The Story of Us

Winter, Sorscha, & Charlotte - Girl's Night Out

TW: Alcohol, smut

     On the last Friday of each month, Winter, Sorscha, and Charlotte would go out for what they had deemed now as "Girl's Night." It was a fun way for them to let off some steam, chat about work, and indulge in their guilty pleasure; karaoke. The three of them were big into music; it was one of their biggest escapes from the world around them, so it made sense that they made the karaoke bar their go to for girls night. Tonight though, the three wanted to do something different. They still wanted to go to the bar, but they wanted to really let loose and have fun. They had tried to discuss at work what to do, but couldn't come up with something. On her way home, Charlotte had an idea of what they could do, and texted the group to see what they thought.

Char: Girls night! Should we dress up?

Winter: Char, don't we always dress up?

Sorscha: Ah, I dunno Winter, like every time you're at a bar and Aut comes to get ya or is with ya, you seem to be dressing down, ya know?

Char: Oh my God! Sorscha! We're not even out yet and you're starting on Winter. But I can't say you're wrong...

Winter: Oh really, Char? You're one to talk! I seem to remember a few months ago someone yelling a certain someone's name so loudly from the bathroom that the entire bar fell silent for a few moments. Now who could have caused that scene?

Char: Shut up Winter or I swear I will tell Autumn about the incident last month in the baby room...

Winter: You wouldn't dare!

Char: Try me

Sorscha: Okay, that's enough you two. Knock it off or I'll beat both your arses. Are we dressin' up or not?

Char: Yes. To the nines!

Winter: Fine. Just know, you asked for it. And it is not on me for any actions my wife decides to place towards me when our wifeys pick us up tonight.

Sorscha: I don't want to know. Charlie and I will be there in an hour to pick you up.

Charlotte was excited. As she stood in front of her closet, however, trying to find the perfect outfit to wear, she kept feeling like nothing was good enough for the night. She had said for everyone to dress to the nines, but Charlotte didn't have much in that department. Mia was the one with the fancy clothes and the gorgeous accessories. That's it! Thought Charlotte, as she walked to her wife's side of the closet. She chose one of Mia's favorite dresses. It was a short, black dress with a lacy overlay, a deep v-neckline and long see-through lacy sleeves. Charlotte decided to pair the dress with her favorite pair of black leather boots and of course her silver heart necklace that matched her wife's. She left her hair down, curling it into beautiful beach wave curls, and applied her make-up, finishing up just in time as the doorbell rang.

Charlotte opened the door to a smiling Sorscha. Charlotte couldn't control her jaw dropping open at the sight of her friend in front of her. Sorscha had contacts in, one green and one blue (to remember which eye each prescription went in), and her hair was let down, perfectly straightened and flowing around her face. She was wearing a beautiful dark green cocktail dress that stopped just above her ankles, which were wrapped in beautiful silver strappy heels. Sorscha laughed at Char's expression and said, "Jesus Charlie, do I need to pick your jaw up from the ground for ya?" Charlotte snapped out of her daze and said, "No! No... I'm so sorry Sorscha! It's just, you look absolutely stunning!" "Wow Charlie. Tanks for the compliment. But, um, as flattered as I am by the look on your face, we are both married ya know?" Sorscha said, laughing again when Char's face went bright red at her comment. "No! Sorscha! I didn't mean..." "Oi, I know. It's alright, Charlie. I'm just messin with ya. It's fun to get ya flustered. By the way, you look absolutely gorgeous. Is that Mia's dress?" Sorscha asked, looking at Char, admiring her outfit. "Yeah. I don't have much in the fancy clothes department. I guess it pays off to have a beautiful wife in business!" Charlotte said, as she grabbed her purse and stepped out of the house, locking the door. "Alright. Let's go get Winter. I wonder how he's going to dress." Charlotte said, getting into the back of the taxi. "I dunno. I'm honestly surprised he agreed. All I've ever seen him in is baggy pants and jumpers," said Sorscha with a shrug.