Rachel stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. As she made her way down the hallway to her room, she was intercepted by the two New Yorkers.
"Boys, excuse me, I need to get ready for my date."
"Exactly, babe. You need our help. Your knee socks and schoolgirl skirts are charming in their own way. Don't get me wrong, I love them, but they are so not date material. Luckily, Seb and I have brought with us the entirety of the thrift store down the street from the theatre in our humble station wagon. It's our gift to Lima. Hot Date Rachel is going to storm the town." Danny opened the door to her room.
"We've taken the liberty of moving it all into your closet while you were in the shower, and we've picked out a few choices for tonight." Seb grabbed her shoulders and steered her towards the bed where she sat down.
"We've also gotten you some date night undergarments that are, appropriate for the evening. And by appropriate, I mean downright scandalous." Danny tossed her some lacy maroon pieces of cloth with matching strings. "Put them on, babe." They turned around while Rachel complied. As she struggled with the corset top, Seb turned around to assist her. Danny grabbed a slinky black dress off a hander, which Rachel shuddered at.
"That looks so not like me."
"Exactly, babe, this is Hot Date Rachel, not Schoolgirl Broadway Diva Rachel. We want Mohawk Man to drop to his knees."
"But a black, slinky dress? What about that yellow one?"
"Brilliant! He'll love the sexy, fun, cuteness, and then when he takes it off, he'll fall to his knees to worship the goddess before him."
"Goddess? And who say's it's coming off tonight?"
"Put it on, love." Seb grabbed the dress from the hanger and tossed it at her. The one shoulder, greek inspired dress went nicely with her caramel skin. Seb came up behind her, and in a few moments, had her wavy hair into a twist around her head, leaving some hair hanging in the back.
"You look absolutely stunning, Rach."
"You do, babe. Now go get your man."