Chloe is, yet again, in the middle of a hotel with a fluffy dress on but at least this fluffy dress is by choice and not because she's stuck here with no memory.

(Well, she still has a few holes but most of it has come back so she calls that a win).

Tonight, in honor of her new residence in this weird hotel and not back in Metropolis where she belongs, she's decided that Wizard of Oz is the only way to go. She'd just look stupid as Dorothy so she's decided to be Glinda the good Witch instead, complete with crown and wand and fluffy pink gown. She gathers the lace and tulle in her hands and hightails it to the drinks, wanting one to make her feel a little less awkward about such a conspicuous costume. Sure, she picked it, but she never seems to think these things through.

"Uh, coming through, dangerous costume related liability not covered under your policies, move aside, hope I don't spill drinks on you?"