“Girl, you are so working that dress!” Leslie nodded her head emphatically as she gave her best friend the once-over. Siobhan was wearing a neon-green mini-velour dress that clung to her generous curves. Her legs seemed to go on for miles, and her feet were encased in five-inch platform heels. For a forty-two year old mom of three, she looked fabulous.
“You’re pretty hot yourself,” Siobhan replied, a smirk tugging at her lips. Leslie preened because she had put effort into her outfit. Normally, she was a sweats and sweatshirt type of gal, but they were going to First Ave to dance after they were done with their burgers at Grumpy’s, a local bar, so Leslie had dressed in black flared-hemmed, low slung pants, a red top that was cut low to show off her perky boobs, and three-inch black platform heels. She had her shoulder-length hair in a high pony, and she had artfully arranged her bangs in a mussed fashion. She was wearing her signature lipstick, Diva, by MAC, and she had even added a touch of mascara. She knew she looked good, and she wasn’t above flaunting it.
“God, I needed this,” Leslie sighed as she drained her gin and tonic. She had just broken up with her long-term boyfriend over irreconcilable differences, and Siobhan had insisted they go out to celebrate Leslie’s new-found freedom.
“OK. Be casual about it, but check out the guy by the pool tables. He’s wearing a Clash t-shirt, a leather jacket, and black jeans. He’s giving you the eye.” Siobhan sipped her Summit Pale Ale in a nonchalant manner as she imparted this information.
“Siobhan, I’m not on the hunt,” Leslie sighed, taking a bite of her burger. Though she tried to eat mostly organic food, sometimes, she craved food that wasn’t as healthy.
“Les, he’s seriously checking you out—and he’s your type—in compact form.” Siobhan was persistent as she had always thought Leslie had settled with Peter. “One look. What could it hurt? Why don’t you go to the bathroom so you can walk by him?”