Barbara sprayed the Scarlett's hair with some Hairspray. "You're gonna be the best looking there!"
"Well, it is my party," she laughed.
Barbara moved round to the front of Scarlett and took a look at her. "Yep! Perfect! Come on, stand up," Barbara brought a full length mirror on wheels over and allowed Scarlett to take a look.
Scarlett wore a knee length, strapless black dress. It hugged her figure, showing her curves even she didn't know she had. Her black high heels matched her dress, her blonde hair was pinned up in a messy bun, the few strands that fell to her shoulders were curled. Scarlett was taken aback.
"Well?"
"It's...I love it."
"See, told you you'd like it. Keep the outfit, think of it as a present from me."
"Thank you."
"I expect to see you in it more often," she winked.
The pair walked downstairs to the main area of the club. The party was already in full swing.
Immediately Scarlett's eyes found Jerome. She walked over to him and tapped her hand on his shoulder.
He turned his head to see her then paused. He moved the rest of his body round to face her as his eyes widened. "Wow..."
"Hey," she smiled, "how do I look?"
"You look..." he took a deep breath, "amazing..."
"I do believe Mr Valeska is speechless," she giggled, "maybe I can get some peace and quiet."
Jerome chuckled. "You'll be lucky. But honestly, you look nice."
She blushed. "Thank you."
He turned and picked up a drink and handed it to her. "Think you're gonna need it."
"Damn right," Scarlett took the drink and downed it in one gulp.
Jerome raised an eyebrow. "Another?"
"Please."
"Dance with me and I will get you another."
"What? I'm the birthday girl! I should have drinks on demand!" she pretended to pout.
"So you don't wanna dance with me?" he asked with a cheeky smile.
"I never said that."
The ginger held out his hand and Scarlett took it without hesitation. As soon as they made it to where the others were dancing, the music began to slow.
"Dammit," she sighed.
"What?" he asked.
"This is kind of embarrassing, but..."
"You can't slow dance?" Jerome giggled. "It's fine doll, let me lead," he took her hand and placed it on his shoulder, after putting one of his hands on her waist he held her other one, "watch my feet, move them like that."
She looked down and mirrored his feet.
"See, it's easy."
She looked back up at him with a smile as they danced. "Must say, you scrub up nice Jerome."
"I like an excuse to dress up."
"Dress up, your favourite game."
"Got that right," he winked.
"You should dress up more," Jerome smiled and took her arms again, pulling her closer and wrapping them around his neck. He placed both of his hands on her waist and lowered his voice. "I will dress up more if you do."
"We don't have many opportunists or reasons to dress up."
"Then we will have to make some."
"More parties, eh?"
Jerome shrugged. "I was thinking more along the lines of bank robbery."
Scarlett laughed a little. "Bank robbery in style."
"Defiantly!"
"Or...we could go somewhere a little more posh perhaps."
"Posh? Like...a restaurant?"
"Maybe." Scarlett looked away from him as the heat rose in her face.
"I like the sound of that."
Scarlett looked back at him in surprise. "You do?"
He nodded with a slight smile. He was about to talk when another voice sounded from the speakers.
Scarlett looked at the stage and saw Oswald standing behind the microphone. "Oh god, he's gonna do a speech."
"Wanna go hide?"
"Please!" she grabbed Jerome's hand and pulled him to the stairs and up to the next level.