The Night

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Warnings: one night stand, pregnancy, age gap of 22 years, Drinking

Today's Special

Every girl needs a gay best friend

~ Unknown

{Third P.O.V.}

Akilah walked out of the exam hall with a huge smile on her face. Stretching her arms above her head, she allowed herself a moment to relax. Because after this, she knew there would be nothing but competition. Being an intern was one thing. But interning at Haijima was a completely different one.

The silver eyed beauty opened her eyes when she felt a weight on her shoulder. She turned to her right to see her best friend, Licht's smiling face in front of her. Raising an eyebrow she asked, "Is there a reason you're trying to breathe in my carbon dioxide?" She asked. Her words were harsh, but her tone gave away they're true teasing nature.

The man laughed, "As much of an incentive that would be on it's own. I was thinking of something else."

"Yeah? That being what exactly. I can't exactly read your mind, you know." She said, beginning to follow the sea of students who were leaving the building.

Licht easily caught up to her with his long legs. "Well since these boring finals are finally over. I was thinking of celebrating. So-"

"Yeah." Akilah cut him off. "With some cheap grape wine, a brain rotting home alone marathon marathon and an extra large pizza. Maybe I'll even put on my onesie and stay up till 1:00 if I'm really feeling wild."

The brown haired man looked at her with a pained expression, almost as if someone had squeezed lemon juice onto his face. "God I wish you were being sarcastic." He muttered to himself.

But Akilah had looked at him with disbelief. "What do you mean? That is my definition of fun."

"A, home alone is for winter, not November. B, that's a grandma's definition of wild. You're 23! This is our time to live it up, get crazy. Why don't you have a one night stand and get knocked up or something." Licht answered, walking out the building and spinning around to face her.

"A, there is no set time for home alone. B, you're always crazy. Crazy enough for both of us. And get knocked up? Hell no. My internship is starting in 2 weeks, and I can't exactly go on maternity leave."

"Hey, you'd make a great mother. You raised Karim." Licht pointed out.

"Yeah. He was eight. He came to me already half cooked. Here, I'd be kneading the dough, cooking it in the oven, and then making sure it ages right." Akilah shot back.

Licht paused, "Wait? How did we suddenly start talking about your baby?"

"I don't have a baby! And plus, you're the one who told me I should get knocked up."

Licht shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Back to the main point. There's no way I'm letting you celebrate like that. We're going out tonight. And no, I am not taking no for an answer. So be dressed and I'll pick you up at 11:45."

"No." Akilah answered, shooting it down.

"You're right. I can't let you dress yourself. I'll be there at 9:30. Plus, we're going to need to get tipsy first. There's no way I'm paying the bar price to get drunk." Licht told her.

"What?! That's not what I meant! No means I'm not going!" Akilah screamed at her friend who was already running away and pretending he hadn't heard. When she was sure the entire campus had definitely heard her.

And yet, when Akilah heard a knock at the door at 9:35, she was tempted to ignore it. But she knew, if she didn't open the door, the menace on the other side would continue to knock until she opened it, or until she got a noise complaint. Which she wouldn't put past him to file himself, just so she'd have to open the door.

The woman opened the door to see a smiling Licht dressed in a purple and black striped t-shirt, skinny black, leather jeans with a black belt. To finish off his look, he had silver chains dangling from his belt. In one hand he had a makeup bag, that he specifically only used on the woman with fear in her eyes, and a black ziped up bag in the other.

Seeing that he was armed, Akilah was tempted to slam the door on his face. But instead she sighed, and walked to the side, letting him into her apartment. "Karim-"

"Is at the academy staying for an overnight drill. I know your schedule. You're free. We're going. Now come on."

As she slowly trained behind the man, dragging her feet like a child, Akilah asked, "You sure your asexual?"

"Yes." The man answered, setting his little station up.

"Really, because I think you just haven't met the right guy yet." She answered.

"Don't worry. When you're a single 45 year old hag. We'll buy a nice little farm and grow old together." He said, gesturing for her to sit on the bed and next to the heating curling iron.

"Isn't it supposed to be if?" The woman asked.

"It's not a matter of if, only when." Licht smiled, running a brush through her hair.

"Ow." Akilah scowled as she felt the brush tug at knots in her hair. She tried to move away, but was stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder. "You know I'm stronger than you right."

"You know I'm the one with the hot iron right?"

Akilah scoffed, "Please. You want me to look perfect. There's no way you'd burn me."

Licht smirked down at her. "I have a lot of foundation. Try me." He threatened.

Akilah looked at the open door, then back into the crazy shine in Licht's eyes. Yeah, she ain't messing with that brand of crazy. Thinking better of it, she decided to lean back, giving him more access to her hair.

The silver haired beauty had no idea how long this hell had been going on because she was facing away from the clock. But the second the man behind her gave the ok, she was jumping up in joy.

"Easy. Still have a hot iron." Licht reminded her. "Now go put on the dress and heels and your bathrobe, well I get the shots ready. After that, we chug, I do your make up. And off we go."

"Licht!" Akilah screamed in outrage. Sticking her head out the door she growled, "There is no way I'm putting that on." When she saw the size of the bag, she had been hoping the dress had been folded in half. But that was not the case. The dress was gorgeous, but it was strapless, and looked like it wouldn't even cover half her thighs.

"Don't be such a baby." The man called back from the kitchen.

"It looks like it's going to slip right off me." She shouted back.

Licht walked back into the room with their drinks in hand. "With a chest like yours. Yeah, I'm not too worried. Those babies could easily keep it up."

Akilah growled, slamming the door, she reluctantly put the dress on. And as much as she hated to admit it, it did look good. The black dress had a nice simple charm to it, bit gave off plenty of sex appeal that would make any man look twice. The heels gave her an extra 3 inches which definitely helped boost her confidence.

The silver circle, hanging earrings, with a pear joining it, was simply beautiful. She absolutely loved the silver clover charm bracelet and matching anklet on the ankle opposite of the wrist the bracket was on. But what she wasn't so sure about was the necklace. It looped around her neck twice. Once hugging her neck almost like a choker. But the second loop hung low, definitely drawing the eyes to her low neckline.

She walked out of the room with a scowl, "Do you enjoy dressing me like a hooker?"

Licht looked up at her from his cup. "No. I enjoy dressing you as a classy hooker. Now come. Have a drink. It'll help ease your nerves."

"Fine. But next time I get to choose how we celebrate." She said, grabbing her cup.

"Sure you can. When we're 35. Until then, drink up. As your best friend, it's my sworn duty to make sure you actually get to live your 20's and not just have two sets of 30s." Licht answered cheerfully.

As Akilah drank, Licht began working on her nails. He started off with a simple block coat on all of them. Then he added a shimer coat onto the thumb, pointer, and pinky fingers. He added three three small gems onto the middle of the ring finger, in a straight line. And choose to leave the middle finger black. He finished it off with a top coat to give the nails a clean, glossy finish.

For her make he choose deep red lipstick, and brought the look together with a block smoky shadow and sharp cat eye, that truly made he eyes pop

He chose the color black to make her hair, eyes, and skin pop. Overall the look complemented her perfectly. Bringing out her best features.

"There is no way you're going home alone tonight." Licht whistled. "I definitely outdid myself."

Akilah couldn't help but agree. "Well. Let's get going. Or the last one and a half hours of my life would have been for absolutely nothing."

Akilah scrunched up her noose at the smell that hit her when she walked through the club's large doors. "I can already feel a migraine coming." She shouted to Licht. The variety of perfume, colognes, and sprays mending together in the air, and growing even stronger with the heat formed by multiple bodies dancing. And that was all trapped in a windowless, closed room.

"Don't be such a big baby. It'll go away in 5 minutes. Until then, shots!" The grown man cheered as he led his friend to a bar stool.

He handed her one, two, and three shots. After that, everything went blank.

I kind of found it funny how the getting ready part was like 3x the actual club part.

I've never been, and probably never ever am going to even enter a club. So I have no idea how clubbing really works. Hopefully this was still enjoyable to read. Well I was proof reading it, I quite enjoyed it. Hope you guys did too.

Until next time.

:)