conversation with Jessica. I was beginning to regret my decision to come at that moment.
“Oh, hey, Morgan,” Jessica said in a less than enthusiastic tone.
Bailey and Irelyn turned in their seats, smiling.
“I’m so glad you came,” Irelyn said, standing to reveal her costume. She was dressed as Minnie, a fictional character in an extremely popular television show. Her flowing, floral skirt and white sweater were usual dress for Minnie, who was very sweet and caring, as well as long, blonde hair tied back with a yellow ribbon.
The television show, We Three , was about three sisters who shared an apartment above the family’s pawn shop. The girls, Molly, Minnie, and Mavis, each had a very unique personality that caused several hilarious situations both in the apartment and in the shop. I didn’t much care for the show but just about everyone I knew loved it.
Bailey grinned as I took a seat. She, obviously, was Molly. On the show, Molly was the dangerous one – ready for a fight or a good man. And Bailey looked the part. She wore tight leather pants, a leather vest over a white blouse, and knee high black boots. Her makeup was dark and heavy and her hair straight, lying like a silk curtain on her back.
I barely spared a glance at Jessica, knowing that she was Mavis, the smart one. I’d already noticed the fake, dark framed glasses and the hair in a tight, neat bun. I didn’t need to see the pressed khakis and the neat blouse. Didn’t really want to.
“No costume?” Bailey smirked, sipping a glass of ice water.
“Nah,” I said with a forced smile. “Wasn’t into it this year.”
“Too bad there aren’t four sisters on We Three, ” Jessica said, fluttering her eyelashes behind her glasses. “You could have dressed up with us.”
“Oh, well,” I said, barely sparing her a glance.
Irelyn rolled her eyes as she patted my hand. “I wasn’t into it this year, either, but Jessica really wanted us to do it.”
That sorted of explained it, in a way.
The band stepped on stage at that moment, effectively stopping conversation. My gaze immediately found Spencer as he ducked through the strap of his guitar, his messy hair falling into his eyes. He brushed it away before plucking a pick out of the strings of his guitar. He began to strum, quietly tuning, as the others prepared to start.
None of the guys had dressed up, which didn’t surprise me. If I recalled correctly, they hadn’t last year, either. Lucas had said that it was cool for girls to dress up but thought that most guys looked like idiots.
As soon as they started playing, the crowd roared with delight, drawing a smile to Spencer’s face. I sucked in a sigh, plastered a generic look on my face, and just enjoyed the music. Jessica constantly shot covert looks in my direction, thinking I wasn’t aware.
At the end of their first set, they hurried over to the table. A moment later, Evan appeared with a tray of drinks. He passed them out, setting a full diet soda in front of me, and rushed back to the bar without sparing me a glance. Curious, my eyes followed him as he waded through the crowd, back to the bar, the tray bumping against his thigh. It seemed as though he was upset with me and I had no clue how to remedy the situation.
Nibbling my lip, swirling my soda glass with one hand, I continued to watch Evan as he returned to his station behind the bar and started filling drink orders. That fixed grin was on his face as he laughed and joked with the patrons.
Deciding that I would clear things up later, given opportunity, I turned back to the crowd at my table.
“You guys had a great first set,” Jessica gushed as she leaned into Spencer. My stomach turned. “Do you like our costumes? You didn’t get to see them yet.”
“Yeah, they’re great,” Spencer said as his gaze moved around the table. It stopped on me. “Who are you, Morgan?”
I opened my mouth to respond
“Oh, hey, Morgan,” Jessica said in a less than enthusiastic tone.
Bailey and Irelyn turned in their seats, smiling.
“I’m so glad you came,” Irelyn said, standing to reveal her costume. She was dressed as Minnie, a fictional character in an extremely popular television show. Her flowing, floral skirt and white sweater were usual dress for Minnie, who was very sweet and caring, as well as long, blonde hair tied back with a yellow ribbon.
The television show, We Three , was about three sisters who shared an apartment above the family’s pawn shop. The girls, Molly, Minnie, and Mavis, each had a very unique personality that caused several hilarious situations both in the apartment and in the shop. I didn’t much care for the show but just about everyone I knew loved it.
Bailey grinned as I took a seat. She, obviously, was Molly. On the show, Molly was the dangerous one – ready for a fight or a good man. And Bailey looked the part. She wore tight leather pants, a leather vest over a white blouse, and knee high black boots. Her makeup was dark and heavy and her hair straight, lying like a silk curtain on her back.
I barely spared a glance at Jessica, knowing that she was Mavis, the smart one. I’d already noticed the fake, dark framed glasses and the hair in a tight, neat bun. I didn’t need to see the pressed khakis and the neat blouse. Didn’t really want to.
“No costume?” Bailey smirked, sipping a glass of ice water.
“Nah,” I said with a forced smile. “Wasn’t into it this year.”
“Too bad there aren’t four sisters on We Three, ” Jessica said, fluttering her eyelashes behind her glasses. “You could have dressed up with us.”
“Oh, well,” I said, barely sparing her a glance.
Irelyn rolled her eyes as she patted my hand. “I wasn’t into it this year, either, but Jessica really wanted us to do it.”
That sorted of explained it, in a way.
The band stepped on stage at that moment, effectively stopping conversation. My gaze immediately found Spencer as he ducked through the strap of his guitar, his messy hair falling into his eyes. He brushed it away before plucking a pick out of the strings of his guitar. He began to strum, quietly tuning, as the others prepared to start.
None of the guys had dressed up, which didn’t surprise me. If I recalled correctly, they hadn’t last year, either. Lucas had said that it was cool for girls to dress up but thought that most guys looked like idiots.
As soon as they started playing, the crowd roared with delight, drawing a smile to Spencer’s face. I sucked in a sigh, plastered a generic look on my face, and just enjoyed the music. Jessica constantly shot covert looks in my direction, thinking I wasn’t aware.
At the end of their first set, they hurried over to the table. A moment later, Evan appeared with a tray of drinks. He passed them out, setting a full diet soda in front of me, and rushed back to the bar without sparing me a glance. Curious, my eyes followed him as he waded through the crowd, back to the bar, the tray bumping against his thigh. It seemed as though he was upset with me and I had no clue how to remedy the situation.
Nibbling my lip, swirling my soda glass with one hand, I continued to watch Evan as he returned to his station behind the bar and started filling drink orders. That fixed grin was on his face as he laughed and joked with the patrons.
Deciding that I would clear things up later, given opportunity, I turned back to the crowd at my table.
“You guys had a great first set,” Jessica gushed as she leaned into Spencer. My stomach turned. “Do you like our costumes? You didn’t get to see them yet.”
“Yeah, they’re great,” Spencer said as his gaze moved around the table. It stopped on me. “Who are you, Morgan?”
I opened my mouth to respond
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