Marissa was leaning over the dressing table and peering into the mirror. She was trying to tease her bangs until they were standing straight up with the aid of liberal amounts of hair gel. She was trying to match a hairstyle she'd found on-line and turn her bangs into a vertical fan. She wasn't convinced she looked the part but glancing over her shoulder she saw Bianca watching from her perch at the edge of the bed.

"Admiring the view?" she asked with a grin. She was dressed in tight leather pants, a baggy white t-shirt with a wide studded leather belt.

"You bet." said Bianca grinning back. Bianca had recovered from the nausea that had kept her in bed since Wednesday. In fact she had spent so long in bed she was actually looking forward to going out, even if it was going out to her mother's hen night.

Marissa spun round to face Bianca. She pulled on a studded leather jacket to finish off the look. It was all part of the outfit Bianca had found for her biker vampire costume.

"I might have missed the chance to wear this for Halloween; luckily it should do for tonight… But what do you think," Marissa asked, rolling up one of the sleeves. "Up or down?"

"Oh, up is definitely more 80's." said Bianca. Then she noticed Marissa was having trouble getting the sleeves to stay up. "Here, let me." she said reaching out to help.

Once the sleeves were suitable rumpled, Bianca got her to give her a spin.

Marissa indulgently turned slowly on the spot. She didn't mind. Bianca was clearly enjoying the tight pants.

"That was what was missing." said Bianca. "You look amazing."

"But not… I think… as amazing as you!" said Marissa.

Bianca's outfit was much more out there. She was wearing a tailored blue silk jumpsuit straight out of a Dynasty. It seemed to incorporate everything wrong with 80's fashion. It had bat wing sleeves, a plunging low scoop-neck, wide rectangular padded shoulders decorated with diamantes, a high waist with a narrow belt with more diamantes, and trousers tapered to the ankles. To add to the effect her hair was back-combed to an astounding degree.

"You look out of this world." Marissa said, stepping closer.

"I look like a Star-ship Trooper." said Bianca looking down at her outfit. "I got it several Halloweens ago. Didn't think I would get it out of the closet again."

"And yet you kept it."

"Well it was just too incredible to throw away. It's real silk! It's a piece of history!"

Marissa expression grew more serious as she put her hands on her girlfriend's shoulders.

"Now I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to think before you give me an answer. Okay?" said Marissa.

Bianca reached out to rest her hands on Marissa's hips.

"Fire away." said Bianca mirroring her expression.

"Do we need to bring your wheelchair, or will you manage for the night?"

Bianca looked at her girlfriend's earnest face.

"I will be fine with my crutches." said Bianca. "We'll only be going to a bar and I promise not to dance on any tables."

"Ha, ha," said Marissa sarcastically. "I said serious answer."

Bianca pulled her girlfriend to sit down beside her on the bed.

"That was serious. I will be fine with my crutches." said Bianca with a playful smile. She rested a hand on Marissa's leather clad thigh and leaned closer to plant a sweet kiss on Marissa's lips. "I'll be fine."

Marissa smiled at the kiss and then her eyes drifted up to Bianca's magnificent hair. She couldn't resist patting the top; the hair hardly moved.

"How much product have you got up in there?" she asked.

"A can and a half, probably. I used to watch my mother when I was little when she was getting ready to go out. I always used to think she looked so glamorous. I just kind of copied what I remembered. I expect it to be flattened by the end of the night."

Marissa grinned and nodded, her own product laden hair wobbling strangely when her head moved.

"Well we both certainly look the part."

"We do." said Bianca, leaning in to rub noses with Marissa. The kisses began again slowly and they got lost in the moment.

Suddenly there was a thumping on the bedroom door.

"Mommy, mama, are you ready?" called Miranda. "Camilla wants me to tell you the baby sitter has arrived and the taxi's waiting…"

Bianca and Marissa pulled apart from their embraced and shared a grin.

"We're ready!" they called together.

"Let's get going." said Bianca.

Marissa held out a hand to help Bianca to her feet.

"Tonight we're going to party like it's 1989!" she said.

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