Courtnee twirled a lock of her blonde hair, and tugged at her light wash mini skirt
as she climbed up onto the oak barstool.
"You should come to the bar-b-que tonight; everyone on the street will be there,
it's at Bree van de Kamp's house", Courtnee hesitated.
"C'mon, it'll be fun", coaxed Susan, pushing a can of Pepsi towards her along
with a plate of warm chocolate chip cookies. (a/n: I know, bad combo)
"Hmm, these are good……lemme guess, Tollhouse ready made?"
"You got it", smirked Susan.
"Do you think this is 'too much'?" questioned Courtnee, standing in front of a full
length mirror. She wore a faded destructed miniskirt, a black spaghetti strap tunic with
rhinestoned collar, a pair of black wedges, and a violet amethyst necklace, her long hair
in wide, full curls and matching earrings.
"Not at all", replied Susan, pulling a flat iron through her hair, Courtnee spritzed
on some Chanel No.5 and took the iron from her hand.
"Your gunna singe your hair".
"So, whaddya bringing?" questioned Courtnee as Susan hurried back into the
kitchen, her green Prada kitten heels clacked against the tile floor.
"La Salad de Pasta", stated Susan in a really bad Spanish accent, holding a big
yellow plastic bowl under one arm and picked up her matching handbag, Courtnee
smirked and closed the door behind them.
