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Juniper was about to take pair of crumpled jeans from her suitcase when Victoire screeched in protest. They were getting ready for the band's gig, it was the most stressed Juniper had seen Victoire ever. She had changed her outfit at least five times, and kept uncurling and re curling her hair.

Juniper was slightly more relaxed, but even she felt apprehensive about tonight. Especially after her and Pierre's guitar moment yesterday.

"What?" Juniper asked in response to Victoire's outcry.

"You can't wear those!"

"Why not?" Juniper held her tattered pants protectively, "They're comfortable."

"Juniper!"

"It's not like I have anything else." Juniper chuckled. It was true. She packed very light, only few pairs of trousers, some soft t shirts, and jumpers.

"You don't, Victoire smirked, but I do." She began rifling through her overflowing closet, chucking items of clothing left and right.

Juniper dodged and ducked as skirts and fishnet stocking galore flew at her head, "Victoire...what are you doing?"

"Oh c'mon Juniper, please let me style you. You know it'll be good. Look at me!" Victoire did a slow spin, modeling her albeit very impressive emsemble.  Burnished red velvet corset style top, long, satin midi skirt with a slit going up the side, and knee high boots.

She looked amazing, but Juniper didn't think anyone else could pull of the look like Victoire did.

Victoire muttered to herself, and then her eyes gleamed when she found what she'd been looking for, "AH ha! There it is!" She sighed happily to herself, bequeathing Juniper with a shiny slip dress, sheer stockings, and to finish it off, the very jacket she had gotten Juniper for Christmas.

Juniper held the dress up at arm's length, eyeing it warily, "Are you sure this qualifies as clothing? It looks more like hand towel."

"Shut up and put it on." Victoire rolled her eyes, "You've got legs, might as well show them off."

"Fine." Juniper agreed with resignation, pulling the outfit on. She knew Victoire wouldn't go down without a fight. She shrugged on the leather jacket, and Victoire dangled a pair of platform booties in front of her mischievously.

"Victoire no! I'll wipe out!"

"Well you're not going to wear your trainers! They're sturdy I promise."

Begrudgingly, Juniper put on the booties. Victoire guided her over to the mirror, clearly very proud with her work. Juniper stared at her reflection in the mirror, self consciously tugging at the hem of the dress. She felt extremely exposed, even with the jacket on.

"Are you're it's not too short? It feels too short." Juniper yanked at the dress again and Victoire swatted her hand away.

"It's not too short I promise."

"I don't know, maybe I should just-"

A horn honked loudly outside. Victoire grinned, swiping on a coat of red lipstick, securing her clutch, and dragging Juniper down the stairs, "Oh well, guess you can't change, they're hereee! And we don't want to be late do we?"

"Evil."

"Thank you darling." Victoire replied, her and Juniper sliding into Pierre's car. Ariel and Olivier were already in there. Ariel rocking red plaid trousers and a lacy bra underneath a mens dress shirt. She was busy tying her mass of braids into a thick bun that rested on top of her head. Her brother was sporting an almost see through, mesh dress shirt and tight leather pants, and he had on some expertly drawn eyeliner.