Avery widened her eyes a fraction. She's either really observant or psychic. Avery narrowed her eyes slightly before walking over to the change rooms gesturing for the other to follow.

I follow, still curious about all the scents...

Avery entered one of the change rooms, and began to change.

I sit down on a chair and wait…still eyeing that guy who was checking us out

Dresses weren't Avery's thing, so it took some time before she got out a little awkwardly from the change room. "How's this?"

I look at you and grin "Nice, but i think it might be a little tight…"

"You think so?" Avery raised an eyebrow, she had to admit it was a bit tight getting on and that usually means it'll be hard as hell getting out of it. "Hm." She thought about it for a moment, and waltz back into the changing room to get the dress off. She began to take the dress off, but like she had thought before. It was definitely hard to get the darned thing off, actually she was probably couldn't get it off. She began to grunt and groan at the dress' determination to stay on her.

"Need help?" I ask through the door.

"No..." Avery replied through grit teeth, the dress was like a tight pair of jeans you probably shouldn't have forced on. "Probably... Yes."

I open the door and walk in, closing and locking it behind me. I walk over and inspect the sipper, before trying to pull it down. "…it is stuck…"

"Shit, seriously?" Avery didn't know whether to laugh or out of frustration. So instead she made an awkward cross of the two.

"Okay hold on…" I grab it and yank, it breaks and i groan "…It is stuck, and broken"

"Even better." Avery laughed sarcastically, with a defeated sigh she ripped the dress further. "Fuuuuuck it." She sang as she did so.

"Well that is always fun…so you want that dress in the next size or the one after that?"

"We just ripped one of their dresses apart, I don't think they are ever going to let near this place again." Avery laughed, tossing the ripped dress aside.

"I don't know what you are talking about i say as i stuff the dress into a bag and put it outside the door"

Blake dragged Derek into the mall by his shirt collar, "We need to get you your suit." Blake smiled wickedly. Derek chuckled, "Okay, okay." Derek followed Blake into a department store, Derek lazily looked through a couple dress shirts until Blake threw an outfit at his face. Derek quickly caught the outfit, "It's like you forget i'm a werewolf with super human abilities" Derek said laughing. Derek went into the dressing room, and quickly changed . Blake gave his adoptive brother a thumbs up.

"It Is The Night Of The Witch
It Is The Night Of The Witch Tonight
And The Vengeance Is Hers For As Long As She Stands"

I stop playing and look at the clock, people should be pouring in in a short while from now.
With the room done, sound check done, clothing done and nothing to do. I am so bored.
There must be something to do to pass the time as I wait.
The punch bowl draws my attention. I could... no, that would be cliché.
Then again... I could do something a lot more interesting.
Heravix is standing in the door opening, inspecting the decorations I assume.
"Mr. Gaul? I was just wondering if I-"I begin to speak but Heravix interrupts me "You want advice on magical potions right?"
"Uhm, well it doesn't have to be magical really. I want a truth serum."
"Thiopental is synthesized by the alkylation of ethylmalonic ester with 2-bromopentane in the presence of sodium ethoxide. The product ethyl-(1-methylbutyl)malonic ester undergoes heterocyclization with thiourea, using sodium ethoxide as a base." Heravix drones the answer as if prepared.
"Right.. of course. And the magical variant?" I propose carefully.
"Take a large copper pot of honey and bring it to a boiling point. It should turn syrup like, at that point you dip a bushel of thyme in the pot and stir clockwise for an hour. After that you leave it hanging submerged in the center of the pot for one night cycle until the honey is crystallized.
To finish you take a clear alcoholic drink and stir the honey crystal with the thyme in it."
"That.. sounds interesting, but I don't have the thyme nor the time for that. Got anything.. faster maybe?"
"Your last option also involves a crystal. Convince a witch to say the following words:

for those who want the truth revealed,
opened hearts and secrets unsealed,
from now until it is now again,
after which the memory ends,
those who now are in this house
will hear the truth from others mouth.
"

"I think I can do that. Thank you."
I wonder why Heravix would help me.

I smile as i drive my car towards the dance, I smile at my outfit as i go inside, i begin wondering what Avery decided to wear. I step out of the car and a guy walks over to me "What do say we skip the dance, and cut to the after?" He asks, his breath smells of alcohol. I smile at him as i kick him in the groin and throw him on the ground. "Sorry, I have a date, with destiny..."

A dark figured arrived to the dance, many lookedat it, who else could it be than Curola wearing her normal witch clothes and as always with a gloomy expression on her face that would scare most people and make them run away from her. She sighed not wanting to assist to the dance, she was fored to.
Once she was inside the room Curola looked aroun looking for a place without people, a corner what the only place, she took a chair and decided to sit in that lonely corner all night