The Bodyguard

Breaking Rules

Emilia is brought from her stare after the black car and into motion by another scream of Jasmine's to get her ass into the building before she locked her out and she would be stuck there without a way to get back to the damn mansion.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, get your panties out of your ass." She grumbles, hurrying into the building and ignoring the failed smack upside the head that Jazz has attempted to give her but aimed much too high. Perks of being so short, she smirks to herself as she sprints up the stairs and into the open door that awaits the pair of them. 

She wished so much that she could live in her own apartment and have her own place, maybe get a cat or a puppy to keep her company and spend the money to decorate the place. She just didn't have enough of a monthly income to move out quite yet, despite how much she wants to. And as much as she would love to move in with Jazz, there is no way they would survive together for more than a week or so. As much as they love each other, they also know damn well they will drive each other absolutely insane. 

Not even bothering to ask she walks into the kitchen and grabs a bottle of water from the case beside the sink before hopping her butt up onto the counter and taking a drink. 

"Ok, what happened? Because the tension between you two when I got out there was so intense I could have cut it with a knife." Jazz accuses, grabbing her own bottle of water and jumping up beside Emi.

"Well, uhm, I talked to Brittany and Mr. Personality ended up threatening her with a gun that I didn't know he carries. I mean why the hell does he even need a gun." Emilia questions yet again, she knows what he told her in the car, she knows that he is hired to protect her but the question is from what.

"I mean, there are dangerous people out there, we know that, you remember Rose. . . and your dad." She says, trying to be sensitive about it but Emilia really didn't care about her dad and Rose. . . it has happened so long ago that it didn't seem real.

"Of course I remember, but who is going to come after me? I mean, my dad. . He was in trouble all the time and we both know that he owed people a lot of money with his problems, and she, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, things like that don't happen every day." She murmurs, trying to ignore the sinking feeling of her heart at the memories and a funeral.

"Em, I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry, but still, I'm sure the gun is just a precaution, it doesn't actually mean anything, I'm sure of it." Jazz says, forcing that familiar final onto her suddenly pale face as she tries not to focus on those memories as well. 

"Yeah, you're probably right" She responds, shoving away painful memories to where they can't damage her heart anymore, "But he did say something really weird in the car."

"Yeah? What did he say?" She asks, tossing the empty bottle in the recycling and raising the eyebrow like usual, her signature look.

"Well, I asked who wanted to hurt me or I guess I asked who saw me as an enemy, and he said that it isn't ME who is the enemy. But, it was how he said it, like someone else is someone's enemy and that is why he has the gun. I don't know, my brain is just messing with me again."  Emilia shakes her head and gives a quick smile as Jazz grins back.

"Sounds to me like you are putting way too much thought into this, don't forget your mom just married a very famous millionaire, he probably just means business enemies or something. You are just having an overactive imagination again, as per usual." She teases, poking her in the stomach underneath the crop top and Emilia swats her hand away letting out a giggle as they get out of the heavy stuff and into their usual giggly, playful selves again. "Come on, you need to change out of that nasty outfit and we are having a girls night to take your mind off the stress of this entire situation." She declares,  smirking as she grabs a hand and practically yanks Emilia off the counter to land with a thud on the ground.

"Yeah, yeah, but remember I have to be home by midnight, I really don't feel like getting in trouble my first day as part of the Delmont family tree. And I only get my ride until midnight anyway, and I have the feeling you are going to be drunk by that time so it might actually be a good thing that we don't have to pay for a ride." Emilia teases back, kicking off her shoes at the end of the peninsula like bar area and trudging behind Miss bossy to the room they had both slept in the night before.

"Ok, yeah, that will be nice, but I'm sure he likes you enough that you can stay out later and he won't tell step-daddy." She points out, yanking out a good handful of dresses and sprawling them across the unmade bed in an unkempt heap. 

"Ew, please do not call him that again, his name is Mr. Delmont and I will never call him anything different." Emilia groans, sorting through the dresses to find a shorter one that will actually fit her frame.

They were the same size, in general, Jazz's tall and skinny frame fitting the same size as her short and curvier one. It isn't that Emilia hates her body, she likes her chest and the fact that she does have curves, and yeah, she wanted to lose a little weight but not enough that she felt the need to et on a diet or anything. The only truly huge thing she wants to change is her height, oh how she wishes she is taller, being barely 5 foot is not all its cracked up to be. She thinks, sticking out her tongue at the several Maxi dresses that were laid out knowing she could only walk in those if she wore some 6in. heels and she didn't feel like breaking her ankles tonight. 

Grabbing one of the little black dresses from the bed that she knows isn't a favorite of Jazz's, she holds it up to her body figuring it would do for the night. The tight bodice and skinny straps showing off her bust rather nicely, she just hopes it won't be too tight for her comfort. Though, having a tight bodice is always nice, makes her feel pulled in and a little skinnier, even if it can be hard to eat or drink much.

Grinning at her friend's choice Jasmine chooses a longer strappy number with a long back made of a very pretty red color that makes her paler skin and dark hair stand out all the more.

"Don't you think these might be a little much for a girl's night? I mean, it looks like we are going to a strip club, not just for a couple drinks." Emi tries to hint, never confident with anything other than her workout clothes that pulls everything so tight you can't help but feel sexy when you do crunches and planks.

"Oh come one, I am forcing you to come to the club with me, we both know you need to take your mind off that family tree and we both also know that you love dancing, even if there are people. Besides, everyone will be so drunk that no one gives a shit how bad you are at it." She says grinning, dropping the dress over her desk chair and taking Emilia's to do the same.

"But"

"No buts, we are doing this and you are going to have fun, I promise." Jasmine says, shoving her into the bathroom for makeup and hair as she still tries to protest doing exactly what Mr. Delmont had told her not to that same morning, but then again, maybe a little rebellion is exactly what she needs. She concedes and allows her bestfriend to shove her into the bathroom and begins to attack her hair and face with brushes.