Love Drunk

Chapter 7

Shale

"How about this?" Olivia asks, holding up a baggy long sleeved black shirt.

I stare at her, blinking with my mouth open. Did she seriously think it was cute?

"See it's concealing in every aspect," she smirks at me, causing me to shake my head viciously.

"Ugh fine. Where did he say you were going?" she asks, placing the shirt back.

"He just said to dress casual..."

'Right, so the opposite. I'm thinking maybe sexy..."

"Olivia!"

"What?" she asks innocently.

"I'm going to dress casual, it shouldn't look like I'm trying too hard," I say, rolling my eyes.

"Sorry, it's been a while since I've done this sort of thing..."

"Olivia..." I start, a worried tone in my voice.

"Okay, so what about a simple but cute dress or something, but it has to be easy to get off..." she smiles mischievously.

"Olivia! Stop it!' I exclaim, chuckling.

She laughs but shuts up as she continues to dig through the racks, pulling out random hangers and placing them on her arm as she moves through. I watched her wile also going through the hangers. Olivia never really liked shopping, but it meant a lot that she's coming here with me.

"So about your job...is there a base around here you work at?" I ask, curious, but also worried I'm going to upset her.

"Yeah, it's just outside of the city. I have a week off before I have to go out there regularly. I'll just be doing some simple training and training others, scouting for more platoon troops," she shrugs, pulling out an adorable white and blue romper. "Okay, try all of this on," she orders, shoving the hangers into my arms and pushing me into the dressing room.

"What's the rush?" I ask, as we are closed into a changing room.

"I'm hungry..." she glares, causing me to chuckle, trying on the first thing.

It's just a pair of jeans and a simple floral halter top. I look to Olivia for confirmation.

"It's really cute, but not date worthy, get it anyway," she shrugs, handing me another outfit.

I sigh and try on the new one. It's a simple dress black dress with a halter-top that comes to mid thighs. The top of it is tight, but the skirt flows out. I look back at Olivia to fund her rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

"It's too sexy to be casual...I think. It's adorable, but not casual. How about this?" she asks, handing me the romper.

I nod and slide into it, smiling as I look at myself into the mirror. Olivia starts clapping her hands and nodding. It's a slight off white color with royal blue feathers patterned onto it until you get to the shorts then they turn into a cool border around the bottom of the shorts. It was adorable.

"That's the one...now can we go eat?" she asks hopefully, causing me to laugh.

"Yeah, let's go."

***

We drive back to our apartment in silence, Olivia in the driver's seat, some awful heavy metal song blasting in the car, which for some reason Olivia loves and sings along with.

I smile at her rocking out as she drives, flinging her dark hair every way and laughing as she makes a complete fool of herself. She was starting to go back into the old Olivia the longer she's here. Hopefully after a week or so, she'll forget about the horrors she had to face and she can stay here.