“Hey, K-B”, called Grace as she bounced into the room. “I need to got through your clothes. Nothing to wear tonight.” She stuck her head into the closet and started rummaging.
Clarisse looked up from the computer screen, smiling. “Since when did you like any of my stuff? Don’t need any cleavage? Is he gay?”
Grace looked back long enough to stick out her tongue. “Where’s that little black thing I made you buy last month? With the weird neckline.”
Clarisse rolled her eyes. “You can have it. I’ll never wear that. One good cough and my tits would pop right out.”
Grace whirled around, triumphantly holding out the scrap of black cloth. “That’s the whole idea”, she said brightly.
The dark-haired girl shook her head in amusement. “Slut. Are you going out with Jeff?”
“Ewww. Gross. No. Just some guy. No big. Thanks, gotta go.”
“Try to make it through the appetizer before you sleep with him”, called Clarisse. She laughed at her friend’s parting gesture.
Maybe she’ll stop slobbering all over Sam now, she thought.
Might not have to shoot her after all.
Grace studied herself in the mirror. Not bad. If this doesn’t get his attention, he’s definitely gay.
K-B was right though. One sudden move and they’d pop right out. Perfect.
One last check that the make-up was good. Garter straight. Sexy shoes. All set.
She paused to admire the effect. He hasn’t got a chance.
She felt the slightest twinge as she spotted the picture of K-Bunny on the desk. I mean, it’s not like she owns him or anything. She hasn’t even slept with him yet, so he’s fair game, right? Besides, he told me about researching the Orgy spell. That’s the clearest signal he could send, right?… Right.
Twenten’s was pretty busy tonight, but at least she had a table. The wine had settled her nerves and gotten rid of that nagging guilt. Grace fiddled with the salt shaker, wondering if he was going to show up. He’d sounded a little suspicious on the phone, so she’d claimed to want to talk about K-Bunny’s birthday party. Not a total lie. She’ll be seventeen next week.
When Sam walked in through the door, her stomach did a little flip. Little underdressed, but still looks good… What the fuck is Trog doing here? And Frenchie? And who’s that elven slut?
Sam sat down across from her, a big smile on his face. Trog slid into the seat next to her, almost crushing her against the wall. Grace smiled at them all through gritted teeth. “Hey guys, what are doing here?”
Trog gave her a bright and innocent smile. At least, as innocent as a troll could manage. “Sam said you wanted to plan K-B’s birthday party. We came to help with ideas.”
“Great. Nice to see you all.” Grace slammed back the rest of the wine and looked at the elven woman.
Sam noticed the look. “Oh, right. Grace, this is Sitara. Sitara, Grace”
She nodded at the slim, dark-haired woman. You’re way too old to pull off that outfit, bitch. Does a good job of showing off the wrinkles and stretch marks, though.
The blonde teen sat sullenly through most of the meal. They’re actually planning a party for her. Jeez.
She kept watching Sitara. Seeing all the little signs that the elven woman was moving in on her man. Nice teeth. How do you keep them so shiny with all the emetics?
They finished their planning and paid for dinner. Sam looked like he was planning to leave with the rest of them. Shit. Need to get him away from that bony-assed bitch.
As they all walked out into the night air, she shivered. “Cold tonight”, she commented, looking at Sam. When he didn’t respond, she added, “And dark too. Guess I’d better be getting home. All alone. In the dark.”
“Better take a cab. We’ve had a lot to drink tonight”, Sam replied.
Grace smiled to herself as the mage stepped to the curb and opened the cab door for her. She gave Sitara a smug smile as she slid into the rear seat, letting the short dress creep a little higher up her thigh for the ride home. Don’t trip over your fat ankles on the walk home. Cow.
Smug turned to shock as Sam paid the cab fare, closed the door and sent Grace on her way, alone in the automated vehicle.