You've Left Me No Choice

7

"Hey," Sweetie said. "Do you want to come to this thing with me?"

"You're gonna have to give me a little bit more information, honey."

"It's just gonna be me, and some of our friends.. just hanging out, talking, boozing-- whatever. They invited both of us, I just forgot to tell you."

"Uh.. sure, I'll go."

"K, get dressed."

"What?"

"We're leaving in an hour, come on, come on!"

"Alright, jeez. What should I wear?"

"Its all very casual. So, just wear anything."

"Fine. Help me pick something out?"

"Sure. What about this?" She picked up a red turtleneck sweater. "You've been wearing a lot of these, lately."

"What would I wear it with?"

"Mm..." She picked up more clothes. "Black skirt, and stockings."

"Okay. Sure."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it seems like it'll look nice."

"Okay.. you never like anything that I pick out for you."

"Oh, that's not true. I like plenty of what you pick for me."

"Right." Sweetie said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

She grinned. "Leave me to change, please."

"Of course." She left.

And so, she changed. It didn't look bad. She put on a pair of earrings, and a necklace. She decided to wear a pair of black heels, as usual. Her hair was pinned back into some sort of bun. It was had to tell. "I'm ready." She walked out into the sitting room, where Sweetie was sitting.

"Let's hit it."

"What?"

"The road. Come on."

"Oh! Okay."

They left.

"You look great, Emily."

"Thank you. Who's all gonna be at this thing?"

"I'm not all that sure. I know that Warner and Kathrine are gonna be there."

"Oh, I love them."

"And, Jenny, Theresa, and Rita will be there, too."

"They're great people."

"I know. Oh-- we're here." They pulled up to someone's house.

"Who's house is this?" She laughed.

"Rita's."

"Ah." They walked up, and rang the doorbell.

"Emily, Melinda-- Hello!" Rita answered. "Come in, come in. Everyone's in the living room."

Everyone sat in a circle, glasses of wine in their hands.. including Richard. She waved to him, slightly, and sat down.

"Do you want a glass of wine?"

"Sure." Emily and Sweetie said, in unison.

--

"So, ladies.. what do you find like.. oddly attractive in men?" Rita asked.

"What kind of question is that?"

"It's a question. Fine, I'll go first. I find it attractive when men go grey."