She rushed back into my closet, probably to get heels to pair with the outfit.
I was right because she returned with silver strappy heels on her feet.
“Hurry up,” she whined as she flopped on the bed, “We’re going to be late.”
“I’m almost done, don’t rush me.”
“If you would have done your makeup first; we wouldn’t be late.”
“That’s a lie and you know it.”
Olivia and I couldn’t be anymore different while dressing up. I preferred to get dressed first then do my makeup, but Olivia does her makeup first before getting dressed.
I tried her way once, and I got a huge foundation stain on my dress. I have no idea how she always manages to pull clothes over her head and face without getting a single stain on it. If you ask me, it’s an awesome superpower.
I felt bad about not being able to use her style and I got her to try my way. Somehow, she managed to pour liquid liner all over her dress; it was pure white.
I put the finishing touches on my lip gloss and put the tube down. “I’m done now; you can relax.”
I stood beside her and took a mirror selfie for my feed. As I posted it, I couldn’t help but marvel at how different we looked.
Her in all white, silver heels with minimal makeup, and me in a black corset top with black leather pants and a matching leather jacket, black boot heels and glossy lips.
“We look good,” she mused, “Me as an angel and you as a-”
“Don’t even think about it.”
My reaction caused her to laugh.
“We are going to have so much fun that you won’t even remember what’s his face.”
“I didn’t call you because of him.”
She looked surprised by that, “I just thought-”
“It’s been a week Liv, I’m way over it.”
She looked like she didn’t believe me but chose not to comment on it. Instead she cleared her throat and changed the subject.
“Do you have a purse that will go with this dress?”
“I have a bunch of white clutches in the top left drawer at the back.”
“Let’s call an uber before we’re late.”
I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off, “Before you even say anything; I plan to get you drunk as hell.”
“I have a meeting tomorrow.”
“Tipsy then, but you’re drinking.” Her tone left no room for discussion so I sighed and nodded. She squealed and clapped her hands in glee, “Itis going to be so much fun.”
Euphoria was a huge night club downtown and one of Olivia’s favorite place to unwind after a long week so by extension, it had become mine as well.
The outside was all white marble with tinted glass lining every inch of the building, there was a huge neon purple sign hanging above the front door that spelled out the name in perfect cursive.
The club was soundproof, so you wouldn’t hear the ear shattering music until you walked in through the doors.
The inside was somehow even better, with the same neon purple lights flashing at every corner, clean tables and chairs lined up everywhere, and a centre stage with two cages suspended over it.
