Skyline of concrete dreams- SwanQueen

Chapter 2

"Dammit, Rubs. I hate you!"

Ruby couldn't help but giggle, obviously there wasn't an ounce of hatred in Emma's tone.

"What did I do?" she feigns innocence while her eyes shine with mirth.

"Why did you have to introduce me to your bear claws?" she moans, her mouth still full with the soft sweet pastry.

"Do you have any idea the damage it will cause my wallet," Emma swallows the remains of the bear claw "And my figure, god! I'll be fat." She puts her greasy hands on her stomach and pats it reassuringly.

"You know I don't work out. You are a bad friend, Ruby Lucas." The blonde points at her accusingly, earning an amused chuckle from her companion.

Ruby lifts her hands in surrender "Calm down, Drama Queen. Like you have anything to worry about, you look like a fucking athlete."

"Ruby!" Granny calls from her spot near the kitchen entrance, her 'no bullshit face' plastered firmly in place.

"Perk up your ears and open your eyes. You need to start paying attention to the new patrons coming in. Don't make me come out here again."

Ruby smiles apologetically at Emma and rushes towards one of the recently filled booths, leaving her alone with her coffee.

It is late morning and the place is relatively empty, making it fairly easy for Emma to drift off in thought. She so doesn't want to go out that night. Every free night from work is a blessing; allowing her to just hang around the apartment in her underwear and watch crappy TV until she passes out on the couch. That is her definition of a good Friday night, not going out to bars reeking of booze and shoving off unwanted male attention. The only outcome from an evening out would be a severe damage to her wallet and a difficult shift the following morning.

"What are you thinking about?"

Ruby is back behind the counter, having taken an order from the new table.

"I just," she sighs, pinching her the bridge of her nose "Just keep in mind that I don't want to spend a lot of money tonight, you know I'm struggling with that, right?"

"Spend a lot of money? On what?"

Emma frowns "What do you mean 'on what'? We're going out tonight, aren't we?"

The waitress shoots her an incredulous look. "Entrance for women before eleven is free and the drinks will be bought for you."

The conversation was getting more and more confusing by the minute.

"Bought by whom?" she asks, genuinely puzzled.

"By guys, duh! That's what guys are for, silly." the brunette rolls her eyes, saying that as if it's the most obvious thing. "All you need to do is put on a dress and you won't have to pay for a thing."

"I..."

"You do own a dress, right?"

Silence.

"Right?"

The blonde just shrugs and Ruby's mouth forms into an 'o' shape.

"How is it even possible for a girl not to own a dre-" she huffs, rolling her eyes "Fine, I'll give you one of my dresses."

Emma snorts and shakes her head.

"No way, your clothes are so skimpy, I'm not going out wearing something like that."

Ruby feigns a hurt face, a hand placed over heart.

"Ouch! Besides, I'm so much taller than you, my dresses will practically reach your knees." she reasons.