"She said she didn't want to come."
"I know. Don't care," Amy called over her shoulder to him. She was already knocking on their friend's front door.
Mels answered after a minute. "What...?"
Amy pushed past her and into the flat. "Come on," she said. "We're gonna be late for the party."
"I told you. I'm not going. I have other plans."
Amy could imagine what those plans might be. Which was exactly why they were there. "Yeah, you are," she insisted.
No. I'm not. I don't want to go to some stupid party down at the pub."
"It's not stupid. It'll be fun. Now come on, let's get you something to wear." Amy grabbed her friend's hand and started down the hall towards her bedroom.
They stopped at the sound of Rory's voice behind them. "Amy. Come on. She said she doesn't want to go."
Both girls spun round. "Yeah, she does. She just doesn't know it yet. No one wants to spend Halloween alone. Right, Mels?" Amy turned to her friend for confirmation, but Mels was staring at Rory and didn't seem to have heard Amy's question. Which, under the circumstances, Amy could completely understand. She laughed. "I know. Isn't that a great costume? Invasion of the hot Italian, right?"
Rory blushed, but Mels didn't seem to notice. After a moment she asked, an oddly curious expression on her face, "Have you worn that before?"
"No, first time on. Why?"
"Nothing. It just seems..." Mels shook her head as if to clear it. Smiling widely, she continued, "Excellent costume, Rory. You're a great centurion." Then, turning to Amy, she asked, "Now, since I guess I'm going to this stupid party after all, you said something about helping me find something to wear? 'Cause Rory's given me an idea. I bet I'd make a brilliant Cleopatra..."