Beauty & the Blonde

Chapter 1

It had been a long night. Like, a very very long night. It seemed like everything that could've gone wrong had gone wrong, and Jasmine was in a sour mood over the whole ordeal. If it was being touched by drunk men during her performance, who wouldn't dream of tipping, or having the wrong music start playing on account of the cue being set up carelessly, it gradually continued to get worse as the night progressed. So of course she was ecstatic to get out of the club as soon as it was all up and over with around 1:30. She walked into the back room. It was supposed to be a dressing room, but she'd more accurately describe it as a janitorial closet with a couch and a few mirrors hanging from the walls. The epitome of glamorous. How all of the girls managed to get ready in there without getting into (too many) catfights over mirror space was beyond her.

Jasmine pawed at the wig on her head as she burst through the door. Usually she at least tried to be in a better mood, but right now she just wanted to get some McDonald's, go home, cry, and maybe get a wink or two of sleep if her body would settle down long enough. "I'd say we'll be out of here in the next ten minutes. I swear I won't stick around chatting and running my mouth tonight. I'm exhausted and my social battery is drained... I know. Me having no desire to talk? What a surprise." She rambled, as she finally managed to pull the blonde heap of hair from her head, before throwing it carelessly into one of her bags. She'd fix it later. Currently, she was only concerned with getting home.

Lana, Jasmine's younger half, sat on the tiny couch, engrossed into whatever was on her phone like every other teenager anymore. Probably something meaningless on social media, but Jasmine couldn't complain. She was just as guilty of getting sidetracked by the internet and all its unnecessary amounts of information and entertainment. "Mhm." The younger Kennedie nodded, although she was hardly paying attention to any of the words coming out of her sister's mouth. She sipped Pepsi from the martini glass in her hand. It was an odd choice of cup, but it was the only type the bartender had extras of. No harm done. The drink didn't magically become alcoholic because it was in a certain type of glass.

Jasmine was already out of her costume and in sweatpants and a t-shirt. She hadn't wasted a second before changing, but her mouth hadn't stopped moving the entire time. She paused for a second and pursed her lips, paying her sister a quick glance as she removed her false eyelashes. "Girl, what are you drinking?" She asked, her voice twinged with concern as she narrowed her eyes.

"Calm your tits, Jas. It's Pepsi. I had Daya get it for me." Lana wasn't really supposed to leave the so called "dressing room" while they were here. There were a multitude of reasons for that, but the main two were... 1. Jasmine worried she was going to get abducted by a creepy, old, drunk guy, who specifically came to this club to prey on any young person he could find. Oddly specific, but that was Jasmine for ya. 2. The owner was concerned he'd get in trouble if someone reported him after seeing a teenager walking around. Fair enough. Considering he was cool enough to let Lana tag around the past couple years, she didn't want to screw it up by getting him in some hot water.

Jasmine walked over and took the glass from her sister's hand. She took a generous sip before setting it on a ledge beside her. "Okay. What you say seems to line up... Just had to be sure." She laughed. "Although, you don't need anymore of that crap. It's too late for all that caffeine. You won't sleep tonight... On top of all that, quit asking Daya to get you drinks, she'll probably poison them one of these times. You know she hates me." The blonde huffed, as she started to red up her makeup that she had all strewn out on a tiny table in the corner of the room.

Daya... Daya Betty. For some God forsaken reason, that girl had hated Jasmine since they both started booking there. It always had to be a competition. Who got there first? Who could get their look together faster? Who got the most tips? Who did the crowd applaud louder for? That was just the tip of the iceberg when it came to ridiculous things that became a 1v1 brawl between them. Daya thought Jasmine was a loud mouth. Jasmine thought Daya was bitchy. The list could go on forever and ever.