"A wedding…dress…rehearsal," Beatrix allowed the word 'dress' to slip off her tongue in uncertainty. "Isn't that illegal?" The tall blonde arched a slender eye brow. Of course, she was the one to talk about illegal shit, but then again it all came in her 'flawless' act.
"No," Janeen laughed, joined with Erica and Joleen. She shook her head of auburn shaded locks back and forth slowly.
The four women were in the local diner enjoying a 'girl's night out'. Tommy was out with Jack trying to find the perfect tuxedo to rent. Beatrix kept on nagging him too get the tuxedo sooner, but things had put it off and thus Tommy was left too run out to the store a mere week, no less, before the actual wedding.
The past few weeks had been uneventful but in a good way. Bea felt more 'vulnerable,' as she had been informed of by Doctor Herman that she would feel this way as she came into her third trimester. This caused the pregnant blonde to cling too Tommy in a lovable and affectionate way. Not too over possessive and allowing space. Sometimes she thought Tommy would want her to stay that way forever. Beatrix hated feeling that way. She hated feeling vulnerable and her actions sometimes secretly disgusted her, but she played the card none the less. She hadn't been eating out as much, finding home, or Tommy's place, more secure. Her only reason for going out tonight was the absence of Tommy and the need of social interaction.
"Tommy gets random and spontaneous ideas sometimes," Janeen tried to explain to the somewhat unsure blonde. "Hell, he's a big puppy dog," she suppressed a giggle. "But, that doesn't mean he can't take a risk. You're not gonna get bad luck or fined for letting him see you in the dress before the actual wedding." She poked her fork at her Cobb salad idly. "Besides, he's right, you'd look too damn good in that dress to only wear it once. It'd be a waste."
"Janeen's right," Erica agreed, setting down her tall glass of iced tea, "It would be a damn shame for you to only wear it once, you look absolutely amazing in it."
"And screw tradition," Joleen waved a hand, always one to be a little more blunt than the others. "I mean, no offence, but you guys aren't exactly having the most typical wedding anyways...," she smiled, "So, I say why not? Go for it. And that bad luck thing is total bullshit anyways."
She leaned forward, obviously getting ready to tell a story, "Get this, my old college roommate, she was die hard for not letting her fiancée see her in her dress before her wedding. I mean," she emphasized with a French fry, "...she stationed friends around her just to make sure he wouldn't get even the smallest peek before the wedding. Well, he was the kind of guy who liked a good challenge...and he seemed to take this as one. So, as she was getting ready, he literally climbed up to the second story of the church, where the prep rooms were...just to be able to say he'd seen her in her dress before the ceremony." Joleen leaned back, smirking, "He ended up falling off the ledge, inches away from her window, and breaking his neck." She chomped down on her fry.
Erica and the others were just staring at her in silence. "That's awful," Erica breathed; her eyes wide.
Joleen waved a hand, "Eh, he was alright, they had to postpone the wedding a month or so until he could stand up long enough to have the ceremony. But," she smiled, "...he never did get a peak at that dress until the moment she came up the aisle. Just goes to show, don't tempt fate and just do things your way. And, I think your and Tommy's way is to have this dress rehearsal, you in that amazing dress and Tommy in a tux. It'll be perfect." With that she took a long sip from her cola.
Erica was smiling now, "Yeah, weird story Joleen..but yeah...it will be great." She turned to Arlene, "You and Tommy are so cute together anyways."
Beatrix held a thin smile on her face with blue eyes half lidded and downcast as long white digits fiddled with the end of her straw. She was engrossing herself in the sadistic humor of Joleen's story, a feeling she hadn't had in quite some time, and it wasn't entirely unwelcome.
"I mean Arlene, do you really just wanna wear that dress once? Yeah, it took some convincing from us and the store clerk to tell you didn't look fat in it but besides that," Janeen reinforced before chomping down a bite of her salad.
Beatrix snapped out of her reverie and took a long gulp of her diet soda. "You're right, I'd hate for Tommy to break his neck." The only other that found that funny was Joleen, whom snickered behind her napkin.
Beatrix quickly added in a softer more angelic tone, "I just want the wedding to be perfect."
"Don't worry sweetie," Janeen began exchanging glances with the other two.
"This is what they call pre-wedding jitters," Erica explained between a bite of food.
Janeen nodded with reassurance, "It'll go down with a bang, a wedding to be remembered."
The tall blonde stifled a light laugh as she canted her chin down to her chest and just smiled.
"If I had to choose… I'd want it quick. Nothing shitty like bleeding to death. Someone could bust a cap in my crown… That or a poison and I'd be content."
Bill had woken up with a violent start, a cold sweat covering his entire body. He stared up at the ceiling, taking long measured breaths. His bedroom was completely dark, save for the soft glow emitting from a small round nightlight in the adjoining bathroom. The steady ticking of the bedside clock seemed far louder than normal.
Bill wiped a hand across his face, desperately trying to grasp at what had woken him up. It took him a few seconds to snatch onto the rapidly vanishing dream, but with a small smile he was able to clarify what was so important. It hadn't been a dream after all, he remembered now. It was a memory; he'd been thinking about Paris...perhaps dreaming in a sentimental sort of way. And that was when Beatrix's words had sparked a vital connection with his current reality. The memory was pleasant. They had been lying on the floor of their hotel room, engaging in their own sort of strange pillow talk after having made love. Somehow the conversation had turned towards their own desired method of death. Bill was never one to forget much, at least things that he subconsciously thought as possibly important information for later use and for some reason he'd stored those words away...only to remember them just now.
He pushed himself up on his elbows, smirking in the dark. He'd still been formulating the final details of Beatrix's death and now it all became perfectly clear to him. He was going to grant her her final wish, because...well, he owed her that much...for the happiness she had given him when she'd been in his life, for being what she had been...because it really had been so good. Yes, she was going to get what she wanted.
Settling back down on his pillows, contented with his decision, Bill fell into a restful and now emotionally cold sleep.