Monday - Dress Shopping Who: Mac and Buffy Where: Buffy's House and then various shops When: After School
Mac walked slowly the distance from school to the house of the only girlfriend she actually had at the moment. Sure Brayden had recommended that she seek out his friend, Skylar to help with finding a dress for prom, but Mac didn't feel anywhere near comfortable doing that, so instead the teen left school to seek help in finding the perfect dress to wear to the dance in the form of one Buffy Summers. A slow climb of the steps brought the young girl to the front door of the Summers' residence and had Mac ringing the front bell with the hope that Buffy was there and she hadn't made the walk to the other girl's house for nothing.
Lucky for her Buffy actually was there. She was actually working on a bit of homework for her British Literature class (in having not declared a major yet, she was just kind of taking her grad requirements so far) when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" she hollered before anyone else had a chance to react, jumping off the couch and running for the door. When she opened the door and saw Mac on the other side, she grinned. "Hey," she said to the other girl. "How's it going? Wanna come in?"
There was a little sigh of relief when the door was opened and Mac saw Buffy standing on the other side. "Hi." The teen smiled back. "Can I? You're not busy or anything, are you?" Mac inquired with a bit of hesitancy as she didn't want to impose if the other girl was busy with other things at the moment.
Buffy shook her head. "No, come on in," she said, moving so that Mac could come inside. "Just doing some homework that can wait a while."
"If you're sure." Mac said softly when she stepped past Buffy into the other girl's house. "You're the only person I know who might be able to help me with a little dilemma I'm facing at the moment." The teen continued talking as she made her way over to one of the chairs in the living room and sat down on it as she looked over to Buffy.
"Of course I'm sure," Buffy said as she shut the door behind Mac. Of course, when the girl said something about a dilemma, it had Buffy a little worried. "What's going on?" she asked.
"I need a dress for a dance," Mac sighed a bit heavily, "and I have no clue as to where to start looking for one." The younger girl looked almost pleadingly to Buffy. This indeed was a big event for Mac. Not only was this the first dance she was going to be taken to, but this was the prom. A social event, the teen had learned, that was looked forward to by most of the upper classman who attended Regan High. So yeah, it was a big thing, and Mac wanted to make sure she had a dress appropriate enough to wear to the social event of the season where high schoolers were concerned.
Buffy couldn't help it. She breathed a sigh of relief. "Shows how my life works. I was worried you had accidentally walked into someones dream who had been planning to blow up the mall or something," she said with a chuckle. "I can totally help you shop for a dress. You want to go now or when?" Besides, shopping was something that, if it were an Olympic sport, Buffy would get a medal in.
"Now?" Mac answered a bit sheepishly. This was all so new to her that Mac was under the impression that it would take days to find the perfect dress, and there was so little time before prom was actually here.
Well, it could take days, or it could take one shopping trip, just depending on your luck. "Sure, let me just get my shoes on," Buffy said to her, running and grabbing her shoes.
"Okay." Mac smiled as she stood up and watched Buffy dash off to get her shoes. "You know of any good places to start?"
"Plenty of good places," Buffy said as she finished putting on her shoes. "That won't be a problem at all."
"I really appreciate this, Buffy." Mac said thankful that the girl didn't seem to hesitant in helping Mac out with the whole finding a dress for prom thing.
Buffy picked up the phone and called a taxi to come and pick them up. Since she had like, negative driving ability, she didn't want to endanger Mac by trying to drive her around LA. "No problem," Buffy said with a smile. "So, are you going stag or do you have a date?"
"I was asked to the prom." Mac informed the other girl. She hadn't even considered going to the school function, and probably wouldn't be going if Brayden hadn't asked her. "Did you go to yours?" She asked settling herself back down on the couch since it would probably be a few minutes until the cab Buffy called to pick them up arrived.
The taxi service said it would be about ten minutes, but who knew how long it would actually take. "I totally went to mine," she said, thinking back to it. "I actually went by myself because the guy I had been sort of seeing decided to drop me without even the decency of a phone call for the DJ at Avarice, one of the many members of the Bale family." She rolled her eyes. "Still, it was fun. I hung out with some friends and danced a good bit. Wouldn't trade it for anything."
"I don't know if I could have shown my face there if that had happened to me." Mac, in fact, would have most likely locked herself in her room had she been the one who got dropped by a boy just days before the special dance. "Do you know the Bale family all that well?"
"That's really been my only experience with them," Buffy said. "Oh, and another one, the one who owns the club, broke up the marriage of another Slayer by kind of snaking her wife." OK, so maybe Buffy didn't have the best experience with the Bales. Of course, there was the one from the future who had slept with her future daughter and dumped her as well. And she didn't know that the same one had asked out both her friend Mac and had a date with her sister as well. If she had? She'd probably murder him at this point.
"You don't think all that highly of them, do you." Mac commented with the edges of her mouth curving downward into a faint frown. While she didn't know any of the Bales, Buffy did, or the one that broke up a marriage, Mac did know Brayden. And while he might not be the most upstanding student at Regan High, Mac liked him and considered the boy a friend. Regardless of the reputation she was slowly learning he had gained for himself.
"Well, I just haven't had the best experiences so far, I guess," Buffy told her. "That's just two of them, after all. From what I understand, there's like, a dozen or something around." She looked at Mac. "Did one of them ask you out? Like I said, don't know them all, and all the ones I actually know don't go to school anymore."
"Yes," the teen answered truthfully. There really wasn't any reason why Mac would want to keep who asked her to prom a secret. "He could have asked any girl at Regan High, which I don't know why he didn't, but he wants to take me."
"Well, then at least one Bale has some taste," Buffy said with a grin. She would have said more, but she heard a horn honk outside. Peaking through the window, she saw that it was the taxi. "Wow, they're actually on time. Color me impressed."
Mac didn't get a chance to respond to that as that was when the taxi chose to show up in front of the Summers' residence and honk their horn. "They don't have a tendency to do that, do they. Show up on schedule." Mac voiced with a smile as she stood up from the couch and started for the door.
"Not really," Buffy said, grabbing her purse and heading outside. "At least we got one today that seems actually enjoy showing up on time for his or her job and all."
Mac followed Buffy out the door and then into the taxi, which once the door was closed took off to their first destination, which was a fashionable dress boutique in downtown L.A. "Here's hoping we luck out on our first try." Mac said with a faint smile before the two walked into the shop.
Buffy looked at the store as they pulled up. "Who knows? We might just find the perfect dress for you here." She hopped out of the car and walked inside. The place was full of girls looking for dresses. It seemed that every school in LA was having their prom this weekend. "Do you know what size you wear?"
Mac skirted around a couple giggling girls who were making their way toward the exit, each with a bagged dress draped over their arms. "A size four." At least that was the size pant she wore for the most part. A dress surely wouldn't be varying in size that much. "I was thinking maybe I should get a full length dress." Mac commented casually as she started looking through the racks of short and long style dresses the shop had available.
"OK, size four then," Buffy said, looking around at the racks. "We can always get the dress tailored a bit if it's a little big in some places, too, so it doesn't have to be an exact fit if we find something you really like." Buffy pulled a dress off the rack. "What about this one?"
"I suppose so." Mac said, the teen though was hoping that no alterations would have to be made if she actually found a dress for the prom. Mac was just pulling a dress off the rack opposite of the one Buffy had been looking through. "That's pretty." The teen smiled glancing over to her friend and the dress she had plucked off the sales rack. "What do you think of this one?" Mac questioned holding up the dress that had caught her eye. If approval was gotten from her friend Mac would go try on both garments to see which might look better on her.
"Ooh, that's lovely!" Buffy said, looking the dress over. "You've got good taste," she said with a smile. "Let's get you to try them both on then." She looked around for a moment before pointing out the dressing rooms. "There they are."
Mac smiled shyly at the compliment, draping both garments over her arm just as Buffy pointed out the dressing rooms. "You have good taste in dresses too, Buffy." Reminding the girl that one of the dresses she was about to try on had been chosen by her friend. And just as she reached the dressing rooms Mac caught sight of a silver gown hanging at the end of the return rack, the place where customers returned garments they weren't intending on purchasing. With three choices now, Mac disappeared into one of the dressing rooms.
"Thank you," Buffy said back to Mac. Of course, she kind of knew that, but why brag right now? Sort of made her miss shopping for this stuff, although she assumed that, if Dawn was going, she could do this with her, too. When Mac went into the dressing room, Buffy waited outside to see what dress she would come out in first.
Of course the first dress Mac came out of the fitting room in was the one Buffy had chosen. "What do you think??" The teen asked with a bit of uncertainty when she emerged from the changing room. Sure she liked it, but that might mean very little if Buffy thought the garment looked better on the hanger then on Mac herself.
Buffy grinned when she saw her. "I think it looks great," she said to her. She figured that all the dresses would look good on her, though. It was really a matter of figuring out which one looked best, and which one Mac liked the most of course. "What do you think?"
The dreamwalker's smile brightened at hearing the other girl's answer. "I like it." Mac smiled before stepping over to look at herself briefly in the three way mirror near the rooms. "I think this is going to be harder then I thought." She admitted looking at how the dress fit her. She had two others to try on, and Mac was having the feeling her selection of just one was going to be extremely hard.
Mac slipped back into the dressing room and after a quick change into the brown colored dress emerged once more for Buffy's opinion of the fancy dress. The garment seemed to fit her just fine, and it looked good on Mac, but the girl found that she wasn't liking it as much as the first one she had tried on.
Buffy looked over her in the dress for a moment. "I don't know what it is, but I'm not liking this dress as much," she said. "It's pretty and nice on you, but I don't think it's the one."
"Okay." Mac seemed to agree with Buffy and turned to slip back into the dressing to try on the last dress she had chosen as a possible to wear to the dance. "What about this one?" The teen asked opening the door to the room so Buffy could view the gown on her and give an opinion.
Buffy smiled. "Ooh, that's a good one, too," she said to Mac. "This is going to be a tough choice." At least they shouldn't have to go to another store, though!
"Very tough." Mac sighed when she came out of the dressing room one last time now back in her street clothes, and all three dresses slung conveniently slung over her arm. "I can only afford to buy one, but which one?" The top dress, the brown one, was lifted off her arm on set on the return rack, leaving Mac with her two choices.
Buffy looked them over. "Both look great on you. Was there one that fit a little better than the other? That would mean less money in tailoring."
"No." Mac thought sadly as if that had been the case it would have made her decision just a little bit easier. "They both seemed to fit perfectly." The teen explained as she started making her way toward the check-out. "Guess I'll just have to make a decision before we get up to the register."