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Present Day
“You ready yet, Pen?” Clancy calls over the music playing in the ladies’ room.
I’ve just finished my shift at Rocks and am changing into something more appropriate to wear to the Pink Albatross before we head over there. My feet still hurt like a bitch, but the painkillers combined with two shots of vodka have helped to numb the pain enough for me to get through the rest of the evening. Unlocking the cubicle door, I step up to the mirror and dump my bag on the counter, thankful for my heeled, Doc Martin style, ankle boots. Clancy tried to offer up a pair of ridiculously uncomfortable heels like the one she’s wearing. These boots were my compromise.
“Whoa, Pen, you look fucking hot!” Clancy exclaims. Her cheeks are flush from too much alcohol, but she looks pretty damn awesome herself. I look at her in the mirror, at the dark streak of kohl eyeliner bringing out the pretty colour of her eyes. Her lips are a bright red, perfectly off-setting her emerald, boob tube dress. She, of course, is wearing stilettos as red as her lipstick. How she’s going to dance in those monstrosities is beyond me.
“Cheers, you don’t look too bad yourself. Dressing for anyone in particular?” I ask her, knowing full well that she’s on the pull tonight. Clancy is fun and flirty and goes after what she wants, not giving a shit about what anyone might think. I admire that. I’m not sure I’ll ever be free to hook up with a boy again, let alone love someone. It’s better all round that I don’t.
“Nope. Just for me.” She grins, rummaging around in her make-up. “Ah-ha! Here it is,” she exclaims, holding up what looks suspiciously like purple lipstick. She points to my face. “Can I?
“I don’t wear makeup.”
“You don’t need to either, but this lippy will look rockin’ with that outfit and a little bit of kohl liner will have those eyes poppin’ too. Those leather shorts look so much better on you than they ever did on me.”
“Rockin’andpoppin’…” I laugh. “You’re drunk.”
“I’m merry,” she protests. “And don’t change the subject.” She steps closer, armed with the purple lipstick as one of the regulars of Rocks, Desiree I think, steps into the toilet.
“Looking good, babe,” she says, giving me a once-over as she passes. “You know if you ever want to swing the other way…”
“Cheers,” I sing-song, biting down a laugh as she winks at me.
“See, fucking H.O.T!”
“Okay, okay, you’re right,” I concede.
This isn’t my usual choice of outfit, but fuck it, I kinda like the loose purple tank with my black lace bra peeping out from between the material, matched with Clancy’s leather shorts, fishnet tights and chunky heeled ankle boots, admittedly I look good. Besides, it’s not every day I get to go to the very exclusive Pink Albatross nightclub, and I may as well dress up for it. I’m not going there to pick up anyone. This is about me feeling good about myself for once, not about anything else.
“Can I?” Clancy grins, her eyes twinkling as she holds the lipstick aloft.
“Fine,” I agree, popping my mouth open slightly so she can run the lipstick over my lips. When she’s done I copy her as she presses her own lips together and makes a popping sound.
“Now close your eyes,” she orders.
A couple seconds later I can feel her soft breaths flutter against my face as she lines my eyes with black kohl, smudging it a little with her finger. Reaching up, she unties my hair, and drags her fingers through it until it looks a little dishevelled but in a sexy way. “Perfect! There you go, Little Miss Hottie.”
I look in the mirror and grin. “Not bad, not bad at all.” It’s the first time I’ve actually felt sexy. It’s a good feeling.
Clancy grabs her mobile and snaps a selfie of us, uploading it onto Instagram, then grabs my hand and drags me out of the toilet. “Let’s fucking do this!” she shouts over the din.
Twenty minutes later, we’re climbing out of the Uber cab and striding towards the entrance of the Pink Albatross. There’s a queue that wraps right around the building, but Clancy ignores it. “Follow my lead,” she says, jutting her chest out and plastering a sexy smile on her face. If I wasn’t straight, I’d totally sleep with her.
We sail past the queue and walk right up to the bouncer. Clancy gives him a megawatt smile and crooks her finger at his scowling face. He leans down and she cups her hand around his ear. When he pulls back, he nods, running his eyes over her sexy body then unhooks the rope and steps to one side.
“No charge for these ladies,” he says to the woman taking payment at the door. She waves us through with a roll of her eyes.
“Cloakroom is just further along. No coats allowed in the club,” she mutters, pointing down the corridor.
“Thanks!” Clancy grins, giggling behind her hand.
“What the fuck did you say to him?” I ask her as we move down the dimly lit corridor that’s lined on both sides with mirrors and head towards the throbbing sound of music. Pink fluorescent lights run along the tops of the walls in strips, casting us both in a pink glow.
“I just complimented his hair, that’s all…” she shrugs, winking.
“Clancy, he didn’t have any hair!”
