Fade Into You

Pretty Woman

Stood in front of my mirror in a dress so short you could practically see my heartbeat, the curls in my hair straightened out and hanging down my back. Half of it was tied up in a tight, slick back half-up style with huge silver hoops hanging from my ears. I was wearing Scarlet's patterned tights along with her platformed Doc Martens and a thin black bow in my hair. The dress itself was a very simple little black dress with spaghetti straps and a cinched-in waist. Personally, I much prefer the part where you get ready for the night out as opposed to the actual night out but that's what alcohol is for. Scarlet appeared in my doorway seconds later with a bottle of wine and a smile on her face, her outfit looking like it was straight out of a 70's magazine with flared jeans and a knitted crop top, tiny little sunglasses on the end of her nose and similar earrings to mine but in gold.

"Are you nearly ready?" she asked.

I hummed and nodded, checking out my fit once more before grabbing my bag and coat and walking towards my bedroom door to join Scarlet in the lounge.

"Time check?" I asked.

"Ummm 10.30," she replied, handing me a glass of wine, "what time did Lizzie say she would be there?"

"She didn't," I mumbled, taking a huge swig of my wine, "she replied 'I'll ask them'."

Scarlet nodded, "well ... fuck her then, we'll have a good night regardless. Maybe you just need to shag someone, and you'll forget about her."

I hummed and nodded too, taking a seat on the couch, "who are you after tonight? Men or women?"

She shrugged her shoulders with a proud smile, "if Emily's working then I'll be with her, but I don't know."

"We both know Emily will be working," I smirked.

Emily was one of the bartenders at Volks. She was so outwardly gay it was almost ironic. Her nails were always cut short and painted with chipped black nail polish, huge silver rings hugging her fingers and she always had on a thin white shirt so you could see her nipple piercings when leaning over the bar to order your drinks. Emily and Scarlet had fucked in the staff toilets more times than I could count but neither of them ever did anything about the obvious connection there. They've never been on a date or seen each other outside of Volks but they will, without a doubt find each other when we are there. We first met her about 6 months ago and ever since, she has given us free entry and free drinks all night.

"She works every Saturday," I pushed.

"I know," she smiled, sipping her wine, "she might be in a relationship now."

I hummed and raised my brows, "I give it approximately 45 minutes before she's on her knees for you."

She laughed out her nose and shrugged her shoulders, "I can't help it all the ladies love me."

Scarlet is what some would call a womanizer. She claims she's not bisexual but has probably had sex with more women than men. When she says she's straight it's because she 'doesn't want a relationship with a woman' not because she's not attracted to them. Women, to Scarlo, are like little trophies that she has been collecting for some time now. She was always respectful with them and let them all down gently, but she never slept with any of them more than twice because that's when attachment started to form. This applied to everyone apart from Emily. Emily was different but she's yet to admit that to herself.

"Do you want to head there earlier to get some drinks in before it builds up?" she asked me.

"So you can leave me for a shag? No, thank you," I giggled.

"I won't leave you until you find someone to hang with," she laughed, "can we just go and get drinks there before it's busy? Please, I'll get you some shots?"