OLIVIA POV
"Liv, Open up!" I hear Abby shout, as she pounds away at my door. I growl under my breath in anger, as I put down my spatula and turn down the stove to answer the door. "Come on, Liv! I have Donuts."
"Why are you here?" I glower, as I throw my door open to see Abby standing in my way with a whole foods bag in her hand. "Vanilla?" When she nods, I snatch the bag spinning on my heels and heading towards the sofa.
"Gee, You're so welcome Liv." She bitches, I laugh.
"Thank you almighty Abigail."
"That's more like it." She grins.
"Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here so early?" I ask, she knows I'm unavailable from ten in the morning until noon. I have that time reserved for my writing.
"I was in the neighbor-"
"Abby, I'll stop you right there. You live thirty minutes away, and you work fifty minutes from here so don't bullshit me right now." I say, sternly.
She sighs, exasperated. "Fine, Liv. Quinn and I were planning on going out and we were wondering if you'd come?"
"Abby, it's Monday. You know I don't like going 'out on the town' on Weekdays, other than 'TGIT' and 'TGIF'." She pouts.
"Come on Liv, you're always working. Liv a little." I scowl at her word play, as she laughs. "Besides, You need to get out and get laid. You haven't had a good lay since Russell and that was more of a first love pity fuck."
"Abby." I grimace.
"Oh, come on Liv. You need to stop being such a frigid bitch and get to shaking your JLO booty." I shake my head.
"Please." I scoff. "I'm nowhere near as curvaceous."
"Don't change the subject Liv."
"No, Abby."
"Liv."
"Abby."
"Olivia."
"Abigail"
"Olivia Carolyn Pope." She hisses. I give her my skillful bitch brow. She did not just full name me.
"Abigail Trixy Lucy Whelan." She glares.
"OLIVER!"
"SERIOUSLY!"
"Oliver, Oliver, Oliver, Oliver, Oliver!" She says in that annoying 'Nah, nah nah, nah, nah, nah" tone that makes me want to tit punch her.
"Fine." I sigh.
"Yay!" She jumps and hugs me. "See, we're working together here. Building."
"Whatever." I shrug her off. "What time?"
"Eight, Granny Pope." I roll my eyes, and stop short when I smell that unmistakable foul stench.
"Ah, shit! My tofu scramble!" I quickly run into the kitchen and turn the pot off, placing the scolding pan in the sink and filling it in water. I turn to look at the annoying redhead.
"You're cleaning this up."
"Sure." She nods, still excited I've decided to go out with her and Quinn.
"And I'm taking your donut."
"Ah, come on Liv..." She frowns.
"Fine, I'll give you half." I say in my serious tone.
"Ugh... You're so lucky I eat the shit you have in your kitchen." She sighs, as I take out my donut and start to devour the sweet treat. I swear whole foods makes the best vegan donuts hands down.
"Liv, You made it!" Abby squeals, as she and Quinn rush to give me a hug.
"Like I had much of a choice."
"You and I both know you wanted to come out tonight. As much as you pretend you're some boring little recluse, we both know you aren't." She fixes me with a hard stare as my shoulders slump.
"So, where are we going anyway?" I ask, as we head towards a sleek building, there's no sign but there's a line full of people lined up waiting and three security guards at the doorway. I follow Abby and Quinn as they skip the line.
"Remember that guy I've been seeing?"
"Yeah, um Steve or something like that?"
"Stephen, and his friend owns a bunch of businesses all over Miami, Los Angelos, Las Vegas and New York. This is a new one, it's called Underground." Abby explains as she walks up to the guards. "Abby Whelan and plus two."
"Go ahead, red." The guard says, opening the door for us.
As soon as we step inside we're assaulted by dark seductive colors of crimson red, black and an dark shade of gray. The hallways long, and towards the end there's another door with another guard.
"Abby." I whisper, feeling a familiar weird sensation deep in my gut. "What kind of a club is this?"
"Relax, Liv. It's just precaution from keeping out drug users and the likes." She says, as we pass through the metal detectors. I swallow, as the guard presses in a code in a keypad and the door slides open.
Once we're through I pause, there's a bunch of men and women lined throughout the club. A large stage throughout the room, where women in degrading states of dress are dancing on stage. I frown, as I see the provocative dances they're doing.
"ABIGAIL!" I hiss.
"Lighten up, Liv." Quinn says, as she and Abby laugh.
"This isn't funny, this place is disgusting." I scowl, as the strippers are grinding against poles, and gyrating on each other. "And that one girl is crotchless panties, what the fuck..."
"Calm down, just take a deep breath." Quinn suggests.
"I am not sitting by that stage, she's getting her nasty crotch scabs and curd custard all over the place." I cringe, at how the girl has no shame.
Abby and Quinn laugh.
"It's just panties, Liv. there's nothing being passed on. We all know what a human body looks like. Stop being such a prude." Abby says, through fits of laughter.
"You're such a pervert." I mumble.
"Stephen seems to love it. Besides, you need to loosen up. here, have a shot." She says taking two off the tray of a passing waiter who's topless.
Okay, I have to admit he's hot but still...
"That's two."
"Just drink it, Liv."
I inhale deeply, before exhaling and I knock them back as if they were water. I scrunch up my noise at the familiar burn, gross.
"Would you guys like a private show?" A girl says, walking towards us. She has blonde hair, and she's wearing practically nothing. The scrap of fabric she's wearing for a shirt, is barely holding up her breasts.
"No-"
"Yes!"
"Okay, follow me." The girl says. She leads us towards a hallway to the back of the club and I begrudgingly follow the two bitches. Oh, I'm so getting them for this. I swear.
I freeze as I see a woman in nude walking out of a room, and heading towards another just a few feet down.
"Oh fuck it!" I hiss, turning on my heels ignoring Abby and Quinn's hiss.
Stumbling, I feel a pair of warm arms catch my waist, helping me up. I feel a spark jolt through my body and I suppress a gasp, as I hear a sharp intake of breath.
My head slowly looks up and I see those familiar beautiful, mesmerizing eyes that have ensnared my very dreams since last Friday night.
"It's you..."
Vegans are winning! Also how are we liking
Underground? Ha, Liv's feminist side is
leading her to be a bit prudish.
Though it isn't her fault, blame her upbringing.
Until next time, guys.
Love to all my faithful readers.