Lights

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Aliyah's POV:

***Three days later***

Our first shift. Holy shit.

It's 10:34pm and Liv and I are both in a comfy t-shirt and shorts, applying finishing touches to our makeup. She hasn't seen the outfits I have planned for us tonight so she's kind of a nervous wreck.

I assured her that they are amazing and that we were gonna make a first impression nobody will ever forget. That only seemed to make her even more nervous.

As Liv lightly dusts highlighter on the tip of her nose I coat my hair in hairspray. Stepping back from our dressing table I admire the both of us in the mirror wall.
"We look sexy as fuck," I declare.
"Aliyah... It feels like we've upset the balance of the universe... It feels illegal to look this good."

"Stay here," I said as I went to the closet to retrieve out outfits for tonight. Handing Olivia her piece, she gaped at it completely speechless.
"Is this a good speechless, or a bad speechless?"
"I- " is all she managed to get out.

After putting on our lacy, leathery pieces, we assessed ourselves. Liv's confidence was clearly accumulating the more she took in what stood before her in the mirror.

"GURL WE LOOK LIKE A MILLION DOLLARS!" I cheered.
"AAAAAA WE ARE FINEEEEE AS HELLLL!" Liv squeled with equal energy.

For about five minutes we hyped up one another, our egoes expanding expediently.
"Let's get our money," Liv stated.

With that, Liv and I practically danced out of the dressing room, hand in hand towards the blaring music and flashy lights.

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