in which Brian, try as he might, can't stop himself from emotionally tying himself to women he meets on tour--he knows it's wrong but can't seem to stop himself
in which Katie, an unintentional groupie, becomes hopelessly entangled in the life of a...
"Do you think I should be going for a more casual look, so it doesn't seem like I'm trying too hard? Or should I just go all out?" Katie shrugged her shoulder in an attempt to prop her phone up against her ear. In front of her, every article of clothing she owned lay in a jumbled heap. She groaned.
"You should definitely dress better than I am––I'm just gonna wear some slacks and a nice top. You still have that miniskirt you bought in Boston, right?" Stacy's level-headed, reasonably voice reassured Katie somewhat. At least someone knew what the hell she was doing.
Pulling the cord with her as she moved, Katie knelt down to rummage through her clothes. She spotted the black fabric of the skirt in question. "Yeah––it's right here. You think that will work? What would I wear with it?"
"Hmm. Do you have any nice long-sleeved blouses? Preferably one with buttons to undo." Her teasing laugh echoed through the receiver.
Katie rolled her eyes, grinning. "I'm not necessarily planning on seducing him, okay? But yes, I think I have a blouse like that."
"Alright, okay, whatever you say––just know that I don't believe you. Now go try them on! We're running out of time."
Balancing her phone carefully on her nightstand, Katie pulled the skirt and a silky white blouse out of pile. Quickly shirking herself of her work clothes, she tuggest the tight skirt up over her modestly-sized hips. The mirror hanging on her wall was only a few feet long, so she had to bring a small stool into her bedroom in order to get a good look at herself. She had to admit, the skirt looked good––definitely tight, definitely shorter than she was accustomed to, but it somehow managed to accentuate the slight curves she did have. The front was adorned with a line of mother-of-pearl buttons right down the middle, giving it a subtle fashionable twist. Satisfied with the skirt, she pulled the blouse over her head. Its material was light, but not so light that it was see-through. The sleeves draped slightly but came to a tighter finish at her wrists. She tucked the hem into her skirt––as much as it allowed––and fluffed it out until it sat the way she wanted. As she turned to examine herself from all sides, buds of confidence began blossoming in her chest. It wasn't the most obvious "look at me" outfit, but she was surprised at how good she looked.
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Remembering that Stacy was waiting for her assessment, she dove for her phone. "Stace? You still there?"
"Yes I'm still here, was I right? Do you like it? Can we get going?" her friend responded with gentle impatience.
"Yeah, you were right. I love it!" Katie glanced down at the clock sitting on her nightstand. The hands read half past six. Shit.
"Good, finally! I'll be at your place in ten to pick you up. Be ready please."
