The Wardrobe Department at Blackwood Studios was located in a massive warehouse on the edge of the studio lot.
Inside, it looked like a clothing store had exploded.
There were endless rows of metal racks filled with jackets, shirts, dresses, and shoes. The air smelled strongly of fabric softener and hot steam from the ironing boards.
Right now, the warehouse was completely chaotic. It was the official fitting day for the main cast of *Teen Wolf*.
Brenda, the head costume designer, was a short, older woman. She had a measuring tape hanging around her neck and looked like she wanted to retire immediately.
She was currently standing outside a changing room, waiting for Chris Evans to come out.
"Chris, hurry up," Jake Gyllenhaal said, leaning against a table.
Jake was already wearing his character's clothes. He was dressed in a slightly oversized plaid shirt over a graphic tee, with loose jeans.
It was a comfortable, slightly nerdy look that fit Stiles perfectly.
The curtain of the changing room opened, and Chris stepped out. He looked miserable.
He was wearing a plain, slightly faded brown t-shirt, a heavy flannel jacket, and incredibly boring blue jeans.
He looked at himself in the large floor mirror and groaned loudly.
"I look like a guy who chops wood for a living," Chris complained, pulling at the sleeves of the flannel.
"I am playing a werewolf! I'm supposed to be the cool main character. Why do I look like a background extra in a farming commercial?"
"Because Scott McCall is a broke teenager who works at a veterinary clinic," Brenda explained patiently, marking something on her clipboard.
"He doesn't have money for cool clothes. He buys his shirts at a discount store."
Jake laughed, pointing at his friend. "You look great, buddy. Very rustic. Try not to get any dog hair on that expensive five-dollar shirt."
"You are wearing the exact same thing!" Chris argued, pointing at Jake's plaid shirt.
"Excuse me," Jake smirked, adjusting his collar. "Mine has a pattern. It shows personality."
Donovan watched the argument from a comfortable leather sofa in the middle of the room. He was holding a cup of black coffee and smiling.
He was already wearing his costume for Derek Hale. The wardrobe team hadn't needed to try very hard with him.
He wore dark denim jeans, a dark gray Henley shirt, and a heavy, perfectly fitted black leather jacket.
The dark clothes, combined with his natural, relaxed posture, made him look incredibly intimidating without even trying.
Before Chris could argue with Jake again, another changing room curtain opened aggressively.
Ryan Gosling stepped out.
He was holding a pair of beige pants by the waist, keeping them far away from his body like they were radioactive.
Ryan was already wearing a pristine white dress shirt, but he looked deeply offended by the pants.
"Brenda, I say this with all the love and respect in the world," Ryan said, his voice dripping with Jackson's signature arrogance. "But what are these?"
"Those are khakis, Ryan," Brenda sighed, rubbing her forehead.
"No, Brenda, these are a tragedy," Ryan corrected her smoothly, throwing the pants onto a nearby chair.
He crossed his arms.
"My character is the captain of the lacrosse team. He drives a Porsche. His parents are millionaires."
Ryan pointed at the chair. "Jackson Whittemore does not wear discount khakis. He wears designer labels. If I put those on, I am going to break out in a rash."
Chris laughed out loud. "Dude, are you acting right now, or are you just actually a diva?"
"I am just protecting the artistic integrity of the character," Ryan smirked, completely unapologetic. "And my legs."
"Fine," Brenda grumbled, waving to one of her assistants. "Go to the premium rack and get him the expensive gray slacks. The ones from Italy."
"Thank you, Brenda. You are an angel," Ryan smiled charmingly, retreating back into his dressing room.
Donovan took a sip of his coffee. The casting was absolutely perfect. Ryan was already living inside the character's head.
Suddenly, the heavy metal door at the front of the warehouse opened loudly.
Everyone stopped talking. Even Brenda turned around to look.
Scarlett walked into the wardrobe department.
She was wearing her usual cool, New York street style—a nice black jacket, dark jeans, and black boots. She looked completely normal from the neck down.
But sitting right on top of her head was the giant, bright pink cowboy hat.
It was covered in cheap glitter that caught the warehouse lights. The neon pink plastic feathers attached to the back of the hat bounced slightly with every step she took.
It was the most ridiculous thing anyone had ever seen inside Blackwood Studios.
Jake's jaw actually dropped. Chris covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hold in a massive laugh.
Ryan peaked his head out of the dressing room curtain, blinked twice, and just stared.
Scarlett didn't look embarrassed at all. She walked into the middle of the room with absolute confidence.
She acted like she was walking down a runway in Paris.
"Good morning, peasants," Scarlett announced loudly.
Donovan started clapping slowly from the sofa. "Wow. I have to admit, I thought you would try to hide it in your bag. But you really committed."
Scarlett turned to look at him, placing her hands on her hips.
"A bet is a bet, Donovan. I have to wear this thing to the studio every day for a week. And honestly? I think I am pulling it off."
"You look like a radioactive flamingo," Jake said, finally finding his voice. "Why are you wearing that?"
"Because your boss cheated at Pac-Man," Scarlett said smoothly.
She walked over to the couch and sat down next to Donovan. One of the pink feathers hit his shoulder.
"I didn't cheat," Donovan laughed, shaking his head. "You just have a slow reaction time. And I think the hat really brings out your eyes."
Scarlett rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop a smile from breaking across her face.
"Whatever. Where is my wardrobe rack? I want to see what Lydia gets to wear."
Brenda, who had been completely frozen by the pink hat, finally recovered. She clapped her hands loudly.
"Alright, Scarlett, your rack is over here. We have a lot of high-end dresses and skirts for you. Lydia is the queen of the school, so her clothes are very stylish."
Scarlett stood up and walked over to her designated rack. She looked through the hangers, nodding in approval at the expensive fabrics.
"These are gorgeous," Scarlett said, pulling out a floral skirt and a nice cardigan. "I'll go try these on."
"Wait," Brenda interrupted, pointing a finger at the bright pink monstrosity on her head. "You have to take the hat off for the fitting. I need to see how the clothes actually look."
Scarlett stopped.
She looked at Brenda. Then she looked back at Donovan, who was raising an eyebrow from the sofa, waiting to see what she would do.
"No," Scarlett said simply, her tone completely serious.
"I have a contract with Donovan. I am wearing the hat. It stays on during the fitting."
Brenda let out a long, tired breath. "I don't get paid enough for this."
Scarlett disappeared into the changing room, taking the ridiculous hat with her.
Chris and Jake immediately moved over to the sofa, sitting on either side of Donovan.
"You actually made her wear that?" Chris asked in a hushed voice, highly impressed. "I thought you were joking at the arcade."
"She is stubborn," Donovan smiled, finishing his coffee. "If she lost the bet, she was going to pay the price."
"Well, you better watch your back," Jake warned him, crossing his arms. "She definitely has a plan for revenge. Nobody wears a pink feather hat without planning a counterattack."
Before Donovan could answer, the curtain opened again.
Scarlett stepped out wearing Lydia's outfit. The skirt and cardigan looked perfect, capturing the popular-girl aesthetic exactly.
But the giant pink cowboy hat completely ruined the entire look.
She did a small spin, letting the plastic feathers fly through the air.
"How do I look?" Scarlett asked, completely straight-faced.
"Like a fashion icon," Donovan replied without missing a beat.
"Alright, that's enough," Brenda yelled from across the room, waving a schedule in her hand.
"We have the clothes figured out. Everyone keep your costumes on. They are waiting for you in makeup for the camera tests. Move, move, move!"
Chris groaned and started walking toward the door, dragging his feet in his boring flannel shirt.
Ryan followed right behind him, looking extremely satisfied in his expensive gray slacks.
Donovan stood up from the couch and adjusted his leather jacket. Scarlett fell into step right next to him as they walked out of the warehouse.
The pink feathers on her hat gently hit the door frame on the way out.
They had a long day of camera tests ahead of them, and Donovan was ready to see how the pack looked on screen.