Fantasy (A Bruno Mars Fanfiction)

Chapter 5 (Amber)

August 25th, 2010

The eventide approaches as my fingers grace through my closet, peeking and deciding what to wear. I've always loved going to nightclubs with Amari. I don't go as much as her, of course, but it's definitely always nice to go once in a while, just to get out the house and explore what the city has to offer.

Bodycon dresses are my favorite, so I decide to limit my decisions to those. I have red, black, blue and purple. I eventually decided to choose the red, since it has layers and it's made of smooth silk.

I grab my phone and call up Amari, but not before looking at the time; it's 5:15 PM. Eh, I'll eat dinner at the club.

"Yo, Amari, I just got done picking out my outfit. Could you do some of my makeup?"

"Of course, girl. Come on over."

I slide the dress on me and put on some strappy black heels, running my fingers through my hair whilst peering at myself in the mirror before going out the door.

Damn, do I look good.

My heels clack my body out the door, and go down the elevator and walk over to Amari's apartment. She lives around a 10-minute walking distance from me, right by Temple University. She moved there sometime during her trade school years when she was able to get enough money to own her own place, just like me.

I receive some whistles as I go down the sidewalk, but I just ignore it. People really need to learn how to have more respect. But hey, it's my body and if I wanna wear a sexy dress, I will, no matter what people do or say about it.

Eventually, I make my way over to her apartment building whilst passing the wonders of Philadelphia, and go up to knock on her door.

"Heyyyy!" I disclose to her as she opens it.

"Hey, girlie! Damn, you look smoking," she proclaims. She looks gorgeous too; warm dark skin, chestnut brown eyes, and dark curly hair, complimented by her deep indigo satin mini dress.

"Well, if you've got it, flaunt it, right?" I say.

"Damn right. Anywho, let's get your makeup done. You want smokey eye, right?" She asks as we walk over to the bathroom to grab all the makeup.

"Yes. You know smokey is my go-to, Amari," I jokingly assert.

"Of course I know that. I was just teasing you, girl. Anywho, let's get work done."

We laugh and talk about life as we get my makeup done. I'm so blessed to have a cosmetologist as my best friend.

As the brush, eyeliner and eyeshadow paint themselves across my face to do its job of enhancing beauty, we gaze at the time, and it's 6:02.

"Fuck. Wait, when does the laser light show begin?" I ask.

"7:15. Don't worry, we'll be fine. Let's go catch a cab." Despite me having a car, I barely use it since I don't even need it that much.

We both went downstairs of the apartment to catch the cab in order to make our way to the nightclub. This nightclub is Philly's most famous; drinking, partying, dancing, affairs, you name it and it all pretty much goes down there. All the classics.

Amari eventually pulls over a cab, the loud noises of the city erupting near us; people walking, and taking pictures of the Rocky statue, all the tourist classics of Philly. We then open the cab doors and subsequently disclose to the driver where we'd like to go; right as she makes a certain comment.

"Oh, and Charlie will be there tonight," she responds with a wink.

"Girl, hush," I respond laughingly.