and promised extravagant gifts to her. Al made a comment about how the promises were a bit crazy, which Liam agreed, but didn't revoke the privileges. The two surprisingly got along very well over the phone, although Liam did seem constantly frustrated with Amity's actions. Nonetheless, he scheduled their date for some time in the next week. 

On Christmas, he visited his parents with Lucille. His daughter had a very good Christmas, hauling in more dolls and books to indulge her fantasy. Al, on the other hand, was mostly gifted money from parents and family abroad. Later that night, he managed to call Shizuka and wish her a Merry Christmas. Overall, it was a rather typical holiday.
[hr][h3]4:00, Voclain Household[/h3]
Alban was watching some show about the history of the Mongol Empire in the kitchen while his mother, Marceline, hummed a Top 100 song, brewing up a cup of coffee for herself. Knowing his mother, this was probably her 7th cup today. She was an absolute coffee fiend. Growing up, all the friends he had crushed on her, considering she was a phenomenally beautiful woman. She was often described as a MILF, much to Al's chagrin. In the living room adjacent to the kitchen, you could hear the squeals of Lucille, playing with her new dolls. Sitting on the floor, cross legged was Al's father, Abel, participating in whatever imaginative adventure the little girl was going on. His father, unlike his mother, was generally very quiet and seemed very cold and distant. However, this far from the case. Abel was one of the sweetest and funniest men around, yet he just didn't like to talk on account of his accent. Both of Lucille's grandparents loved her very much, and they wanted nothing but the best for her. Ultimately, this was about how Al planned his New Year's Eve to be: a quiet get together with his family 
[hider=Marceline][img]http://i.imgur.com/nVSxJEN.jpg?1[/img][/hider]
[hider=Abel][img]http://i.imgur.com/nUFZHdK.jpg?1[/img][/hider]
[color=fff79a]"Soooooooo... How's yer girlfriend, baby?"[/color] his mom perked up, speaking her Southern accented English and pouring about 4 tablespoons of sugar into her coffee. Her son nervously laughed and shook his head. [color=6ecff6]"You know she's not my girlfriend, mom. We're just friends."[/color] he responded. A questioning glare crossed his mother's face while she sipped on her coffee. [color=fff79a]"But cha like her, don't you? I bet you'd like to spend tonight with her, right?"[/color] his mother's twangy voice interrogated the poor guy. A crimson blush floated onto the blonde man's face and his indigo eyes met the equally blue eyes of the middle-aged woman. He said nothing though, which led the bespectacled Marceline to smiling a big grin.

[color=fff79a]"I don't know if yer papa told you already, but I won two tickets to that... ball thing y'all are having tonight at the city hall."[/color] Al already knew where this was going. [color=6ecff6]"But mom, it's 4 in the afternoon and that starts at 8... It's kind of late to be asking her now."[/color] he retorted, hoping she would stand down. His mother laughed bawdily. [color=fff79a]"But YOU already asked her earlier, baby. Maybe you should check your phone more often."[/color] she mischievously inquired. Alban's soul seemed to crash into the void as he fumbled to take his phone from his pocket. Lo and behold, somehow his mother had accessed his phone and texted Shizuka on her own accord.

[i][color=6ecff6]'Would a pretty little thing like you like to come to the ball tonight with me? I've got two tickets for a great time! <3333'[/color][/i]

The text didn't even sound like Al. He was so embarrassed right now. [color=a2d39c]"Zis weehl be good fair you, son. You névair go oot."[/color] the heavily French accented English of his father came from the other room. [color=fff79a]"I already bought an outfit for you anyway!"[/color] With that his mother bolted from the kitchen, only to come back with a package. Alban was forced from his chair and pushed into the bathroom, the package slipped into his hands. "You're not coming out until you changeeee~!"

Sighing in defeat, Alban quickly sent Shizuka an apology before changing.

[i][color=6ecff6]'Oh man, I am SO sorry! My mom got into my phone... If you would like to go to the New Years Eve ball with me, my mom did give me tickets so the offer stands. If you have other plans or something, I totally understand!'[/color][/i]

Ripping into the package, he found a rather elaborate costume inside. It seemed like it was straight out the 17th century, almost authentic. Surprisingly, as he put the regal outfit together, he found it was quite comfortable, although it wasn't exactly his style. The last part to the suit was a mask, which required him to put contacts in. Finished at last, he revealed himself to his family. 
[hider=Al's outfit][img]http://i.imgur.com/kSos7jc.jpg?1[/img][/hider]
[color=fff79a]"Oooooh my god! Abel, we have such a handsome son! Baby, yer going to drive all the women crazy tonight!"[/color] was his mother's response, gasping at what she thought was a wonderful fit for her little boy.

[color=f49ac2]"Daddy, you look like a clown!"[/color] Lucille laughed at him, clapping her cute little hands together.

[color=a2d39c]"Are you Napuleon? Have you come to savé le whirld from ze British, mon son?"[/color] his dad jested.

Three totally different opinions came from his family, so he wasn't exactly sure how to feel. Almost immediately though, his mother came up to him with her car keys. [color=fff79a]"Okay, go get 'em, tiger!"[/color] She was pulling her son out the front door now. [color=f49ac2]"Bye, daddy! Tell Shizuzu to come play dolls with meee!"[/color] It seemed like even Lucille had been part of this charade. He was on the front porch, staring at his mother.

[color=fff79a]"Oh! Before I forget!"[/color] The woman grabbed a bag next to the door. [color=fff79a]"Don't forget to wear protection! We don't need anymore grandbabies... yet!"[/color] She handed him a paper bag full of condoms, the two tickets also inside. [color=6ecff6]"But mom-"[/color] her son started before he was cut off by his mother. [color=fff79a]"No buts, baby! Have a good time! We love you!"[/color] Confusingly, he heard the door lock multiple times so he couldn't get back in. Wearing an extravagant outfit with car keys in one hand and a bag of rubbers in the other, Al couldn't remember the last time he felt so humiliated. On top of that, he still had hours before the ball even began.

Pondering what to do with his time, he strode over to his mother's vehicle, got in, and fired the engine. Her car was nothing special, but it was a brand new Toyota Camry that had all sorts of crazy features. Tossing the bag in the backseats, he sat there for a moment, considering what to do.
[@Stern Algorithm] [@lovely complex]