Courtnee twirled a lock of her blonde hair, and tugged at her light wash mini skirt

as she climbed up onto the oak barstool.

"You should come to the bar-b-que tonight; everyone on the street will be there,

it's at Bree van de Kamp's house", Courtnee hesitated.

"C'mon, it'll be fun", coaxed Susan, pushing a can of Pepsi towards her along

with a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies. (a/n: I know, bad combo)

"Hmm, these are good……lemme guess, Tollhouse ready made?"

"You got it", smirked Susan.

"Do you think this is 'too much'?" questioned Courtnee, standing in front of a full

length mirror. She wore a faded destructed miniskirt, a black spaghetti strap tunic with

rhinestoned collar, a pair of black wedges, and a violet amethyst necklace, her long hair

in wide, full curls and matching earrings.

"Not at all", replied Susan, pulling a flat iron through her hair, Courtnee spritzed

on some Chanel No.5 and took the iron from her hand.

"Your gunna singe your hair".

"So, whaddya bringing?" questioned Courtnee as Susan hurried back into the

kitchen, her green Prada kitten heels clacked against the tile floor.

"La Salad de Pasta", stated Susan in a really bad Spanish accent, holding a big

yellow plastic bowl under one arm and picked up her matching handbag, Courtnee

smirked and closed the door behind them.