A story of two almost 30 year old best friends on their pursuit of love, lust and living the best London lifestyle.
Or an AU about Celeste and Olivia as they introduce you to their world which happens to be filled with an ensemble cast of some of t...
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The flexibility of Liv's job is both a blessing and a curse. It was nice to not have her life ruled by an alarm like John and CeeCee's were. But it also meant that she rarely had a designated finish time, so at times, like tonight, she'll find herself sitting at her desk frantically typing something up because the perfect words have popped into her head at the most inconvenient of moments like when you've just finished applying your new mascara that is so good you look like you're wearing false lashes.
She glances at the time in the corner of her screen. They need to leave for the pub soon. She's already dressed in a fitted fluffy white jumper that, much like Sunday's outfit, shows a slither of her stomach, and a black mini skirt that rests nicely against her thighs. Her black knee high boots finish things off, the heels giving her a much needed extra bit of height.
"No!" Liv said firmly as CeeCee walked into the dimly lit office. She was also wearing knee high boots paired with a dark green checked skater skirt but her legs were hidden underneath a pair of sheer black tights.
"No?" Celeste looked pained, she'd been agonising over this outfit all day. She needed to look simultaneously demure and sexy, and that wasn't the easiest of looks to pull off.
"Back downstairs and lose the tights."
CeeCee grumbled it was cold but did as she was told, returning moments later with her legs now bare. "Happy now?"
Olivia reached out to adjust Celeste's off-the-shoulder jumper so that a glimpse of her bralette strap was on show. "Got your good undies one?"
"Olivia!" She blushed, she was wearing a new thong, but she wasn't about to admit that to Liv because she hadn't stopped teasing her about John all week. Liv gave her a satisfied smile, the colour in CeeCee's cheeks told her all she needed to know.
"I love this picture!" CeeCee's eyes zoned in one of the many photos that covered the wall of Liv's office where years and years of special memories were captured. This one was of John and Liv, forever her two favourite people, on St Patrick's Day when they were still at uni. They looked so young, so happy and so carefree, something which CeeCee wasn't sure she'd ever been, but she was trying to make up for lost time now.
"I still have that dress somewhere," Liv laughs. "This reminds me, have you sorted your dress for St Patrick's Day yet?" The girls were hosting a party later in the week with the vague excuse that Declan was 'kind of' Irish and therefore should be celebrated.
"Not yet," CeeCee planned to dedicate at least some of tomorrow's work day to searching the internet for something she could order on next day delivery.
Liv couldn't help smiling as CeeCee started brushing her blonde hair back into a high ponytail for her. This was one of the best things about having a roommate, they could do your hair for you. Neither girl had ever mastered French plaits on themselves. "It's not like you to be so disorganised. You had something else on your mind?!" Liv teased. "Or someone."
