NO! Dawn and Jasmine are going out to a club.

"You need to get over him, girl, and the best way to do that is get your ass to a club," Jasmine said.

"I’m not sure I feel like dancing. Maybe I should just go home.”

"Come on. It’ll be fun and you know it. Please, we haven't hung out in a long time, and don’t make me beg."

"I don't know,” Dawn said, looking imploringly at her friend. She didn’t know what she wanted to do, but couldn’t think of any good excuses to get out of this. “I don’t even have anything to wear."

"You can wear some of my things."

Dawn eyed Jasmine from her purple hair to her Birkenstocks. “I don’t know, Jas. We don’t exactly have the same style.

Rolling her eyes, Jasmine grabbed Dawn’s shoulders and pulled her towards the bedroom. “Don’t worry,” she said, leading Dawn towards the closet. “We’ll find something in the “Little House On The Prairie” style you like so much, okay?”

Dawn laughed, blushing a little. “Okay,” she agreed.

"Cool" Jasmine said. With one sweeping move she opened the closet doors, exposing a huge variety of outfits. “Now let’s dress you up.”