A/N So I think Nick and Sara will get back together in this chapter, even
though they got a little off-track in the last chapter. Oh, and the
characters are not mine.
Chapter Four: We Like to Party (Credit for this title goes to the Vengaboys, some sort of australian technopop group...It's a cool song. I just thought the title was perfect for this chapter.)
"You almost ready?" Sara called to Catherine.
"Damn close. You'll let me do your makeup, right?"
"Can't I just wear lipstick and call it good?" Sara whined plaintively.
"Absolutely not! Now is the dress on?"
"Yep." Sara came out of Catherine's guest room.
"Whoa." Catherine grinned. "I know exactly what I'm going to do for your makeup." Catherine reached under her sink and pulled out a giant bag full of makeup. "I only take a little bit of makeup in a smaller bag. This is all my makeup." She explained.
"Okay." Sara shrugged. Catherine extracted a pot of cream blush, some smoky-colored eye shadow, dark mascara, eyeliner, and dark red lip gloss. She went to work applying Sara's makeup.
When Catherine was done, Sara glanced into the mirror. "Whoa." She gasped. "I look...sultry." She hesitated to use the word sultry, but there was no denying that she was.
"Yes you do. Now put on the heels and let's go." Catherine laughed.
As Sara walked into the sheriff's large house that evening, her confidence suddenly diminished. She clutched her black handbag nervously and nearly jumped when an attendant offered to take her coat, which was more a sheer piece of useless gauze than a coat. "Relax." Catherine whispered dramatically as she glided past Sara.
"Easy for you to say. You've got Warrick wrapped around your little finger." Sara muttered. Feeling nervous, she gravitated to the bar.
"Getting a bottle of water, Sara?" Warrick sidled up to her. Sara knew that Warrick was just trying to make sure that she didn't get busted or injured, but she wanted a glass of wine.
"Just one glass of wine Warrick. I promise if I even reach for another glass of wine after this one you can cuff me and not let me drink anything the rest of the night."
Warrick laughed. "One glass Sara. I'm serious. I may take you up on that handcuff offer if you go for another glass."
"You do that." Sara smiled as Warrick poured her a very small glass of wine. She sipped it carefully, wanting to enjoy the flavor and make it last as long as possible.
"Sara, Nick misses you." Warrick said softly.
Sara nearly spit out her wine. "Warrick, that's not any of your business." Sara choked.
"Nick's hurting, girl. He misses you more than anything. He's depressed."
"Warrick Brown, I do not want to talk about this!" Sara hissed.
"Suit yourself. Stay away from the bar." Warrick left in search of Catherine. Sara shook her head. Suddenly the party was unbearably loud. Sara left in search of the sheriff's study. She found it quickly and sank into one of the overstuffed leather chairs.
Sara downed her glass of wine much more quickly than she'd intended. She set it down and browsed the sheriff's books. Finally, when there was nothing left for her to occupy herself with in the study, Sara opened the door, completely forgetting her wine glass. "Oh." She squeaked as she bumped into Nick. "Nick." She cleared her throat.
"Sara." His voice was tight. "You look...you look amazing."
"Thanks." Her eyes were downcast. "Listen, I want to talk about something."
"What is it?" Nick was instantly worried.
"Warrick, earlier at the bar, said that you..." She drifted off. "That you missed me." She swallowed hard and stared at Nick.
"I do miss you Sara. I miss waking up next to you and I miss eating dinner with you."
"Nick, when did you first know you were in love with me?"
"You had me at 'hello'." Nick smiled, using the old cliché.
"Right answer." Sara threw her arms around Nick and pulled his lips to hers.
Chapter Four: We Like to Party (Credit for this title goes to the Vengaboys, some sort of australian technopop group...It's a cool song. I just thought the title was perfect for this chapter.)
"You almost ready?" Sara called to Catherine.
"Damn close. You'll let me do your makeup, right?"
"Can't I just wear lipstick and call it good?" Sara whined plaintively.
"Absolutely not! Now is the dress on?"
"Yep." Sara came out of Catherine's guest room.
"Whoa." Catherine grinned. "I know exactly what I'm going to do for your makeup." Catherine reached under her sink and pulled out a giant bag full of makeup. "I only take a little bit of makeup in a smaller bag. This is all my makeup." She explained.
"Okay." Sara shrugged. Catherine extracted a pot of cream blush, some smoky-colored eye shadow, dark mascara, eyeliner, and dark red lip gloss. She went to work applying Sara's makeup.
When Catherine was done, Sara glanced into the mirror. "Whoa." She gasped. "I look...sultry." She hesitated to use the word sultry, but there was no denying that she was.
"Yes you do. Now put on the heels and let's go." Catherine laughed.
As Sara walked into the sheriff's large house that evening, her confidence suddenly diminished. She clutched her black handbag nervously and nearly jumped when an attendant offered to take her coat, which was more a sheer piece of useless gauze than a coat. "Relax." Catherine whispered dramatically as she glided past Sara.
"Easy for you to say. You've got Warrick wrapped around your little finger." Sara muttered. Feeling nervous, she gravitated to the bar.
"Getting a bottle of water, Sara?" Warrick sidled up to her. Sara knew that Warrick was just trying to make sure that she didn't get busted or injured, but she wanted a glass of wine.
"Just one glass of wine Warrick. I promise if I even reach for another glass of wine after this one you can cuff me and not let me drink anything the rest of the night."
Warrick laughed. "One glass Sara. I'm serious. I may take you up on that handcuff offer if you go for another glass."
"You do that." Sara smiled as Warrick poured her a very small glass of wine. She sipped it carefully, wanting to enjoy the flavor and make it last as long as possible.
"Sara, Nick misses you." Warrick said softly.
Sara nearly spit out her wine. "Warrick, that's not any of your business." Sara choked.
"Nick's hurting, girl. He misses you more than anything. He's depressed."
"Warrick Brown, I do not want to talk about this!" Sara hissed.
"Suit yourself. Stay away from the bar." Warrick left in search of Catherine. Sara shook her head. Suddenly the party was unbearably loud. Sara left in search of the sheriff's study. She found it quickly and sank into one of the overstuffed leather chairs.
Sara downed her glass of wine much more quickly than she'd intended. She set it down and browsed the sheriff's books. Finally, when there was nothing left for her to occupy herself with in the study, Sara opened the door, completely forgetting her wine glass. "Oh." She squeaked as she bumped into Nick. "Nick." She cleared her throat.
"Sara." His voice was tight. "You look...you look amazing."
"Thanks." Her eyes were downcast. "Listen, I want to talk about something."
"What is it?" Nick was instantly worried.
"Warrick, earlier at the bar, said that you..." She drifted off. "That you missed me." She swallowed hard and stared at Nick.
"I do miss you Sara. I miss waking up next to you and I miss eating dinner with you."
"Nick, when did you first know you were in love with me?"
"You had me at 'hello'." Nick smiled, using the old cliché.
"Right answer." Sara threw her arms around Nick and pulled his lips to hers.