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It was a Friday night, and Dresden, Jude, Gertrude, Johnny, and Frances were all hanging out after work. It was a balmy summer night, and the sky was only half-dark, so that the lights of the city shone when they crested a hill on the highway.
They were all piled into Frances's large, comfortable dark blue Oldsmobile, with Frances primly at the driver's seat. Gertrude was next to her on the passenger's side, while Dresden was in the backseat middle between Jude and Johnny. Dresden was wearing a plaid skirt and white tee with long white stockings that showed plenty of thigh. Her huge black boots seemed to take up most of the floor room.
Frances was the only one still wearing her work clothes, and she felt painfully boring next to the other girls. She wore black trousers and a dark gray cable-knit sweater, very finely woven of wool with a high scoop neck and long sleeves. She was always very drawn to the color dark gray and still had no idea how to wear colors. Her long medium-brown hair with a slight wave to it had an almost blond glint against the darkness of her outfit.
Their plan was to eat, walk around the Asian shopping plaza, and purchase some items from the pop culture store or grocery store.
In the rearview mirror, Frances's eyes were continually drawn toward Johnny, whose blue, black-rimmed eyes stood out starkly against his white-blond hair and generous lips. He was wearing a muscle shirt and baggy jeans, and she could clearly see his slim but well-built upper body.
She hated that she was dressed so plainly, with nothing to help her out in the restroom at the restaurant except some medium-pink lipstick and her hairbrush from her purse. Dresden saw her trying to make herself up in the restroom and smirked. Frances's eyes skated down to Dresden's yellow-lacquered nails. How on earth did she even do it? Frances could never pull off her stylish look, and even a small change she tried to make, like a bolder lipstick or nail polish, tended to get stared-at at work in a funny way.
Dresden worked at a vinyl record store but as a floral vampire did not have the same financial needs the others did. Johnny was also immortal, which showed in his more alternative clothing choices and attitude, since he too did not put in 40 hours per week at a repressive workplace.
Frances was only 22, but she could already feel her manufacturing job changing her. She yearned sometimes to live a secret life like wearing gothic lolita but already felt too old. She was just in work mode all the time.
As she ate her favorite massamun curry, she stole glances at Johnny across the table and wondered what he would do if she nudged his foot with hers. He seemed completely oblivious to her, laughing wildly at Jude and Dresden so that his chain-decorated choker flashed as he threw his head back.
They were all piled into Frances's large, comfortable dark blue Oldsmobile, with Frances primly at the driver's seat. Gertrude was next to her on the passenger's side, while Dresden was in the backseat middle between Jude and Johnny. Dresden was wearing a plaid skirt and white tee with long white stockings that showed plenty of thigh. Her huge black boots seemed to take up most of the floor room.
Frances was the only one still wearing her work clothes, and she felt painfully boring next to the other girls. She wore black trousers and a dark gray cable-knit sweater, very finely woven of wool with a high scoop neck and long sleeves. She was always very drawn to the color dark gray and still had no idea how to wear colors. Her long medium-brown hair with a slight wave to it had an almost blond glint against the darkness of her outfit.
Their plan was to eat, walk around the Asian shopping plaza, and purchase some items from the pop culture store or grocery store.
In the rearview mirror, Frances's eyes were continually drawn toward Johnny, whose blue, black-rimmed eyes stood out starkly against his white-blond hair and generous lips. He was wearing a muscle shirt and baggy jeans, and she could clearly see his slim but well-built upper body.
She hated that she was dressed so plainly, with nothing to help her out in the restroom at the restaurant except some medium-pink lipstick and her hairbrush from her purse. Dresden saw her trying to make herself up in the restroom and smirked. Frances's eyes skated down to Dresden's yellow-lacquered nails. How on earth did she even do it? Frances could never pull off her stylish look, and even a small change she tried to make, like a bolder lipstick or nail polish, tended to get stared-at at work in a funny way.
Dresden worked at a vinyl record store but as a floral vampire did not have the same financial needs the others did. Johnny was also immortal, which showed in his more alternative clothing choices and attitude, since he too did not put in 40 hours per week at a repressive workplace.
Frances was only 22, but she could already feel her manufacturing job changing her. She yearned sometimes to live a secret life like wearing gothic lolita but already felt too old. She was just in work mode all the time.
As she ate her favorite massamun curry, she stole glances at Johnny across the table and wondered what he would do if she nudged his foot with hers. He seemed completely oblivious to her, laughing wildly at Jude and Dresden so that his chain-decorated choker flashed as he threw his head back.
