This idea was great, Buffy thought. A party where everyone dressed like a pop-culture icon was sure to inspire a funfest.

"I like your costume," she told Anya, a perfect Lucille Ball.

"Thank you, Marilyn. You know, Xander looks very capable of giving me orgasms tonight. It’s to bad that we broke up, because I’ve always wanted to have sex with James Bond."

Across the room, Xander and Andrew were deep in conversation.

"I get Willow and Tara as Rhett and Scarlet, but who are you?" Xander asked Andrew.

Andrew seemed offended. "Isn’t it obvious? I’m the Arby’s oven mitt!"