Chelsea, Chelsea, I believe when you're dancing slowly
sucking your sleeve, the boys get lonely after you leave.
She…had no idea what she was doing.
Ruari wasn't one to go out for a night on the town. When she was a little younger, maybe, but she'd been quite happy to stay inside her small apartment, wearing a onesie and eating ice cream. But no. Apparently, she'd been wallowing a bit too much and enough was enough. She didn't know London terribly well. She occasionally went to the English capital for a meeting with suppliers or to pick up some fabric and she could find her way to St. Mungo's but she didn't know where she was now.
The tall blonde was sitting in a dimly lit 1920s style vintage
bar and looking stark out of place as she did so. In front of her was a half full martini glass with a little bright pink umbrella sticking out of it. Ruari was out with friends. She needed new friends. Her friends' idea of a "good night out" was going to a burlesque club. Who knew they even existed?
It was soft and dark, with red candles and sumptuous black leather sofas. The walls were decorated with black and grey fleur de lis wallpaper and there were thick, heavy lined scarlet curtains. The place wasn't terribly full and thank goodness it wasn't. Annabelle, one of her friends from school, had insisted. This club, apparently, gave burlesque lessons and she loved it. She insisted it was the perfect way to let loose and have a little fun. There weren't any men there. Or so she'd said.
"It's not slutty," her petite brunette friend said with wide eyes.
"It's art! It's sexy!" Ruari was not a sexy girl. She didn't know how to flirt. When she winked, she looked like she was constipated. It was awful.
Her friends were already giddy. They'd been drinking steadily for the past hour or so. It wasn't terribly late, a little past half past nine in the evening and smooth jazz was playing from somewhere behind her as she sipped her martini. Unlike her friends, she didn't have a boyfriend. She had an ex-fiancée but no boyfriend. Her friends thought it was a great idea because they could learn some "moves" to impress their significant others. But what could she do? Strip off in front of Jeff, her dog? Yack.
Regardless, Ruari had made the effort.
Her long blonde hair had been pinned and twisted up into an
updo, the majority of it out of her face but a few wispy tendrils hanging down around her pretty face. It was secured with two glittering floral brooches as it curled down the nape of her neck. Not really a girl to wear a lot of make up, it was a shock to see herself. Annabelle had really gone to town.
Her big grey eyes were outlined tastefully and her long lashes coated with mascara, her plump lips a deep, sultry shade of scarlet. Funnily enough, she felt
good. She hadn't had the chance to really get all glammed up. There was that Ministry fundraiser thing but she didn't get an invite. Then there was her
outfit. Her corset was ivory and gold with a floral overlay, boned and over her bust, cinching in her tiny waist and emphasizing her hips and chest. She was wearing stockings and bloomers and strings of pearls and a length of ribbon tied in a bow around her neck. It was ridiculous.
This was the most bizarre Girls Night Out she'd ever really taken part in.
"Oh no," Ruari was quick to say as the music changed, holding her hands up in the classic sign of surrender. Annabelle was waving to her, flailing her arms as she stood on the stage while her other friends cat called. "No, you know, I'm good here. With my drink," the blonde called back with a smile, raising her now empty glass but the instructor, a petite redhead with
incredible bosoms found her.
"I don't--" she stammered, panic setting in as her eyes widened. "I don't even know what to
do," she whined, sounding like a petulant toddler.
"Imagine someone you lust after!" Ruari frowned. Hal. No. As friggin' if.
"You're a lioness!" Unable to help herself, the shopkeeper snorted, slapping her hands over her mouth to try and control the giggles. Turning in her seat, she grabbed a shot glass, downed whatever was in it, coughed and got to her feet. "Alright, alright. Hold your horses."
With a grunt, she got to her feet and climbed onto the stage. She turned and spotted a very large white feather fan and picked it up. "So do I just…wiggle?" She asked, looking and sounding rather perplexed as she snorted again before spinning, sending her feathers ruffling as she gave an overly dramatic wink at her cheering audience. Ruari turned to face the front, bending at the waist and shook a little, wiggling her little bum, generally not taking things seriously and totally unaware that the bar had some more people in it.
