Haunted - Sunny Wolfe Page 0,69
was Rock of Ages because we were going to watch the movie Rock of Ages and sing along with the movie since we all knew the music being played. How could anyone not love the 80s? Everybody was to take a shot of his or her favorite liquor every time a song was sung in the movie. We all had to get up and sing at least one of the songs from the movie while it was being performed. If anyone was shy, he or she could sing with a partner. We could always pause to stop and talk. Like I had told Roman, it was cheesy. Also, we had to dress like rock stars because of the theme.
“Thanks guys!” I smiled. Damn, Phoebe and Eve always had a girl’s back.
“Okay, it’s us against them. The models versus the real women. We got to look good, but Beth has to look fucking fantastic!” Phoebe said.
“I totally agree. I need to look fucking fantastic. Let’s do this.”
After two and a half hours, Dennis asked, “You girls about ready?”
“Yep, you ready?” Phoebe yelled.
Phoebe walked out first. She wore ankle boots, black jeans, and a rocker T-shirt. Her blond hair had cool black, chunky streaks in it. I was actually a little jealous of her hair. It was fucking cool.
Eve dyed her hair to hot pink and went Goth. She wore her hair in two little buns, kind of like Princess Leia. She wore a black leather mini-skirt with a torn-up mesh top and a kick ass bra underneath.
I came out wearing skin-tight, stretchy black jeans with cool high heel shoes that tied at the ankle. I wore a black corset trimmed in red. Over the corset, Eve had paired a biker shirt. It was black, and the shirt fell past my hips. The front had buckles going across horizontally, which actually made my stomach look smaller with the help of the corset. Of course, with the corset and the shirt my boobs were riding high. The top was designed to be lower than the corset so it gave me a little slutty look as though my shirt was falling off my bra. My favorite part of the shirt was the sleeves. It had these zigzag strings down the top of the arm, and on the bottom it was solid, which I liked.
I had to admit this was the thinnest and sexiest I had looked in fifteen years. Phoebe added red hair extensions to the bottom part of my hair and then she spiral curled all of it together and let it hang long. Eve did my makeup. It was dramatic but not Goth. I had dark sexy eyes going on. I wished I had looked this good going to Roman’s concert in the summer and then those thoughts caused my heart to sink. It was a weird feeling. The kidnapping, the joy of meeting and falling in love with Roman, and the horror of the rapes. We were still working it out in therapy. I lit a cigarette to calm myself.
Dennis looked at me and said, “I feel like you are going throw down your cigarette and stomp on it and call me stud.”
Phoebe and I busted out laughing.
“Why would Beth do that to your carpet?” Eve asked and Dennis looked at Phoebe with a “what the hell” look.
“Dennis, Eve doesn’t watch TV. I am sure she has never seen Grease,” Phoebe explained.
“You’ve never seen Grease?” Dennis asked.
Eve looked lost.
“So I look Sandy good?” I asked Dennis.
“I know Roman will probably act as silly as Danny did when he saw Sandy at the carnival.”
Phoebe high fived me.
“Dennis, you’re cool as shit with your vintage Led Zeppelin tee and your torn jeans.” I told him.
“I know. I dress everyone well!” Phoebe put her arm around her hubby and he turned and kissed her. Dennis might have complimented me, but his eyes were only on Phoebe. And that was why I liked Dennis. He truly loved his wife.
“Is Seth meeting us here?”
“He texted. He’s running late and will meet us at your house. Don’t worry. I texted him the directions.”
“He knows that Tommy will have to taxi him home just like everyone else. You can bring him to his car the next day.”
Eve nodded.
I’d made it clear to everyone that no one was driving home. We were getting trashed and everyone was going to be safe. Roman hired Tommy, one of the roadies, to drive everyone home from our house.
“Let’s go hookers,” Phoebe called.