Zoey grabbed her bag stuffed with clothing she had been working on for the group. If working at Jo-Anns had taught her anything, it was that fabric was cheap and sewing was hard. Luckily it hadn't been her first rodeo, and the costume she had stitched together wasn't too shabby, even if the leather wasn't real, and too much movement might tear out a sleeve. At least it had looked good on her the day before.

She shot out one last text to the whole group, some still seemed on the fence when they last spoke [color=39b54a][I'm on my way to Ally's. Hope to see you guys there. If not it's cool, we get it! :D][/color] 

She jumped into her old Volkswagen Rabbit, a hand me down from her mom on her 16th birthday. It took a few tries to start, but was just as reliable as ever as she pulled out of her parking lot. She barely realized she was driving, she so caught up in her own thinking. Tonight would be crazy...hopefully good. The last week she had felt motivated, she had been practicing with Ally, they figured out that she was pretty decent with a staff. So it sat at Zoey's place waiting for her. 

Zoey's heart was beating through her chest as she pulled up to Ally's. She took a deep breath and opened the front door.