"Really?" Rusty asked, refusing to believe Sharon would ever be seen in public in like this.
"I know," she groaned. "But I promised Brenda she could pick our costumes. In retrospect, it was not the best idea," she said, trying to pull up the metal breastplate.
"So then what? She's Gabrielle? I guess that makes sense. She's the blond. And you are taller than her."
When the doorbell rang, Sharon grabbed her purse before turning to Rusty and demanding he be home from his party before midnight.
"Ok ok. Have fun...Warrior Princess," he said, unable to contain his laughter as Sharon's face scrunched.