After days of begging, you were finally able to convince Missy to take you to a real disco in the 70s. She had refused many many times, but this time, you must have really put everything into your puppy eyes, because she finally caved.

The two of you enter the disco, the bright lights and bumping music already overwhelming. You look over at Missy, who is looking down at the stereotypical dress you’d pick out for her.

“I really don’t think this is my color, love.”