Author's Note: Greetings, fanfictionites! I know what you all are thinking. Why is this crazy chick posting ANOTHER story? I shall tell you.
It's Arashi Wolf Princess' birthday! (Happy Birthday to you!)
This story was requested by vampygurl402, and she gave me the prompt for this story. This story is just a two-shot. I'm in no position to start another chapter story. This is written in Third POV Limited: Velma. It is based off Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated, and takes place when the characters are much older. The gang split up after high school, but Daphne and Velma are still good friends and live together as roommates.
Ring Any Bells?
"Do I have to go, Daphne?" Velma groaned.
"Of course you do, silly!" Daphne said in a bubbly voice. She was smoothing out her dress in front of a full length mirror beside her bed where Velma was sulking. "There's nothing wrong with having a little bit of fun. You gotta break out of your shell sometime!"
"Going on a blind date is not my definition of fun," Velma sighed. She looked down at the too-tight, too-short scarlet dress Daphne had put her in. Shaking her head, Velma tried to find something else to focus on. Unfortunately, her gaze fell upon a mirror on Daphne's vanity, and her Barbie doll-esque face was the last thing she wanted to see. Especially when the ostentatious pinks of Daphne's room reflected onto Velma's ultra-pale face.
Daphne had used this thick cream (something called foundation) and caked it onto Velma's skin until it was like flawless porcelain. About forty five minutes after that, rose blush colored her cheeks, smokey-black eyeshadow graced her eyes, and Giorgio Armani Beauty Rouge Ecstasy in Night Viper painted her lips. (Daphne had erupted in fits of "ooh's" when she pointed out that Velma had a perfect Cupid's Bow. Whatever the heck that was.) Not to mention the false lashes glued to her eyelids. What sane person would glue something to their face for the sake of beauty?
Velma shuddered. Daphne looked very similar to Velma, only without the fake eyelashes. (Velma had angrily pointed out the injustice, but Daphne had just rambled on about her lashes being naturally long and voluminous and yada yada.) Daphne's lipstick was a very light, rose pink which went well with her frilly lavender dress.
"So who are the guys, anyway?" Velma asked with venom in her tone.
Giggling, Daphne shook her head. "You may be book-smart, Velm, but you've got a lot to learn about the dating world. The point of a blind date is not knowing who the guy is! Don't you ever watch any good TV shows?"
"Hey!" Velma defended. "The best shows are on the History Channel."
Daphne guffawed. "Yeah, right." She proceeded to smooth down her hair, then motioned for Velma to join her at the mirror.
Standing in front of the full length mirror was a big mistake. Velma could see just how short the dress was – shorter than her mid-thigh – and how ridiculous the plunging neckline looked on her.
"My neck feels so bare," Velma complained, rubbing her hand over the area where her turtleneck should've been.
Pursing her lips, Daphne rummaged through a large chest and returned holding a sunset orange choker with a beautiful pendant hanging from the soft material. In her other hand Daphne held a green beaded choker that looked like a chandelier hyped up on crystals. After placing the orange choker on Velma, Daphne fastened her own to her neck. Velma sighed as she took in her appearance one last time. Her straightened hair and side-swept bangs made her look – shall she daresay? – sexy. That was the only time that she had said that about herself in all twenty-two years of her life.
"We're done!" Daphne exclaimed, looping her arm through Velma's. "Ready to go meet our fetching dates at the Bloody Stake?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Velma shouted. "The Bloody Stake? You mean back in Crystal Cove?!"
"Yeesh, calm down, Velm." Daphne rolled her eyes. "It won't be so ba-"
"Going back there is very, very, very bad!"
"Jeepers, Velm! Get a grip! Don't focus on the town, focus on the hot dates," she suggested with a smile.
"It's a blind date! You don't even know if they're hot or not!" Velma threw her hands up in exasperation.
"Aww, you're catching on so fast!" Daphne cooed. She grabbed their jackets off her sparkly bed and snatched the keys to her Lamborghini (courtesy of Mr. Sugar Daddy) and set off towards the five-car garage, dragging a reluctant Velma behind her.