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Been sick lately. Finally wrote a bit more to what Lou and I are writing. Nothing much else to say except that I am SO GLAD it's the weekend and Bella is off school. I hate getting up early to take her to the bus stop when it's cold out. Ugh.
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Stephanie was irritated. She had been sorting through her "party clothes" for a good thirty five minutes now, and nothing had inspired her to create a costume yet. Nothing seemed to jump out at her and scream that it was perfect! The black Lolita dress was too tight in the shoulders and frankly, was too depressing. The red leotard held her interest for a second, but then she thought about the amount of alcohol she would be consuming later in the night, and decided that it would be too hard to get off when she had to pee and was drunk as a skunk. She picked up a pair of green and blue striped leg warmers and threw them behind her shoulder.
"Hey!"
Spinning around, Stephanie noticed a tall dark-haired man standing in her bedroom doorway, one leg warmer across his broad shoulder. She rolled her eyes as he tossed it to the floor.
"Oh, hi Randy."
"What's up, cupcake?" Randy grinned and gestured behind him. "I brought all the alcohol. Where do you want the keg?"
Alcohol? The man was speaking her language. She stood up and dusted off her pants.
"Kitchen is fine, I guess."
"No can do. Lou has taken it over with cupcakes and dips."
"Oh."
"I'll just have Dave put it in the corner by the t.v." He paused and ran his eyes over the pile of clothes on the floor and bed. He smirked. "Tornado run through here?"
"Shut up. I'm trying to find something to wear. Wait...did you say Dave?"
"Yeah, why?"
Stephanie tried to suppress the happy giggle that threatened to burst through as she thought of Randy's older, finely built friend. Just one thought of his giant muscles and gorgeous tattoos sent her head spinning...in a good way. But there was no way she was going to let Randy Orton know that she was infatuated with his friend. She shrugged and turned back to her clothes. She picked up an electric blue zebra print mini skirt and examined it closely before responding.
"No reason."
Randy let out a short laugh.
"Yeah, whatever." He turned away. "Oh and go total 80's tonight. You'll look hot."
I really hate him, Stephanie thought, Fucking ass.
However, she reconsidered the skirt in her hands as he walked away.
*****
"No! No way! I am NOT wearing that!"
Stephanie held up the red leotard and shook it in Lou's face.
"Come on, Lou!" she whined, "We're going total 80's and you have to wear this! My boobs are too big for it!"
"No!"
"Looouuu! Please?! You have to match with me!"
"I'll look horrible in it!"
Stephanie huffed and looked away as she tried to think up a way to trick her friend into matching costumes. What was something to would convince Lou to do something even if she didn't want to do it?
"Well," she tried to sound as casual as possible and tossed the garment to her bed, "I only thought you would want to impress my brother tonight. Adam loves the 80's. But, if you have a better costume--"
"Adam likes the 80's?"
"It's like his favorite time ever. I mean, he thinks Hollywood should remake The Breakfast Club and he should be the lead." Stephanie grabbed a grey sweatshirt off the floor. "Have you seen my scissors?"
Lou grabbed the leotard off the bed and shook it out. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. She could run to her place and get her old jean jacket to wear over it. And maybe Steph's old leg warmers. Thinking about it, it had to be better than anything else her best friend could have thought out for her to wear. She thought back to the time she had been tricked into wearing a long see-through dress to their Fall Formal in college and giggled. Anything was better than that dress.
"Scissors are in the kitchen." Lou threw the leotard over her shoulder and turned away. "I'm going to grab my jean jacket from home to wear with this Stephy, and I'll be back in a bit. Don't do anything crazy without me!"
"Who me?"
"Yes, you!"
*****
"So what's your costume, Orton?"
Randy grinned at Stephanie's brother as he opened the door for Dave to bring in the keg. He pulled out a small black bow-tie from his front jean pocket.
"That's it?" Adam asked.
"Yup."
"What are you...a waiter?"
"Better."
"Randy, where am I putting this thing?" Dave asked, muscles bulging as he carried the large steel keg into the apartment.
"Corner." Randy pointed before turning back to Adam. "I'm going to be a stripper."
There was silence.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Your sister is going to love it, man." He smirked as he tucked the tie back into his pocket. "Make sure you turn the radio on tonight because I plan on seducing that babe."
"Gross!"
"As stimulating as this conversation is," Dave interrupted, "Would anyone want to help the only person doing some work and bring up the rest of the booze?"
Adam threw a disgusted look at the man grinning at him and turned to the door with Dave.
"I'm there, man. Anything to get away from this disgusting freak."
*****
*****
Stephanie was irritated. She had been sorting through her "party clothes" for a good thirty five minutes now, and nothing had inspired her to create a costume yet. Nothing seemed to jump out at her and scream that it was perfect! The black Lolita dress was too tight in the shoulders and frankly, was too depressing. The red leotard held her interest for a second, but then she thought about the amount of alcohol she would be consuming later in the night, and decided that it would be too hard to get off when she had to pee and was drunk as a skunk. She picked up a pair of green and blue striped leg warmers and threw them behind her shoulder.
"Hey!"
Spinning around, Stephanie noticed a tall dark-haired man standing in her bedroom doorway, one leg warmer across his broad shoulder. She rolled her eyes as he tossed it to the floor.
"Oh, hi Randy."
"What's up, cupcake?" Randy grinned and gestured behind him. "I brought all the alcohol. Where do you want the keg?"
Alcohol? The man was speaking her language. She stood up and dusted off her pants.
"Kitchen is fine, I guess."
"No can do. Lou has taken it over with cupcakes and dips."
"Oh."
"I'll just have Dave put it in the corner by the t.v." He paused and ran his eyes over the pile of clothes on the floor and bed. He smirked. "Tornado run through here?"
"Shut up. I'm trying to find something to wear. Wait...did you say Dave?"
"Yeah, why?"
Stephanie tried to suppress the happy giggle that threatened to burst through as she thought of Randy's older, finely built friend. Just one thought of his giant muscles and gorgeous tattoos sent her head spinning...in a good way. But there was no way she was going to let Randy Orton know that she was infatuated with his friend. She shrugged and turned back to her clothes. She picked up an electric blue zebra print mini skirt and examined it closely before responding.
"No reason."
Randy let out a short laugh.
"Yeah, whatever." He turned away. "Oh and go total 80's tonight. You'll look hot."
I really hate him, Stephanie thought, Fucking ass.
However, she reconsidered the skirt in her hands as he walked away.
*****
"No! No way! I am NOT wearing that!"
Stephanie held up the red leotard and shook it in Lou's face.
"Come on, Lou!" she whined, "We're going total 80's and you have to wear this! My boobs are too big for it!"
"No!"
"Looouuu! Please?! You have to match with me!"
"I'll look horrible in it!"
Stephanie huffed and looked away as she tried to think up a way to trick her friend into matching costumes. What was something to would convince Lou to do something even if she didn't want to do it?
"Well," she tried to sound as casual as possible and tossed the garment to her bed, "I only thought you would want to impress my brother tonight. Adam loves the 80's. But, if you have a better costume--"
"Adam likes the 80's?"
"It's like his favorite time ever. I mean, he thinks Hollywood should remake The Breakfast Club and he should be the lead." Stephanie grabbed a grey sweatshirt off the floor. "Have you seen my scissors?"
Lou grabbed the leotard off the bed and shook it out. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. She could run to her place and get her old jean jacket to wear over it. And maybe Steph's old leg warmers. Thinking about it, it had to be better than anything else her best friend could have thought out for her to wear. She thought back to the time she had been tricked into wearing a long see-through dress to their Fall Formal in college and giggled. Anything was better than that dress.
"Scissors are in the kitchen." Lou threw the leotard over her shoulder and turned away. "I'm going to grab my jean jacket from home to wear with this Stephy, and I'll be back in a bit. Don't do anything crazy without me!"
"Who me?"
"Yes, you!"
*****
"So what's your costume, Orton?"
Randy grinned at Stephanie's brother as he opened the door for Dave to bring in the keg. He pulled out a small black bow-tie from his front jean pocket.
"That's it?" Adam asked.
"Yup."
"What are you...a waiter?"
"Better."
"Randy, where am I putting this thing?" Dave asked, muscles bulging as he carried the large steel keg into the apartment.
"Corner." Randy pointed before turning back to Adam. "I'm going to be a stripper."
There was silence.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. Your sister is going to love it, man." He smirked as he tucked the tie back into his pocket. "Make sure you turn the radio on tonight because I plan on seducing that babe."
"Gross!"
"As stimulating as this conversation is," Dave interrupted, "Would anyone want to help the only person doing some work and bring up the rest of the booze?"
Adam threw a disgusted look at the man grinning at him and turned to the door with Dave.
"I'm there, man. Anything to get away from this disgusting freak."
*****