Misty
"Why aren't you dressed? Aren't we going to the club?" I asked, sauntering from the bathroom in my long velvet halter-neck dress. I was wearing matching black velvet heels with it, a glimmering silver choker and my long hair was styled down to the side.
Michael whistled through his fingers when he turned and saw me in the doorway, making me blush
"You look.. wow."
"You gonna sit there gawping or are you gonna get into one of those suits of yours, stud?"
I laughed, taking a step into the cold room.
"Yes ma'am, just don't tell my girlfriend I did this," He walked up to me and kissed my lips, making my red-lip travel to his. He parted with a wink, and disappeared into the bedroom.
I still had a stupid smile on my face when he returned, this time wearing a black and white pinstripe suit, fit with a grey band on his bicep and a pistol in his waistline.
A weapon was mandatory now, I didn't question it anymore.
I attempted to re-create the whistle, but failed. I managed to recreate the kiss though, "Don't tell my boyfriend," I chuckled, as I grabbed his hand and led us both to the front door.
We were halfway out when Michael ran back into the house, and re-appeared with his black fedora.
"Of course, you can't forget the hat, can you?"
"Nope, and you know it. Let's go now, I'm real excited."
He held my hand and we walked into the oddly open elevator. It seemed to be taking forever today, though.
"I didn't think you'd want to go out, after earlier. I'm glad though, it'll take your mind off of.. things." Michael said, his hands resting on both of my hips.
We stepped out onto the street, the cold autumnally air hitting my face instantly.
Hand in hand we walked smartly to the club, for the first time since we saved that girl.
I smiled as we approached the familiar building and green door, and I looked over at Michael who had the same grin. He squeezed my hand as we walked through the door; this was where it'd all began
I scanned the club for some familiar faces, and was stunned when I saw a light-brown skinned girl with long curly hair and freckles.
Though she wasn't in a skimpy dress and stockings, she was wearing a long navy blue dress down to her ankles, with navy heels to match.
I nudged Michael, "Is- is that Neveah?"
She noticed us too, and I could see she couldn't tell whether to run and hide or approach us.
"By the way she's acting, I believe so."
She excused herself from the group she was with and began approaching us, making Michael shift uncomfortably on the spot.
She got nearer and I smiled, a friendly smile to show that she was welcome.
"M-misty, right?" She said, hesitating to hold out her hand, although we'd met before.
"Yeah, that's me. And him," I nodded my head towards Michael and shook her hand.
She turned to Michael, who's eyes were looking somewhere near the bar.
I shook his hand to get his attention.
"Oh, hello again Neveah. I'm, uhm- Jackson, glad to formally introduce myself, as last time I could tell you were afraid of me."
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