Fairly Normal People

-Chapter Six-

With a nervous excitement, Andy and Lucy quickly closed up shop at the end of the day, made their way back to Andy's apartment and made sure to brush past anyone who would attempt to drag them into a conversation.

"Murph." Andy said as he nodded to his shop's neighbour.

"Andy... Who's this?" Murph asked but Andy and Lucy's pace did not falter.

"No time Murph, talk later." Andy hurriedly said.

"Oh alright. Another time then." Murph mumbled, his voice quietening given the growing distance between them.

They burst through the apartment building's front door and their brisk walk sped them towards the stairwell.

"Oh who is this little whippersnappe-" An older lady said as she moved to greet Lucy, who had been the one to cut her off.

"Lucy! Sorry, no time!" Lucy said as she dodged her grip and sped past her.

They made sure to not burst through the stairwell door but then continued their pace on the other side.

"Andrew." Tim said from underneath the stairs.

"Tim." Andy said, his haste never paused.

"No time!" Lucy called out in an echoing shout.

Tim let out an annoyed groan in response as they exited the stairwell onto the top floor. The hall was empty and they burst into Andy's apartment, slamming the door closed behind them. They stood inside the apartment and exchanged thrilled expressions as they breathed heavily and tried to calm down. Andy was bent over to catch his breath and clutched at his tense lower back as he stood up.

"What do we do?!" Lucy screamed with an inside voice.

"First we need to calm down. We can't go into this all gung-ho and expect to pull it off one hundred percent." Andy said. "And then we need to find black clothes."

Lucy bolted into the bedroom and began rummaging through the box of old clothes while Andy slowly made his way to his chest of drawers and got out his old vigilante gear. A slightly tattered black shirt, black cargo pants, old steel-capped black boots and an oversized black beanie that snugly fit his huge head. He emerged from the bathroom in his gear and stood with an old forgotten confidence that filled his bones with an old righteous energy. Last time he wore them he had done something he wasn't necessarily proud of but that did little to damage how good he felt wearing them again. The bedroom door slowly swung open with the pace of anticipation and Lucy stepped into frame wearing a tight, low-cut black dress that flowed to her feet, the line down the side of the skirt showing far too much leg. The dress itself looked uncomfortably tight but nonetheless accentuated her womanly curves in an equally uncomfortable fashion for Andy, given her age. Her long black hair draped over one side of her face and she held herself against the frame in a mockingly sultry pose and she ran the fingers of one hand through her hair and the other down over her body.

"That can't be the only black you found in there." Andy said sternly.

"Do you like it?" Lucy said as she bounced in place. "I feel so femme fatale!"

"We're going on a stealth mission, not to a ballroom dance, Lucy." Andy said his tone as hard as stone, she pouted annoyedly in response.

"Well too bad. It actually was the only black thing in the box. And at least my shoes are black too." Lucy pouted, her black converse shoes poked out contrastingly out from under her dress. "Plus it's free flowing so it's easy to move around in and I'll put my bra back on."

Andy's mind absently drifted to his memories of Janice and her long flowing and colourful sun dresses she loved to wear. She was indeed a woman of colour. When he actually thought about it it really didn't surprise him that all she would have in black is a dress for going out on the town. His mind flickered to memories where they had taken to the town in their finest and gone to expensive restaurants. She was a woman of fine enough taste to appreciate a night out and a woman of warm enough heart to equally enjoy a night in, though the latter grew far more frequent in the years since they started dating. Andy suddenly snapped back to reality and his gaze ran over Lucy and he realised that she was indeed not wearing a bra and two small protrusions stuck out from where her perky breasts filled the dress.