Cathy shook her head, then hesitated, shrugging. "I'm not sure," she admitted, smoothing the fabric of the dress before ducking back into the fitting room, continuing to talk, voice pitched a little louder to be heard through the door. "My husband and I haven't made definitive plans. We might stop over?"
She would be happy either way, though the evening at the Lux did hold the promise of a good time, or at the very least, blackmail resulting from the drunken exploits of her friends. "The Lux is great," she informed Vi wholeheartedly. "I was a waitress for a while, and I still think so. It's a really fun place."
The dress hung back on the hanger, she stepped back into her jeans and pulled her sweater back over her head. A glance in the mirror had her swearing under her breath--it was inside-out. "It snowed last New Years," she told Vi, voice muffled as she tried to correct the issue as gracefully as possible. That taken care of, she stepped back into her shoes and opened the door to peek around the corner, voice dropping confidentially again as she regarded the Slayer. "But that was Elaine's doing." Since she might not know about Elaine, Cathy elaborated. "She was God. Well, God's granddaughter, but for all intents and purposes, God."
Ducking back into the fitting room to retrieve her purse and the dress, she reappeared a moment later. "L.A. didn't know what to do. The city public schools were closed almost an entire week."
Cathy held the dress out in front of her. "I am buying the dress," she announced, giving Vi a thumbs-up. "And you're making a good decision, too."