Rules Of Different Games

Chapter 19- Birthday

Ruth Finn

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Miranda's 70th birthday was going to go down in the books for being the most extravagant yet gaudy birthday ever. Her birthday was October 30th. This year, she wanted a Halloween themed party. Fine. Early and I handled that like we always do right along with my mom, Lena. Three strong forces of nature to persuade Miranda not to be as ridiculous as she always wanted to be.

Only the theme of this shindig was going to be the fucking death of me. Do you want to know the theme? You don't, I assure you, but I have to tell you anyway so you'll understand the depth of my forlorn face as I stare at myself in the mirror in complete disbelief.

Sluts and Studs.

That was the fucking theme. So I had to either dress up in a really nice suit and look very masculine for a night. Or I had to dress like a slut. Miranda said I couldn't go masc because Ellie, Dru, and Devan were all going to be there dressed in suits looking like hot studs. Which meant me and my sister and everyone else of the female variety needed to look as good and sexy as possible to show them up.

Miranda came out of the fitting room wearing a see through one piece jumper made of nothing but fucking glitter and tan pasties for all the world to be able to see her lady bits. Even her ass! It only had one strip on the crack of material to cover her crease up. I was shocked and gasped at her, mouth open and tongue hanging out. She was too old to wear that and yet it fucking worked. This hoebag of my great grandmother was wow.

"Oh, you look amazing." Miranda smiled brightly, clapping her hands together towards me and my outfit.

She moved wrong and I could see all of her crotch. I groaned looking away knowing she was going to wear the costume no matter what I said. Even if she was giving me a peep show. I looked back to the mirror and held in my laugh.

"My boobs are fighting to get out. It's too tight."

Miranda hit me in the shoulder really hard making me choke. "That's what corsets are for. I'm buying both of these." She nodded and pointed between our clothes before lighting a cigarette. Not one person told her she couldn't smoke in here. Wow.

"I thought you quit smoking." I rolled my eyes looking at myself again.

I was wearing a black corset with the words, Bite Me, across it in silver glitter. It had matching booty shorts that said, eat me, on the bum with fancy fishnet leggings and combat boots. Refuckingdiculous. But it's what the old gal wanted.

I changed handing the store clerk our costumes then helped Miranda back into her all pink one piece suit she loved to wear. She said it was her best one because it was shorts. I hated it. It was made for a 13 year old not a 70 year old lady with red hair. But whatever.

"Miranda, are you hungry? I want a burger from LouLous." I suggested this because she was riled up and she hated Iris, a waitress at the restaurant. Better for Iris to get yelled at than me. Sorry, Iris, but today's your day, not mine.

"Fine. But if Iris is there, you'll have to talk to her. I haven't spoken to her in years." Miranda told me with a tap to my nose.

I huffed at her indignantly because that was a lie. She talked to Iris every fucking day. In reality, Miranda talked to her all the time. It was just that Miranda hadn't talked nicely to Iris in years, but they fought all the time. Miranda perched her small legs on my truck's door as we drove two blocks over to the restaurant. I backed into the parking spot on Main Street and chuckled when Miranda jumped out and ran inside like a teenager high on sugar.

Iris Swigs used to be Miranda's friend, but the other older lady was in love with Jackson for a while, and Miranda couldn't stand her anymore. The whole thing was hilarious if you asked me, and I enjoyed every snicker and glare the two ladies gave each other.