Long Time, No See

IIIIIIII: I "Knight in Shining Benz"

Denise

My eyes languidly peruse my clothing for this evening in front of the mirror in front of my dressing table. Tonight is Carina's 'Super Happy Hour' get-away, and Ava and I are currently getting dressed in my apartment. For tonight I'm wearing a midi, black, dress with a very deep V-neck and side high slit in the skirt, paired with a long, gold chain necklace, large, gold stud earrings, and some tall, black, strappy gladiator point toe heels. Behind me, Ava stands methodically slicking my hair back from a left side parting into a low, chic bun.

"You know how much I hate using gel Denise! It's sticky, wet, and worst of all a pain to try and use on stubborn hair like yours!" She groans using a hard-bristle brush to try and slick down my left side some more, before applying some leave-in conditioner to the rest of my head and wrapping it in a black satin scarf to keep the hair in place whilst I do my face.

"But you do it anyway because you love me!" I chirp sending her a wide grin in the reflection of the mirror, that she dismisses by kissing her teeth and rolling her eyes.

I turn around and look for my make-up bag sitting in the middle of my bed. Behind me, Ava sits on the other side of my double bed facing towards the door looking down at her phone. Her kinky hair is loose mostly falling in soft curls down to her shoulders, like a black cascading waterfall; two plaits starting from the front crown the top of her head and follow down behind her until they meet where they are then plaited into one, giving off a regal elegance to her look. Thankfully, I also talked her into wearing something a bit more risqué tonight, picking for her another deep V-neck outfit for her to flaunt some of the assets she possesses. The bright and fiery orange color of her long-sleeved, tuxedo dress contrasts beautifully against her dark, umber skin. It stops very high atop her leg leaving her long, gazelle-like lower limbs on show, down to her blood orange colored open toe, ankle strap heels. She finished off her look with some gold hoop earrings and gave herself a natural glow rather than putting anything too heavy on make-up wise.

I like to think she gets her style from me...

She giggles, bringing my attention back to her. Having turned back towards the mirror, I watch her reflection instead of turning around to face her and ask her what's making her laugh, all the while beginning my beautification.

"Tate. He's still sulking over my outfit choice, he threatened to lock me in the house after seeing what you picked out for me" she chirps, laughing again when another notification pings on her phone. "He's so silly," she gushes, biting her lip whilst she types her response.

My face scrunches up in disgust at her behavior.

"Oh hell no! You keep your nasty texts and conversations to yourself, Ava Laurine Dubois! That's the last thing I want to hear right now." I shudder before focusing on my face again.

"Oh shut up! You're just mad because whilst you and Denver are still dancing 'round each other like shy high schoolers, my man is showering me with some well-needed attention." She gloats turning around to meet my eye in the mirror and give a smug smile.

I scoff indignantly at her words, feigning like I have no idea what's she's on about.

"Uh... No! I'm saying the last time you giggled like that over a text from Tate, Chris was born nine months later." I quip making us both laugh.

"But I will admit, the face Tate gave me when we left yours was hilarious!" I chuckle remembering the stank face he gave us by the door as we drove away. Ava joins in too after telling me he just threatened to bash the skulls in of anyone who suffered from "W.H.S." around the both of us.

The perks of being Tate's quote on quote little sister.

He's educated me heavily from his experiences as club security.
Especially on the threat of people cursed with "Wandering Hands Syndrome".