TWO

DIVA

THE REST OF THE WEEK flew by, and I couldn't wait to hang out with two of my favourite people. Since the shop was closed on Sundays, I always tried to take full advantage, and this weekend would be no different.

"Are you up for some fun tonight?" I bumped Moses 's shoulder with my own, wiggling my brows, which made him smile. Not only did I want to hang out but I needed a distraction, something to make me stop reminiscing about my encounter with Solomon from earlier in the week.

"I'm free. Whatcha thinking?"he asked, cleaning up the remaining orders scattered on the counter.

"I'd like to hit up that new nightclub, Throttle. Have you ever been there? I hear good things." Opening the drawer underneath the counter, I retrived my purse and slung it over my shoulder.

"Sounds all right to me. Is Julia going? Do you want me to pick you up?" Initially, I'd thought Moses was interested in Julia, but that Idea was quickly squashed once I realised he might be into guys.

" I already texted her, and she's in. But you don't have to pick us up. We can just meet you there at nine o'clock. You know it's gonna take us a while to get ready," I teased. I felt bad because every time he swung by our apartment, he always ended up waiting at least forty-five minutes for us to finish primping ourselves.

"I'll finish up this last order and head on home. I'll see you guys later tonight then," he yelled over his shoulder as he headed towards the back of the store.

Once outside, I inhaled the fresh air. It smelled like rain, which was the norm; this was Izmir, after all. But I wasn't going to let some precipitation put a damper on what was surely going to be a great night out with friends.

It was almost six-thirty when I finally arrived home. Unlocking the front door, I breathed a sign of relief when I entered my solace. The apartment I shared with Julia was cozy, but I loves it nonetheless.

Rich browns, creams, and reds decorated are living room. Only a few pieces of furniture adorned the space, the comfy leather recliner the object of many a bet as to who was going to enjoy it on any given night. While our kitchen was small, it has come with up-to-date appliances, a cost-saving benefit for sure. The kitchen island gave way to four stools which slid underneath.

For as small as living room and kitchen were, we lucked out with the size of bedrooms and the one bathroom we shared. The much larger spaces are allowed us to fit all of our other furniture and belongings. Overall, the place wasn't cheap, but it wasn't as pricey as some of the the other place we'd looked at. Splitting the bills right down the middle left us both with a little extra cash to splurge on whatever else we liked. One of those splurges was going to be the night's fun at Throttle.

"Hey, Diva!" Julia shouted. "I didn't even hear you come in. Can you come back here? I need your fashion opinion." Julia had more clothes then she knew what to do with, and she regularly had piles of outfits strewn all over her room. I had no idea how she ever found anything.

I found her holding a short, navy-blue dress as I walked into her room. Other options were laid out on top of her bed, in case that one didn't pan out.

"It's nice, but it's kind of short. Even for you, "I jested. "Aren't you worried you'll be showing off your goodies ?"

"If I'm lucky, yes!" she exclaimed, a big grin on her beautiful face.

"If you like it, then I'm sure you'll look great." I had no idea why she asked my opinion, especially since she often made a face at my outfits, forever trying to convince me to dress more like her.

"What are you wearing? And please don't say jeans and a T-shirt."

"Well... yeah. I don't have anything else." I really did need to go shopping for some new clothes. What I had was nice, but I didn't have "club" clothes. So a piece here and there couldn't hurt, as long as it was to my taste.

"Here, I have the perfect dress for you." She went into the packed closet of hers and almost fell over something trying to reach to the left to pull an item out. It was a beautiful, hunter-green dress with a plunging neckline the main focus. The back of it was no more modest, a large opening scooping down to pretty much show off the top of my ***. As if that wasn't enough, the length would barely cover my lady bits.

"You're kidding, right? I'd never aware that out in public. First of all, it's way too short. I'm a good 3 inches taller than you so it would be that much shorter on me. And second of all, I couldn't possibly wear a bra because of how open the back is."

"So then don't wear bra."

"Are you out of your mind? Do you know what I would look like with no bra?" I was too well endowed to never wear support. I wasn't gargantuan, but I had too much to ever go without bra, in public at least.

"You have a great rack, Diva. You don't take enough advantage of luck gifts." She was already laughing because she knew I found it that funny when she referred to my breasts as gifts. I shook my head and smiled.

"I'm not wearing that dress, so if you don't have anything else, I'm going to find my jeans and t-shirt." I turned on my heel but didn't make it far.

"They probably have a dress code." Slumping my shoulders, I knew she was probably right. "Wait, I think I have something else that'll meet your approval." She reentered her closet and rummaged around.

"Maybe this is a sign I should stay home,"I quipped, the feeling of going out quickly waning.

"Nonsense," she said right before she shoved something into my hands. It was a sparkly red tank top accompanied by a white skirt.

"Why haven't I ever seen you wear this before,?" I pointed to the piece of clothing. "Is it new?"

"No, it's just too long on me." I rolled my eyes in amusement. "Will you at least try it on? See how great you look?"

"All right, I'll try it on only to shut you up." I threw her another smile over my shoulder as I walked out of her room and towards mine.

"I think I have the perfect shoes to go with that," she shouted after me.

I checked the size before I did anything. Even though we were different heights, we sometimes fit into same size pants and shirts. Not that I wore a lot of her clothes. The top was bigger than she usually brought so I was wondering if she didn't buy this for me, secretly hoping to push me out of my more conservative wear. I wouldn't put it past her. "Why did you buy the wrong size shirt?" I asked when she entered my room.

" I grabbed it by accident and didn't feel like taking it back to the store."

After I'd quickly thrown on the clothes, I stood in front of the mirror and smoothed everything out. Surprisingly, everything fit the way I want it to. The skirt hit me mid-thigh, a length I could definitely work with. The top, while tight to my chest, looked decent.

" What do you think?" I asked as I twirled around in front of her.

"Holy ****, girl! You look gorgeous! You have to know how good you look right now." Her grin was genuine, and excitement lit her eyes.

Even though I was a little uncomfortable with the tightness of the top, it didn't dip low, displaying my cleavage. Julia knew me so well and understood exactly how far she could push me. "Thank you." I smiled at her with gratitude. I felt pretty and thought I looked nice. "You sure you're not just saying I' look okay to hurry me up?" I hated when doubt filled me, but it was rare I stepped out of my comfort zone, specially with how I displayed my body.

"Not at all. I think you look fantastic. Here are the shoes." She handed me a pair of nude wedges. Thankfully we wore the same size. I had to admit with the shoes, I really did like the outfit. It accentuated all of my curves and made me look.... sexy. My brows lifted at the thought. I took a calming breath, pushing my trepidation aside.

"Thanks, Julia."

" I knew you'd come over to my side one day."

" Just for tonight," I chuckled.

Before we knew it, the clock read a little after seven, which meant I only had little over an hour to get ready, alloting at least twenty minutes to drive to the club.

I dried my long chestnut-colour hair as quickly as possible, running a big curly iron through it to smooth it out and give me some bouncy, loose curls. I wore minimal makeup, thinking the outfit was enough already, I didn't want to add to the dramatics with an overdone face.

Officially done with 15 minutes to spare, I headed into Julia's room to see how she was coming along. She was almost ready as well, putting the finishing touches on her own makeup. She really did look beautiful, with her shoulder-length, dark blonde hair, dancing with sun-kissed highlights. It was her natural colour, and everyone complimented her on it. Her pale blue eyes and Olive complexion were a great contrast to her tresses.

"You look really stunning."

Her eyes lifted to mine and she grinned. "You look fantastic, too. We're going to have a great time." She laughed as she did little dance. "Thankfully Moses will be there to get rid of anyone we don't want bothering us." Sometimes we had Moses act as a boyfriend, warding off guys who couldn't take the hint.

One more quick glance in the mirror and we were off to enjoy our evening.

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