There had been a lot of crap in the truck she and Tabby drove to Westchester. They'd given each other prizes for small victories and treated scavenging trips as an opportunity to try to crack each other up with weird finds. It was from among their bizarre belongings that she'd found the makings of her costume: a stretchy silver lame jumpsuit they'd called the zoot suit and driven around wearing for a day or two. Fitted a bit, sleeveless, and half-zipped, it served as an homage a Cherie Curie, along with her blown-out hair and dark make-up. She'd infected the playlist with as much Runaways and Bowie as she could and had already talked animatedly with one of the guys from the fishery about Ziggy versus Space Oddity.
Ali was unselfconscious in the tight and revealing jumpsuit, especially now that she was mixing her second drink. Her blond hair looked even paler, giving off a very faint glow that trailed behind Ali like a comet when she moved.
"Whatcha drinking, Fashion Club?" Ali grinned when she saw Gert, "Can I mix something for you?"