What To Wear?
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What To Wear?
"But you HAVE to come. It will be our first party in our new apartment. And you have to wear a costume!"
"No, Xander, I don't have to. I'll come, but there is no way I'm wearing a costume."
"Come on, Buffy, it'll be fun," Willow begged. "Besides, what kind of Halloween party would it be if you don't dress up? Everyone else is. Don't be a wet blanket."
"Have you all forgotten what happened a few Halloweens ago when we all changed into whatever we were wearing?"
"Yeah, but that was because of Ethan Rayne," Xander argued. "And the Initiative took him away and locked him up. Something like that could never happen again."
"And it's thinking like that is what gets us in trouble!"
"Then wear a costume that won’t let you be helpless, you know, just in case. I'm going as Glenda, the Good Witch of the North," Willow said. "And Tara's going as Endora on 'Bewitched.' "
"And I'm going as Mr. Double-Oh-Seven himself." Xander crowed. "Can't get any smoother, or tougher, than that!"
"Weren't you James Bond once before, during that frat Halloween party?"
"You go with your strengths."
"What about you, Anya?" Buffy asked, still not convinced.
"Wonder Woman, but without the invisible plane. We won't have room for it in our apartment with all of you there."
"And I'm going as Annie Oakley," Dawn chimed it. "The best female sharpshooter who ever lived."
"It sounds to me like you all are expecting trouble."
"Well, you can never be too careful." Willow needlessly explained. "After all, this IS the Hellmouth."
"I don't know. I'll have to think about it."
"What's to think about?" Dawn asked. "It's a Halloween party. Give out some treats, play some games, eat lots of candy, stay up late. I'll be fun. Come on, Buffy. Be a sport."
"Is Giles coming?"
"He said he was."
"Is he going to wear that ridiculous giant black sombrero, 'cause if he is, I'm out."
"No, he said he was going to come as either Caesar or an Indian chief."
"Oh, great – a toga or a headdress."
"So, what d'ya say?" Xander asked. "Have some fun for a change?"
Buffy took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Well, I suppose I could find some kind of costume."
"I know just the one," Willow said. "I saw it in the window of the costume shop down from the Magic Box. It's just right for you!"
"And that would be. . . ?"
"No, it's perfect -- a butt-kicking Slayer dressed as a butt-kicking Warrior Princess!"
"You really expect me to wear a short leather dress and knee boots and all that other paraphernalia?"
"Sure. It's all fake stuff so it's not heavy, not that it would matter. The sword and the breastplate and the Chakram are all plastic. It'll look great on you."
"I’m not so sure I want to."
"Well, don't make any decisions until you've had a chance to look at it, and maybe try it on."
"I guess it couldn't hurt to look."
" 'Course not," Dawn agreed. "And if you don't like that they have plenty more costumes you can pick from – Supergirl or Batwoman or Wonder Woman."
"Hey!" Anya yelled out. "I'M Wonder Woman, remember? And I have the magic lasso to prove it!"
"They still have other ones you can get."
"There it is," Willow said as they looked through the glass-fronted costume shop at the mannequin wearing the Xena costume.
"You've got to be kidding!" Buffy exclaimed. "I'd have to be six feet tall to wear that."
"But look there," Dawn said, pointing at a small sign next to it. "It says one size fits all."
"Yeah. Right. All the six-footers."
"Come on, Buffy, it can't hurt to try it on. And if it doesn't fit, maybe the owner can alter it," Willow pleaded.
"Or maybe it's like Spandex or something, and really will fit everybody," Dawn added.
"I don't see how the boots will fit," Buffy said, as she let them drag her into the store.
Twenty minutes later Buffy was standing in front of a full length mirror, Willow and Dawn flanking her.
"This can't be right," Buffy said as she turned left and right, trying to look at herself from all sides.
"What are you talking about? It's a perfect fit!" Willow said. "I told you."
"But that's just IT. It shouldn't fit. It was WAY too big."
"It looks great on you," Dawn said. "I think you should get it."
"It's on sale," Willow told her.
"Well, of course it," Buffy retorted. "Why wouldn't an over-sized costume and boots that just happened to shrink down to fit ME be on sale? Nothing creepy or weird about THAT!"
"You know," Dawn said in a half whisper, "if you don't get it dirty, you can bring it back the next day and say you changed your mind and didn’t wear it to the party."
"And I’m sure they've never heard THAT one before," Buffy answered her. "No, if I get it, I'll just hang onto it until next year."
"So, you decided to buy it?" Willow asked.
"Might as well. Who am I to argue with Fate?"
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