This is a fairly short story I wrote about two girls getting ready to go out on the town. Will admit there is a little more going on in this one than first appears, and you might catch some clues if you read it closely. There will be a microfiction follow up next week. Sorry that this one is late, but I now have next week up and ready to go as well so I should be good for a little. Nano is getting me. But at 36,000 words, so I guess it’s worth it!
“What do you think of this one?” She held up a yellow dress for her companion to see.
“I dunno, seems a little seventies to me, but that might be back in. I am kinda shit for fashion.” Daria replied honestly, more one for books that clubbing.
Cri seemed consider it a moment, before tossing it aside. “Ya, you’re right. Good news, that place over on 6th has a seventies night, I can wear it then. Hmmm, what about this one?” She asked.
“That looks great.” Daria replied not looking up. A shoe hit her upside the head and she yelped. “Jesus Cri, what the hell!”
“You weren’t looking Dari, and I need your help with my outfit.”
“You always look good.”
“I know, but I don’t want to just look good, I wanna look amazing, drop dead gorgeous, if you pardon the pun. And I need your help. Please Dari.” Cri started to pout, and Daria yielded.
“Fine, I don’t see why you can’t just take some selfies and pick from them” Daria muttered as she set her book aside.
“Angles dear, angles, even the selfie stick can’t give you a really good idea of what you look like. I mean I could get you to take pictures of me, but really, wouldn’t it just be easier to look for two minutes.” Her voice rose at the end, and Daria winced a little at the pitch.
“I am looking, that outfit makes you look desperate. Sure you want my help?” Daria deadpanned.
Cri threw it aside with a sniff, and started to paw through the pile on her bed. “Ooh, ohh, this one, this one!”
Daria looked her up and down and nodded. “Ok, that one, is pretty awesome.”
Cri grabbed another outfit from the pile. “And this?”
It was nice, but “Not really your style.
Cri laughed. “Not for me silly, for you.”
“Wait, what, why for me? Why do I need an outfit at all?”
“Cause you are coming with me, obviously.”
Daria’s brow furrowed. “No, I don’t see how that would be obvious. I hate clubbing Cri, like hate it with a capital H. And all I do crimp your style. Why would you even want me there?”
“Your my sister Dar, I love you. And well, you haven’t been out of the house in a long time, too long if you know what I mean. I am not gonna just let you waste away because of your vaulted ethics. You don’t have to like, go all the way or anything, but you gotta keep yourself healthy, and staying in like you are, isn’t that.” Cri took a deep breath, and smiled again. “So you are coming out with me, whether you like it or not. We will find you a stupid boy, and you can take him out back and have your way with him. Got it?” Cri demanded, and Daria wilted a little under it the weight of her stare.
Cri wasn’t wrong. Daria knew that staying in like this, it wouldn’t end well for her. She picked up the outfit, with her finger tips, holding it out like it smelled.
Daria let out a sigh. “It’ll do I guess.”
Cri let out a squeal! “That’s the spirit. Now go get dressed. It’s almost 10, and if we want a chance of getting someone we need to get there before midnight.”
“Thats in two hours, and its like what, 20 minutes from here, what’s the rush?“ Daria asked allowing herself to be pushed towards the bathroom.
“Hair, makeup, shoes, god Dari, are you even a girl?” Cri chastised as she shut Daria in. “Its okay, I can fix it so you look really good.”
Daria let the implied insult go, and went about the act of getting ready. She had to admit that she looked good in the selfie that Cri posted of them about to leave the house, and she was hungry. Maybe the night wouldn’t be a waste after all.