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"You like pink. Good. That'll look nice with your hair." She plucked at the hood of the purple-haired girl's cropped hoodie, considering. Maybe not in that exact shade... perhaps closer to a flowery pink? To set off the black dress she could see in her mind's eye. "So, black and pink. The black'll emphasize your eyes, black and green always do--" Green and purple always tended to make someone look like a terrible The Question cosplay, though, and that was not the look they were going for.

Was it?

No. This girl was going to go and she was going to look stunning. "Make it work," she muttered under her breath. If Parker had been there, he might have laughed. Tate rarely channeled her inner Tim Gunn for other people, ever since she'd stopped speaking to Giselle... She still did watch Project Runway, though. Furtively. On Hulu.

There was a blue-black dress that immediately set off an alarm in her head for Guen, but now was not the time. She picked it up and draped it over her arm, ignoring the strange look of a salesgirl. Instead, she pulled down three black dresses that looked like they might fit the purple-haired girl with a little trimming at the bottom--each with its own pink trim. She wasn't sold on any of them, but sometimes dresses looked so different on an actual body... She handed those three off to Ashley. "Go try them on," she said, pointing towards the dressing room. "Remember to come out and show me."

Now to the boy. She rubbed her chin, looking at him. "Tate Konstantin. I think we've met at a few parties--my mom is Mariska Konstantin?" She shrugged one shoulder. He did look familiar. "So, do you prefer a vest or a cummerbund? Basically it's a question of bowtie or long tie."

Tate was on a mission. She was on a mission that apparently had no end or bounds - it was like the tie-wearing girl had made it her life-mission to dress the whole damn prom.

Make it work ? Uh oh. That sounded omnious - then quickly enough she had three dresses handed to her. "Okay !" Yeah, go with the flow. She could use a moment where she simply didn't think. At all.

And so the tiny girl vanished inside one of the dressing room, and put the first dress on. It was almost embarassingly short, and poufy sleeves ? Ngh. Though, Ashley did indeed come out wearing it. It clashed horribly with her converses, but she hadn't thought to bring the shoes she'd brought with Skye.

"Im really not sure about this, Tate..." She kept trying to thug at the skirt to make it longer. It looked more like a stip of cloth tied around her waist than a skirt !

"...I've worn both and I don't really have a preference." Jaimie admitted. "Depends on the occasion I guess, and weather or not I want to feel like a James Bond extra."
Cumberbunds tended to make him feel like he should be pulling out an gun and posing dramatically, and having a slinky girl in an even slinkier dress on his arm.

"Konstantin? Yeah I think we've met. I was probably with my sister, she tends to be the one people remember." Celeste "Cee" Leontyne was his highly charismatic twin, brilliant, chilly and manipulative. For fraternal twins they were remarkably similar looking, and the two had been quite happy to use this against people for years.

...He just couldn't remember if they'd ever role-reversed Tate. It wouldn't have surprised him if he had, they'd used to do that a fair amount of the time.

She nodded solemnly, moving closer to the dressing room since she'd picked a dress she thought would both fit and would look great on poor Ashley. "So you want to wear a vest, then. Are you going alone or with a girl?" She gave him a severe look. "If so, I'm surprised you didn't bring her. It's ******** stupid not to have the dress you're going to have to match along."

But then he wouldn't need Tate's assistance. His sister didn't ring a bell, either--she rarely paid attention to the girls at those parties especially. "Nope. I was the sulky brunette who made one-syllable answers then went back to surfing the internet on my phone. So I didn't socialize much." Tate rushed forward when the purple-haired girl came out, shaking her head. "Damn. I should have asked for your size. But here. This one ought to fit. You're like, a zero, right?"

Poor, poor Ashley. Now where was Guen...

"Yeah... something like that." Poor Ashley accepted the dress and retreated back in the dressing room, thankfully without tripping on the too-long skirt. Really, being this tiny ? Sucked. It sucked hard, Better not to let anyone think otherwise.

And so that dress was put aside, and she tried the newest one that Tate had just handed her. The front was short, but not too short - the back was long, but didn't trail on the ground. It was a lovely black, with a light pink mid-section and trim. The inner part of the skirt was a deeper pink. It... was really lovely.

She wouldn't get away with wearing this at her uncle's wedding, hell no - the top went lower than most things she wore, but not low enough to make her uncomfortable. But for prom ? It would be lovely.

And then, at least, she stepped out.

Guen's attention was held by the conversation at hand, that is, until she heard a girly squeal coming from the dressing area. What on earth...? She turned...and had to do a double take. There was no way that sound came from the girl she had begun mentally referring to as 'suspenders'. She was currently mobbing another young woman, with insanely long and gorgeous purple hair...She moved to the side, revealing the petite figure.

Guen gasped in admiration. She had to admit, the other girl looked stunning. It was a little too punk rock for her own tastes, but it definitely worked. She felt herself drawn over to the two, like a pebble in a current. Maybe Suspenders could keep her from being swept away in a tide of dresses and confusion.

"You look great!" She remarked as she walked up. Smiling brightly, she added, "did she help you out? Gosh, how fantastic." She made waffling motions in Suspender's direction. She wondered if the other girl would notice- she was admiring her own handiwork pretty intently. Guen had a sudden horrible image of herself in that dress, with those colors and that neckline and her toothpaste hair (no, she was never going to drop it) and tried not to grimace. She really was genuinely worried - after the long list of fashion don'ts she'd been given, she was afraid of never finding a 'do'.

God, she needed help. She pretty sure was just no way she was qualified to make these kind of decisions. Her brain happily supplied her with vivid images of potential dress disasters. She chewed her lip, surveying the store with renewed concern.

One of Fallon's favorite pastimes was treating her friends like dolls and dressing them up. Once upon a time, she had done precisely that with Audrey Collins. It had been forever since she had seen the girl. They fell out of contact around the time Fallon awakened as Ares. The closer she got to the parallels, the farther she moved from her old friends. Audrey was lost in that shuffle. Smiling at Lily now, Fallon could only think of Audrey. It was strange.

Luckily, Guen picked up the conversation where Fallon had left it. The blue-haired girl seemed friendly and warm without being difficult. These were the kinds of things Fallon enjoyed in her friends. She was uptight enough for half the population of Destiny City. She preferred to have friends who were more calming.

When Ashley let out a squeal, Fallon raised both eyebrows like she had just been doused in cold water. She turned slowly to face the dressing area. It wasn't her taste, but she looked nice. "Very nice," she said. Guen seemed to be staring off particularly hard at the suspendered aficionado's direction moments before she made her way over there. Fallon would just catch up with her later.

Lily asked her something, and Fallon turned back to face her. "Date?" she asked. "Well, no. I don't need a date to enjoy it." If she even went. If something with the BMC came up, Fallon would skip prom in a heartbeat. An image of Eilian wearing something low-cut flashed into her head. She tried to push it out by focusing back on Lily. "Who are you going with?" she asked, fingering a nearby dress.