BUFFY: So it was blue and sorta short.

WILLOW: Not too short, medium. And it had this weird, sorta fringey stuff on its arms.

GILES: (walking in) What's that, a demon?

BUFFY: A prom dress that Will was thinking of getting. Can't you ever get your mind out of the hellmouth?

GILES: I'd be delighted to. However, the day of the Mayor's Ascension is fast approaching and we don't know what to expect.

XANDER: Well, what about the pages that Will stole from the Mayor's book? Look, she put her life on the line there, pal. Don't tell me they're useless.

GILES: On the contrary, no, we, uh, we know the Ascension refers to a human transforming into a demon, the living embodiment of an immortal. And Graduation Day, our Mayor Wilkins is scheduled to do just that.

Wesley enters, followed closely by Cordelia.

WESLEY: (enters) Trouble is, we don't know which demon he is going to become.

GILES: There are thousands of species.

WESLEY: So, it's safe to say we shouldn't waste any time of such trifling matters as a school dance.

CORDELIA: Well, that's too bad, because I bet you would look way 007 in a tux.

WESLEY: Except, of course, on the actual night, I will be aiding Mr. Giles in his chaperoning duties.

GILES: What? Excuse me? Fine, fine, fine.

BUFFY: (to Willow) We'll get you a dress. You know, we should check April Fools.

CORDELIA: Don't go there! I shop there.

XANDER: I myself am dipping into my road trip fund to procure a shiny new tux, so look for me to dazzle.

GILES: And I myself will be wearing pink taffeta as chenille would not go with my complexion. Can we *please* talk about the Ascension?

BUFFY: Giles, we get it. Miles to go before we sleep. But especially if we're all gonna vaporize or something on Graduation Day, we deserve a little prommy fun. One night of glory, not to much to ask.

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written by: Marti Noxon; . Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/54prom.html