She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic

She's A Bad-Ass Rock Chic. Part 6.

‘Hey Dyl, you know who it is. Some of us are going to the pub tonight at about seven and then maybe somewhere else afterwards please come, you wouldn’t want to leave me on my own would you, I’ll meet you down there and I’ve left some clothes on your bed for you to wear, see you later – it’s Harper by the way.’

I rolled my eyes at Harpers obvious statement at the bottom of her note. You can tell that it’s her writing from anywhere, the fact that she writes so big that the letters barely fit on the A4 piece of paper, or how she always draws little hearts above her ‘i’s’ and not to mention that there is only me and her who lives in this apartment and I definitely didn’t write that note myself. Yeah, it’s not obvious at all.

Anyway I’ve just got in the apartment after, yet again, another dance class, and found Harper’s note taped onto the refrigerator door. I looked at the kitchen clock to see that it was quarter to seven meaning that I have about ten minutes to get ready and have a shower which leaves five minutes to walk to the pub - my bike has totally died now and I have no clue why so there is no other option but to walk unless I waste my money on a two minute pointless taxi ride.

For once I will not be late; well that’s the plan anyway. Rushing to the bathroom I grabbed a towel, stripped off and did all that was necessary. 

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Looking at myself in the mirror I mentally made a note to congratulate Harper for not picking something that Barbie would wear but instead something that I would actually pick myself… at least maybe. The dress that she had picked was black with little flowers designed on it; the dress went just above my knees and hugged my figure nicely. It also had a thin cherry red belt around the waist and was paired with similar coloured pumps. I had put on a dark blue denim waistcoat to add a more edgy look. I neatly put on the red lipstick Harper had left for me and a single outline of black eyeliner around my eyes. I ran my hands through my hair letting it air dry into its natural waves and chucked my make-up bag, phone and money in a small black bag.

I had about two minutes till it turned seven so I leisurely strolled out the apartment locking the door behind me knowing that I’m not going to be at the pub on time anyway. It took just less than five minutes to get to the local pub so I plugged my earphones in my old, cracked i-pod touch that has always been with me when I needed it and I loved it too much to get a new one. I shoved the ear buds in my ears, of course – I’m not going to plug it in my belly button although that would be a pretty cool place to have as a third ear – I strolled down the street swaying to the music and singing lightly, probably looking like a freak at the same time but I couldn’t care less, and soon enough I was at the entrance to the local old pub called the ‘Little Lion Man’. Even though a few of the letters from the pubs name at the top of the door was missing and one of the windows were smashed and was covered with cardboard it was in a fair good condition seeing as if it had been built about thirty years ago. It used to be quite popular until a new modern pub was built down the road from here and took most of the pub’s business. I, myself have never even given a second glance at the newly built pub this one has got to much sentimental value that I could never forget about, especially for an over-expensive pub. Yeah, I know I have strong, also weird, morals.

I walked the last few steps up to the pub pulled the door open which made a cute little bell sound that is one of the many reasons why I love this pub.

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Noah:

Cheering erupted from our team as the final whistle was blown. Everyone gathered up in the middle of the pitch, our team on the right the others on the left. There were only four people on each team because most of the lads who normally come are apparently still recovering from a hangover after last night’s party. We’re not a real football team it’s just a bunch of us lads who know each other and all play a game of football one day a week and this week someone stupidly decided to pick the Saturday after Harry’s party, I know dumb right.