"Dawn!" Willow yelled at the younger Summers who was passing by the guest room door with breakfast burrito. Her craptacular taste in food hadn't improved. "We're going shopping. I'm buying."
Dawn shrieked and leapt into Willow's arms. "Willow, I love you!" she yelled, before bounding off down the hall to change clothes.
Dammit. Wrong one.
"I'm not sure showing this much skin is good with my complexion," Willow complained while scowling at the slutty number that Dawn had picked out for her. "I mean, can't I just wear a nice blouse and some suitpants?"
"Willow, you're a walking fashion disaster. Put that on!" said the younger Summers, and pushed her into the changeroom. Using her ass. Dawn had no idea how infuriating this was for Willow. "If you want to pick up, you'll need to dress the part. Sexy is good. Skanky is better. So get your bad self in gear and jump on your rebound girl."
Dammit, she's not my rebound girl, thought Willow. She could excuse Dawn's perky, misguided enthusiasm though, since she hadn't told her who she was going after. If she had, chances are she'd be dead by now, magic or no. Willow grumbled various nasty things to herself while she changed into the top of the matching skirt combo. She didn't want to call it a shirt. It was more of a hankie. The bottom was two hankies. Damn Italian fashion designers. They want everyone to catch a cold.
Willow threw back the curtain, expecting shock from Dawn. Instead all she got was a grin. "You look like a hooker. It's great," she said.
"I think these heels are giving me shin splints," Willow griped.
"It's perfect that way. Pay for that and come on. You need to buy me a new purse."
"Hold your horses, I'm moving as fast as I can." Willow shuffled after her in her four inch stilettos. As she reached the checkout she felt something apply a squeeze to her bottom. "Hey!" she swatted at the young Italian man who had just pinched her ass. "Buzz off!" she yelled at him. "Bastard," she mumbled more to herself.
Dawn just grinned at her more. "That means he thinks your hot. It's a compliment. That sort of behavior is normal here. You should be thrilled - he pinched you instead of me! You're really smoking!"
"You sure we can't sue him? It's sexual harrassment is what it is. Hey! You stop that now!" Willow yelled at another man who had just given her a good squeeze. "I'm warning you. Any man who touches me is going to pay. How would you like it if men kept pinching your bum, huh mister?" she yelled. "Vir tactus vos!"
Suddenly every man in the immediate vicinity began chasing after the offending perv and began pinching him on the ass.
"Hey! Che cazzo?" he yelled, and ran in vain from the crowd. "Andate tutti a 'fanculo!"
Dawn only shook her head. "You're no fun."
"What? He pinched me."