"Oh Mah-ho-ho-honey, what is this," Perry calls from down the hallway, holding up her – oh god –
"I don't think it'll fit you – you could probably squeeze into my clothes from when I still had my freshman fifteen in the way back of the closet—" She gives a pre-emptive dirty look to Drew, who already has his mouth open, "And if you go for the lame fatty joke I will end you."
A sharp whistle has her and Drew covering their ears. One of these days she's going to break his fingers…
"Nuh uh, no changing the subject – I demand an explanation for this," Perry says smugly.
"…I think I want an explanation too," Drew leers.
She jerks the uniform out of Perry's hands, fingering the hand sewn badges on the khaki vest gently.
"It was my roller derby uniform," She snaps, flicking imaginary dust from the shoulder the blue blouse. "We were the 'Grrrl' Scouts."
Perry looks sorely disappointed and she hears Drew mutter something to Perry about the thing not looking sexy enough for a stripper anyway.
Rolling her eyes she returns the uniform to it's place in her closet –
Like hell she's telling them that she's a Gold Award Girl Scout. She'd never hear the fucking end of it.