Altogether unusual

Sticks and stones...

'Sometimes a villain is just a princess who has not been rescued'

Eve and I have been preparing ourselves for my big night-out for hours. Flesh and bones, the band for which I have made the album cover, has the concert tonight. I opted for a leather snug skirt for Eve. I also picked black tights with skulls on them and a crimson blouse with metal round applications on the short sleeves and collar. For tonight she used a wash-off tinge, bright red and black, which she applied in strands. Her eyelids are strongly painted in black. She looks good, different. Signature reaction for Eve, she jumps around, happy with her look. I couldn't convince her to wear something other than high heeled boots. I chose a black leather dress. It is tight against my body, but not excesively short. I paired it with simple black stockings, knee length army boots and tens of silver bracelets.

"So, we're taking the ladies out?" Eve asks motioning towards my breasts, which are showing nicely from the dress.

"Hell yeah, I throw everything in tonight!"

"You should do it more often. They need to breathe you know." As she says that she tugs on my bra straps, shrinking them a bit. My boobs bounce up a little.

"Get your baps out, love!" I smile at her and ignore the tug in my stomach. I learned that word from Jonathan. "I think David deserves some of that action right there!" Eve points out to my breasts and pocks one of them playfully. I feel a stupid smile creeping on my face. I like David.

"I agree with you darling, he will see a dolled up Clarisse tonight" I reply and turn to the mirror. I contoured my eyes with dark eye-liner, pulling the line just a little towards the end, to create de cat eye. I chose a dark red lipstick. I look positively fine, in my line of taste.

As soon as we are ready, we leave the premises. Eve wants us to ride my bike, so we have to hear an eternity long speech from my parents. "Don't drink Clarisse! Don't smoke! Don't take drinks from strangers! Don't talk to strangers! Watch over Eve with your life! Why isn't Jonathan here to escort you girls? Come back at a decent hour! BE CAREFUL!"

I know they are scared. I mean, seriously, some of those people can be dangerous. But that applies to a lot of people. I once got robbed on the street, in the middle of the day, in the centre of Sydney, by a blond, blue eyed guy. I swear he looked delicious! Not a delinquent sign on his face. Ha, ha! The joke was on me. 

So we finally get on my motorbike, jackets on, helmets on, everything in order.

When we get there, a band is already playing. I look around searching for the meeting spot with Flesh and Bones. I see them on a couch in the far end of the club. Eve and I buy a bottle of water each, and we go to the guys. We make the presentations officially, though, while I was doing their artwork, we saw each other on Skype more than once. We talk for some time, exchanging experiences and stories, until they have to go to check the last sound inputs.

As Eve and I go back in the crowd, a pair of long hands circle my waist.

"Here's my hot date!" He says and kisses my naked shoulder.

"Hi David!" Eve chirps wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I spin in his arms and he kisses me passionately. When he lets me catch my breath I look at him. Dear Lord! What is it with British guys and blue eyes? Seriously? He has a dark shade of blue, sun kissed skin and long dark hair. Not to mention 6'2 of height. He has black jeans and a sleeveless shirt showing some nicely formed arms. He is on the skinny side, but he still looks good. And he treats me like I am the most important person. We set ourselves in a line, David with an arm around me, and Eve on my right. We listen to the new band on the stage. I am not familiar with them, but they sound really well.