Author: Slashydutchie
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Genre: Humor
Summary: Number three in what's going to be a whole bunch of drabbles/short fics in which I take quotes from DWP WAY too seriously. Today: "Some hideous skirt convention you have to go to?"
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to other people… if it belonged to me Andy and Miranda would have pounced on each other… multiple times.
Andy heaved a content sigh. This was perfect… she fit right in and her clothes were the talk of the party. There was a real feeling of belonging.
Above her head was a banner, it said: 'Hideous Skirt Convention' in bright lettering.
Just as she was peacefully discussing the benefits of a bright blue dress with pink polka dots for a nice night on the town that could be turned inside out to reveal neon green for those quieter moments, disaster struck. All around Andrea people were panicking, grabbing their favourite skirts and trying to get the hell out of there.
As Andrea looked towards the main doors, she discovered why.
There was Miranda, her arms crossed and glaring. On either side of her were Emily and Nigel, both carrying what appeared to be oversized vacuum cleaners. Behind them was Serena, leading a small army of Clackers who were all pulling carts of clothing, most of it appeared to consist of skirts.
"Prepare yourselves, my army of fashion!" came the voice of Miranda Priestly in full world domination mode. Andy sighed and walked towards her.
"Miranda, dear… we're going to need to have a little talk again."