It was a lovely Saturday night; perfect weather and perfect plans for a perfect summer night: We were going out with the group and the destination was the bar/disco where the regular Saturday night party was at β nothing could get in our way...
You do know what the deal is with these kinds of parties, don't you: finding the perfect... dress! It's like there's a rule for people who are headed to a party: you just have to look sexy and tempting. Not that you'll find anybody complaining, but it is a lot of work, equally for everybody. Guys have to make sure they smell fine and that their belts will hold onto the low-cut jeans under any circumstances; whereas girls struggle to dress up sexily, without actually revealing everything. Besides these, there's always the typical "match the accessories" problem. Tough, tough work, but once you're done, it's only a downhill from there and you're ready to rock and be rocked.
I was almost done, when my lovely friend barged in, wondering if she looked "presentable". She had exaggerated her make-up, as usual, to look older (a nasty little habit from old times) and overdone it, but you don't say these kinds of things to your best friend, so I told her she was charming. She wore a black halter top and a bright pink skirt, underneath high-heeled black sandals. She did look charming, but the look I wanted to go for was seductive, without looking like a complete slut. So I borrowed a black little top from her (that left very little to imagination) and stepped into my mini jean skirt. Completing the look with kitten heels, I passed onto the make-up stage. Normally I have to choose between my eyes and lips to emphasize and have a hard time with it; since it was a party we were going to, I went for both: dark eye pencil, bronze blusher, a dab of color on the lips and gloss over it... my work was finished quickly and we headed out.
The meeting place was the little cafΓ© in the square. When we arrived, we saw we were the last ones to come. Having completed the group, we decided not to waste any more time, took our seats in the cars and drove.
As the place was nearby, the ride didn't last long. We stepped directly inside and sat at our reserved table (it's not easy to find a table for 10 people, especially on party nights). The group consisted of 3 girls and 7 guys, but we all were regulars at the club, so other friends also joined us throughout the night.
It's usually the habit to have the drinks right after arrival and that night was no exception. We all had a bit more than our share to loosen up and get rid of "inhibitions". My fourth vodka rocks didn't even burn my throat anymore β I was that immune to alcohol by then.
As we drank, I looked around a bit, checking in case there was a hidden potential somewhere, but no such luck! Actually, the hot dish himself was sitting right next to me, so I don't know why I even bothered.