Umwarmed My Love

"Wow, that dress is gorgeous. Kathryn, Linda's closest friend, remarked that it would be ideal for a night out. Kathryn directed Linda's attention to a strapless, black tube dress that was far too short to be appropriate for a 23-year-old woman. "That's for women who like to party," she mocked. "Have you ever been to a party before?" Kathryn asked her while frowning. Obviously, I have. Not one of those formal affairs when haughty, wealthy people try to outdo one another while sipping champagne.

I'm talking about a true party with dancing, loud music, actual beverages, sweaty bodies, and hot males.

”Kathryn made a gag noise before realizing it was inappropriate.”No Linda," she shook her head. Why, in the name of God, would I choose to attend one of those? "You're my best friend, but you have no life," Linda said, shaking her head and grinning dejectedly. Why do you mean that? I'm here with you shopping. This barely counts, Linda laughed. My brother actually told me about his club that is located outside of the city. The best club he's ever gone to, according to him. We ought to investigate. “No.” Kathryn has no business being in a club. It would damage the reputation her family had worked so hard to build over the years. Kathryn rolled her eyes and said, "See, you have no fun."

Ava, Linda’s other best friend, joined them after stopping at the bathroom. Who isn't having fun? "Linda," said Kathryn. Laughing, Ava said, "True." “Hey! Yes, I enjoy myself. Have you ever been to a club? Ava posed an innocent query. Linda moaned, "Truly, she did have fun." Ava and Kathryn had the opposite opinion. She questioned, "What could be so fun about a club anyhow?" Did she truly lose out? With a smile, Kathryn said, "Ava and I will pick you up and take you to that club I was telling you about." Linda started to object, but she realized that peer pressure is a bad thing. "Fine," she mumbled. Ava and Kathryn's faces glowed. It might not be as horrible as we thought.

She was having trouble deciding what to wear that evening. Even though she was 23, the majority of the clothes in her closet were evening gowns for all the "black tie events where snobby, rich people try to one-up each other while sipping champagne." She lacked even a single pair of jeans! Maybe Ava and Kathryn were correct; she didn't have any genuine fun. She gave Quinn a call. “Hello?” "I have nothing to wear," you say. Kathryn chuckled and said, "Okay; I'll pick you up in 30 minutes and we'll find something in my closet." "Thanks," she replied. After hanging up, she went in search of a black purse that would go with whatever outfit Kathryn had chosen for her.

And sure enough, the doorbell rang 30 minutes later. The butler had already let Kathryn inside, so Linda took her handbag and went downstairs. Once more leaving, they went to Kathryn's apartment. It was a lovely, up-to-date flat. She was escorted to the closet by Kathryn. After 30 minutes, Linda discovered herself wearing the sexiest dress she had ever seen. She had previously seen a black one, but this one was terrible. That one at least had a back, whereas this one's back was so low that one more inch would expose her butt. “Kathryn! I am unable to wear this. "You'll and you can. You look terrific. Let's now go get Ava. “But…” Nothing but. You're going to have a good time tonight.

Linda complained, beginning to second-guess her choice to accompany them in the first place. Around 10:00 p.m., they arrived at the club. Just when things were starting to pick up steam. The music was audible, but not overly so. Linda said that she like the disco feel the neon lights imparted. "Let's fire off some shots to start off this Memorial Night!" The group's alcohol enthusiast, Ava, remarked. Kathryn followed Linda as she was dragged into the pub. Ava signaled the bartender over as they took three chairs.