"Absolutely not! It's not worth the risk. Knowing you, the night would end with you banging some random married guy. But the gala isn't for banging dudes but for selling my art. Art that pays our rent! Rent that I can barely afford because someone just had to have a claw foot tub" Seph felt the vein in her forehead start to pop.
"Don't get pissy with me just because you don't have a date! It's not my fault that you're too good for every decent guy you come across!" A hard glint reached Sera's eyes as she stared down at Seph.
"Decent? If I could find anyone decent in this town I wouldn't be in this mess. Is it too much to ask for a man who isn't texting five other girls while you're at dinner?" Jerry the womanizer. "Or maybe it's decent to dig for nose gold as your reading the Sunday times on your girlfriend's couch?" Steve the man who would eat anything. "Oh and don't forget the decent ones who try to feel up my sister!" Tom, Dan, Oliver, and Kent.
Taking a few deep breaths she tried a different approach, "Sera why don't we go out tonight and you can help me find a date? I'll even let you pick where we go."
"Alright, fine. I won't be your plus one," Sera adopted a small pout, "Since you're looking for a date to a gala," she sarcastically stressed the word gala, "you're going to need a date to fit. Club Category has plenty in the gorgeous and deep wallet department! Let's try them out!" A happy "squee" escaped Sera's lips.
"Okay." Seph glanced at the clock on her phone. "We'll lock up at six and head out there at about nine. Sound good?" Sera nodded in excited acceptance.
Seph breathed a heavy sigh relieved to have her mood back to a manageable level. Tonight she had a lot of work to do. It's no easy task to find a date that looked and acted the part of a gentleman. And make no mistake, a gentleman is exactly the kind of man needed for a gala.
In Seph's experience dating amounts to one thing you either are the hunter or the hunted. In college she realized she could be the lion or the lamb and decided she would never be a lamb again. As a huntress Seph needed to lay the bait. Equipped with her battle gear she was ready to take on Category dressed in her shortest black dress and fiercest Manolo Blahniks.
At a meager five foot two inches she needed every advantage her heels could offer. Seph would kill for her sister's height and thin waist line but she learned to settle for a high heel obsession and a long term relationship with her spare tire of a waist. If there was one feature Seph prided herself in it was her waist long silky chestnut hair. Having a button nose, almond shaped blue eyes, pearly white straight teeth, and a heart shaped face certainly didn't hurt her odds in catching a handsome man's eye but her hair was by far her winning feature.
"Hey Sepphy are you ready yet?" How Sera could make her voice sound angelic and irritating at the same time was a constant mystery to Seph. No one else found Sera irritating which meant the world is full of blind idiots. Sera peeked her head into Seph's room giving her a quick flick of her eyes to gauge if her big sister was acceptable for the public eye. "You look smashing doll! No one will be able to resist you tonight!" Seph took in her baby sister's crimson dress with a deep v-neckline and began to wonder if anyone would notice her next to Sera. With a sigh of resignation, "Okay let's get this over with Sera."
