"Uh, no. No more costumes. We're all sold out," the clerk said. "Sorry."
"No problem, sweetie," Tony said, with a flick of his hand. "I think I have something better in mind anyway." He turned to leave, but then paused when he saw the packets on the table. "Do you have any more of these?" he asked the clerk, holding up the empty packet of "Gay Eye For the Straight Guy".
"Uh, let me check," he said, walking back behind the curtain.
"What are you thinking, love?" Ben asked.
"I'm thinking that we can dump the powder in the punch at the party and turn all the hot guys there into gays like us."
Ben smiled. "What a fabulous idea."
The clerk came back with a medium-sized box in his hands. "This is all that's left of that specific packet. About, uh, fifty packets."
"We'll take them all," Tony immediately said. Certainly, that was more than enough.
"You'll have to pay for it."
"Sure," Tony said, grabbing his wallet from his back pocket. You know, getting a purse might not be such a bad idea. Then he paid for the box full of packets, thanked the man, then left with Ben.
"Where are we headed?" Ben asked, his arm around Tony's waist.
"To the nearest clothing store. We seriously need a make-over. Something more fitting for our new selves. Then I was thinking we could go to the salon and get some new stylish haircuts, and maybe get manicures."
Ben smiled. "Sounds good to me." Then they both walked down the alley and back to Ben's car, hips swishing side to side and hands limply hanging from their wrists.