Werewolf Love Games

WLG: 2 ((pic of Richmonds))

Lacey's pov: 

It's near eleven when I finally get into the apartment. I had been caught at the theater all day, and the director still thought all of us got it wrong; I can't take another second of his criticism. "Higher and stronger, Ms. Lila" "No, no, no, dancers all wrong" "More feeling basses; better posture violins" he would ramble on and on, finding the tiniest mistake of every person every time. Everyone thinks the show won't be ready in time if he keeps this up. I sure hope not. I hate the guy, but not the show nor the theater; and we most unfortunately need him. Great. Just Great. 

Sydney pops out from her room with her model smile that has dazzling white teeth glowing. She's putting on huge diamond stud earrings in, and I notice her dress; a sequins blue that wraps around her body with no sleeves and cuts off mid-thigh and she wearing matching heels. I chuckle, "Going to a club?" 

"Yeah, you wanna come? It's brand new, and I hear some really sexy guys are going to be there," she replies in her sing song voice. I shake my head, still smiling at her attitude. "No thanks. Clubbing isn't something I do often." 

"Oh, come on Lace!" Sydney pleads while perfecting her hair then turning to me with a pout. "You never have some fun. It's just work, work, work and you don't even see any friends... Oh, sorry." Sydney bites her lip when she sees my depressed expression. I shrug and half smile. "It's okay. I know it's easy to forget someone has...you know... Forget it." 

"Lace, this will cheer you up; I promise. And you haven't lost all of it; you still have me, your work, and you could get a new boyfriend too easily. Just like that." Sydney snaps her fingers and I smile a bit more. "There you go. Come with me, please." 

"I would, but I just don't know how to...cut loose like you. And I don't even have anything to wear." 

"I can fix that," Sydney cheerily sings as she takes my hand and drags me to my room. While she scouts my closet, I plop my one shoulder backpack on my bed and sit at the edge and wait for Sydney. She glances at me with a thoughtful expression. "You're not my size, are you?" 

"No; you're shorter than me. Do I really have nothing?" I inquire desperately as I crane my neck to my closet. Sydney laughs. "Kinda, but I'll find something to make you look super sexy." 

I shake my head skeptically as I wait. Sydney brightens up. "Okay, put this dress on and...oh, these shoes would look great." 

I catch the maroon that I wore only one time before...when I was with Hector. Taking the sleek black gladiator sandals with me, I change in my bathroom. I look different with my dress on; it was like the white dress Cameron Diaz wore in What Happens in Vegas, but mine was a different color. 

When I come out, Sydney gets me back in and does my make up and hair. She puts thick black eyeliner around my eyes, making them draw attention boldly, and she puts little silver beaded strings in my curling hair, making it shimmer; she also applies glitter around my eyes. I look a whole new person, but I recognize myself from the tribal wolf designed birthmark at the base of my neck. 

We get in her white Porsche and drive into the heart of town. We pull up to the club, Mon Beau, that has a retro, neon midnight theme; a classic nightclub. Sydney gets a parking space really quickly thanks to her flirting with a couple of guys that were in a car that was about to take a spot; they had winked back and let us have it. It's just that easy for her. I follow Sydney into the club, where pounding music blares into my ears, and almost immediately, Sydney left off to the dance with a guy wrapping his arm around her waist. They start grinding, like everyone else, and I roll my eyes. That is not a dance, I think to myself. 

I was walking along the dance floor when I here a voice call my name, "Lacey! Lacey!" I turned around and see a guy with curly burgundy hair and sparkly grey eyes pushing through the crowd to get to me. I smile as he approaches. "Hey George, what are you doing here?"