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"So what exactly do I wear to a bar filled with sweaty college kids?" I asked Veronica on the phone that I was holding between my shoulder and ear, sifting through my closet. It seemed that no matter how much clothes I bought, I never knew what to wear.
"Wear something casual. Like those jeans you got from that little booth in Kensington," she suggested. I hummed in agreement.
"Are Jimmy Choo's too much? Would I look awfully posh with those?" I bit my lip, starting to grow a little anxious. I didn't want John's band to think I was wealthy. Whenever people find out my financial status (or previous financial status now) they try too hard. Or sometimes they run for the hills cause I'm "snobby". Hence the reason I have very few close friends.
"Would you be Lacene if you didn't wear them?" Veronica laughed. I smiled and let out a small chuckle. There was a reason Veronica was one of my only friends. She understood me. She never judged me for my status, she treated me like a normal human being and judged me for my personality. She's so very down to earth, that's why I'm so glad she's in love with my "non-blood brother".
"Alright Ronnie, i have to start getting ready. I'll meet you there." I closed my closet door and made my way to the phone receiver on my nightstand.
"Bye love. Remember casual or you'll stick out like a sore thumb," she reminded me.
"Got it. Love ya."
"Love ya too."
Alright casual. Dress casual.
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The smell of sweat, smoke, and stale liquor hit me right when I walked in. I stepped carefully with my suede Jimmy Choo heels. I took off my coat, already starting to sweat, and hung it around my forearm. I scanned the crowd looking for Veronica. I finally spotted her at a table close to the stage, but far enough away from the hoard of people crowding the stage. She spotted me as I was walking and waved with a huge smile. I returned her gesture with fake enthusiasm. She looked me up and down with an approving look. I decided on a pair of simple, tight, flared jeans; a loose lace blouse, the sleeves reached to my elbows, and there was a button in the book in between my shoulder blades and the rest of the back was open; and of course my tan suede Jimmy Choo heels.
"Christ, this place is crowded!" I yelled over the chatter. I looked around the old fashioned bar once again. The basic wooden everything, with band posters adorning every wall, and filled to the brim with horny college students. Hell, including me and Veronica.
"I know right! John's band has been getting so popular! I'm so excited for them!" She yelled with a bright smile, gripping my hand and shaking it. I laughed and let her continue fondling my hand.
"What do they call themselves again?" I asked looking to the stage where there was some bar workers setting up equipment.
"Queen. Isn't it absolutely charming? Freddie made it up," Veronica answered. I hummed and furrowed my eyebrows.
