Title: Dress Code

Author: Geonn

Email: neil_j_miser@yahoo.com

Rating: G

Pairings: Sam/Janet

Category: Humor

Disclaimer: These folks don't belong to me. I stole them from MGM's toybox without asking their mommies for permission. I promise to return them more or less unscathed.

Archive: Yes, just let me know where it'll be.

Note: Fic-lette = Longer than a drabble, shorter than a real fic. :D

Summary: Cassandra's wardrobe comes into question.

Sam entered the house, dropping her rucksack on the kitchen floor and scanning the room. Something... seemed amiss. Something was wrong. Janet entered the kitchen and sighed when she saw Sam.

"You're back. Good," she said, picking up a towel and furiously scrubbing the countertop.

"The teen terror did something?"

"Hah," Janet scoffed quietly, shaking her head. "You could say that..."

Sam sighed. "She didn't... break anything."

"No," Janet sighed, throwing aside the towel and turning to lean against the counter. "You should have seen what she was wearing..."

Sam winced, remembering the Halter Top Incident from a few months back. "Uh-oh. Another halter top?"

Janet shook her head quickly. "Nope. Worse."

"Miniskirt?"

"Nope. Worse."

Sam scanned her memory for other offensive outfit possibilities. "Low-rider jeans?"

"Low-what?"

"Low-rider," Sam said. "They're in style... they're so low they almost show buttcrack."

"God," Janet prayed, touching her forehead. "Give me strength. No."

Sam shrugged. "I don't know what else--"

The kitchen door opened and Cassandra stepped in, wearing the item in question. "I think she's making a big deal out of nothing," the teen argued.

Sam turned, eyes widening. "Oh, Cass. For crying out loud... Old Navy?!"