One Cup of You

Part 7

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In was mine and Piper's tradition to spend Christmas Eve out at a bar. Neither of our families did their celebrations until Boxing Day, and we figured it was better to wake up on Christmas morning hungover and together than to be alone and missing the excitement of presents under a tree. We usually went to a grocery store to grab bacon and pancake mix for the next morning and then back to one of our apartments to get ready to trade outfits and make-up.

Piper wore a skin tight burgundy dress that showed off her boobs and butt, highlighting her tan skin and dark hair. If anyone else wore what she wore, people would look at them and think they were a stripper. Piper somehow pulled it off and looked incredibly sexy. My suspicion is that it was her level of confidence. She never gave a shit what anyone else thought, so she could wear whatever she wanted and no one's judgments could penetrate her, anyway. Her hair fell in soft waves down her back with shorter curls perfectly framing her face. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference between loving her as my best friend and being in love with her. Unfortunately, I was cursed with strict heterosexuality and even as much as I knew she was a hottie; I was sure I really wasn't in love. However, I'd pay good money to look like Piper.

Instead, I looked like me -which I don't think is that bad. But, compared to Ms. Bombshell sitting on the bed behind me applying ruby red lipstick, I felt pretty plain. Instead of wearing my hair piled into a messy bun like I always did for work, I wore it down and give it some wave. If I ever wore a dress, it was more of a hipster style, like a jersey knit and a jean jacket or a sweater dress with tights. I have never, and probably will never, own anything like the number Piper had on. Instead, I felt sexy in tight jeans that buttoned high on my waist and showed off my big butt- and hid my belly.

I was tempted to leave on my cozy sweater I'd been wearing all day, given it was December and freezing out. Instead, Piper ruffled through her closet and handed me a black halter top that had a wide draped neckline that came down almost to my belly button. I wasn't even sure this thing would cover my nipples if I put it on until I realized it belonged to Piper and she had bigger boobs than I did.

"Dude. I'm going to freeze," I said when she tossed it my way.

"Wear a jacket. I'll pay coat check if you wear it," she smiled at me.

I conceded. When I pulled the top on and glimpsed myself in the mirror, I was pretty impressed. Wearing my hair down elevated my whole look, and the subtle shine from the sparkles on the shirt made me look like I was glowing. I'd fuck me.

"I'm going to need to borrow a jacket too, then. The leather one." I said. "And hand me that red lipstick."

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Walking into a bar for the first time in the night always felt magical to me, especially on Christmas Eve. Obviously, it wasn't the same magic that Santa and his elves handled, but because I felt good, looked good, and smelled fantastic, it felt like there were endless possibilities for the night. Whenever my self-esteem was this high, I walked with my head held a little higher, and I wasn't as put off by the advances of men.

We started at McMurphy's rather than a dance club for the evening. This gave us time to start slow, enjoy the live music, and get good and drunk before heading off to the laser lights and pop music. I enjoyed this part of the night, but to Piper, this was a sort of pre-game. I always thought the vodka crans we made at her apartment were pre-game drinks, but apparently we needed a pre-game and a pre-pre-game.