Hosie~ One Shots

Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

Josie sat on the bed, sipping her tea as she watched Lizzie rifle through the closets.
Dresses, skirts, and tops flew through the air as her sister muttered complaints under her breath.

"This one's too basic. This one's too tight.
Ugh, Josie, why do we even own ugly clothes?"

Josie rolled her eyes. We? She didn't have the heart to tell Lizzie that most of the "ugly" clothes were actually hers.

"Are you sure you want to go to this club?" Josie asked, already knowing the answer.

Lizzie turned to her dramatically.
"Obviously! It's the best club in the city, Josie. The richest, hottest people go there. We have to go pick someone up!"

Josie sighed. "Lizzie, you know that's not my thing. I believe the right person will come when the time is right. I don't need to... hunt."

Lizzie groaned. "Ugh, you're such a romantic. Fine, you don't have to pick anyone up, but I do. And I need you there to keep the creeps away while I focus on the good ones."

Josie shook her head but smiled. Lizzie was exhausting, but she was still her sister.
"Alright, I'll go. But just to keep an eye on you."

"Perfect!" Lizzie grinned and tossed a red dress at her. "Wear this. You'll thank me later."

Josie wasn't so sure about that.

The club they went to was fancy and not that full of people.

Josie barely heard Lizzie's exaggerated sighs as she scanned the room in disappointment.
The club was upscale, with dim lighting, sleek décor, and a dance floor that only a few people occupied. It wasn't exactly the wild scene Lizzie had hoped for.

"Ugh, where are all the hot people?" Lizzie muttered, crossing her arms.

Josie rolled her eyes. "Maybe they're avoiding you."

Lizzie shot her a glare but didn't have time to respond before Josie's gaze drifted toward the bar. A woman sat alone, nursing a drink, her fingers idly tracing the rim of the glass.
She had dark, wavy hair that cascaded over her shoulder, and even from a distance, Josie could see the way the soft lighting caught the sharp angles of her face.

Something about her was captivating.

Josie didn't take her eyes off the woman at the bar as she spoke. "What about her? She seems like a nice person."

Lizzie sighed dramatically. "I'm not looking for a nice person. I'm looking for someone who's rich. Someone who drives a nice car. I mean, like a Porsche." She glanced at the woman dismissively. "Yeah, that one over there looks like she drives a Volkswagen."

As if she had heard every word, the woman turned her head and met their gaze.
Slowly, she slid off her barstool and started walking toward them.

Lizzie's eyes widened slightly, and she leaned in to whisper to Josie, "And now she's coming over here. Great."

The woman now stood beside them, shifting slightly before clearing her throat. "Hi, umm. Sorry to bother you. My name's Hope, and I just wanted to know—"

Lizzie didn't let her finish. "Not interested."

Hope blinked, taken aback, but quickly recovered. "Well, actually, I was trying to talk to your friend here." She glanced at Josie with a small, hopeful smile. "I'd love to have a drink with you at the bar if that's okay with you."

Josie smiled, about to respond, but Lizzie cut in again. "Didn't we just tell you that we're not interested? Besides, we don't drink from the bar. VIP bottle service only. So get lost, loser."

Hope's expression faltered, but she simply nodded. "Okay. Sorry to bother you." She turned to leave.

"Hey, wait," Josie called after her.

Hope stopped and turned around, her brows raised slightly.

Josie took a step forward, ignoring Lizzie's disapproving sigh. "I was going to say—actually, I'd love to have a drink with you."

Hope's lips parted in surprise before a slow smile spread across her face. "Yeah?"

Josie nodded. "Yeah."

Hope grinned. "Great."

Josie returned her smile. "I'll meet you at the bar."

Hope nodded, still smiling. "Okay. Yeah. See you there."

As she walked away, Josie could feel Lizzie's stare burning into her.

Josie watched as Hope walked back to the bar, her posture relaxed but expectant. Just as she was about to follow, Lizzie grabbed her arm.

"What are you doing?" Lizzie hissed. "She clearly doesn't have any money."

Josie sighed, pulling her arm free.
"But she looks like a nice woman. And that's all I care about. Besides, you should never judge a book by its cover."

Lizzie groaned, shaking her head. "See, this is exactly why you're going to end up with a broke dude. I wouldn't be surprised if she made you pay for your own drinks."

Before Josie could respond, a man suddenly appeared beside Lizzie, flashing a confident smile. "How you doin', beautiful?"

Lizzie's demeanor changed in an instant, her expression lighting up as she turned to him.
"Oh, I'm better now. What's your name?"

The man smirked. "Well, I'm Sebastian, but you can call me whatever you like."

Lizzie grinned. "I like the sound of that."

Sebastian leaned in slightly, his voice smooth. "Well, listen, I just ordered a bottle of champagne in VIP. You should come join."

Lizzie's eyes sparkled at the word. "VIP?"

Sebastian nodded. "VIP."

Lizzie barely hesitated. "Oh, yeah. Just give me one second."

Sebastian smirked. "I'll be in VIP." Then, with a final glance, he walked off toward the roped-off section of the club.

Lizzie turned back to Josie, her expression smug. "Next time, take my advice, and you won't have to end up with a broke woman." She tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Have fun at the bar with Broke Hope." And with that, she strutted off toward the VIP section.

Josie exhaled, shaking her head. She had long since given up trying to change Lizzie's mind about things like this.

Instead, she made her way to the bar, where Hope was already waiting, her eyes lighting up as Josie approached.

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