"It's not about pleasin' your ma Tate," Mack reminded the redheaded girl. "That was the point of going dress shopping for something you wanted." She laughed at Tatum's panic-stricken face, it was so classically her girlfriend. Only she would be worried about someone stepping on her dress and ending up naked. "I promise you won't lose your dress until I want you to," she reassured the younger girl with a small wink.

"Okay, okay, nothing too expensive, I promise." Mack said, partially crossing her fingers behind her back where Tatum couldn't see. She would go and find dresses that she thought the girl would like, and if they happened to be a bit more on he expensive end, well then that was fine. As long as her redhead was happy, then Mackenzie really couldn't care. She gave the girl a kiss on the top of her head and traced her fingers down her back lightly. "I'll take all these cupcake monsters back and bring you something nice to try on, okay? As long as you keep an open mind, I'll sit in here so you don't have to go outside, deal?"

Mack let go of the smaller girl, grabbed the dresses and put on her HBIC face. Winking at her girlfriend, she exited the dressing room and zeroed in on the first sales person she saw. "Excuse me," she barked. She held up the dresses and glared at the poor woman. "I specifically asked for dresses that weren't a taffeta mess! What the hell are these? I don't want to go to prom with a cupcake!"

The sales girl looked at Mack wide eyed, opening and closing her mouth like a gold fish. "Now, here's what you're going to do," Mack growled, thrusting the mess of dresses at the woman. "I want a selection of non-poofy dresses, in a variety of colors but a majority should be canary yellow, got it?" The sales woman ran off immediately and the rest of the workers in the store looked at Mack with a mixture fright and disapproval.

"What?!" she barked at them, glaring coldly. "Don't y'all have a job to do?"

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