Two Weeks of Sin

“You’re no fun,” Gina said with a pout, dipping her fries in her milkshake.

“I’m plenty of fun. You just like going to dangerous places and I end up being den mother. I always have to save your ass.”

“Yeah. Like that time you stopped me from going home with the guy in the Ferrari?” she snorted, rolling her eyes.

“Rich guys murder people too,” I pointed out, stealing some more fries. I didn’t want to spend my own money, so I wasn’t above stealing Gina’s food. “You’re too trusting.”

She sighed and shook her head. “No, you’re too paranoid. You have this ‘bad girl in a leather jacket’ persona, but you’re scared of your own damn shadow.”

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I hated when she read me like that. Gina was going to get herself kidnapped one day and I couldn’t help but worry about her overly trusting nature.

“It’s not fear. It’s caution,” I murmured.

“Whatever you call it, it’s no fun,” she said simply.

“You say shit like that and it makes me want to go home.”

Gina sighed and got in on the same side of the booth, draping her arm around me. “I’m not being mean. I just want you to loosen up a little and have some fun.”

“I’m plenty loose.”

“No you aren’t. I can tell by those clothes. Now, let’s hit the mall so we can get you something decent to wear.”

“You aren’t going to let this go, are you?” I asked, frowning a little.

“Not until I see your perfect ass in a dress that actually shows it off.”

I rolled my eyes but sighed and nodded. “Fine. If it’ll shut you up.”

Gina squealed and threw her arms around me, kissing my cheek excitedly. “You’re going to be so pretty!”

I didn’t know if I should take that as a compliment or an insult and I wasn’t quite as excited as she was - but I didn’t like the idea of Gina going a place like that without me so I guess it wouldn’t hurt to pretend.

Chapter Three

“You seriously expect me to walk into the bar looking like this?” I hissed, pulling at the hem of the incredibly tight black dress.

It was made out of a fake leather and hugged every curve of my body in ways I wasn’t really enjoying. This black leather dress was a big change from my normal attire. I fucking hated it.

“You look so good! Quit whining and put your heels on!” she said, handing me heels that looked more like booties.

“I draw the line at heels,” I said quickly, turning away from her and crossing my arms.

“You’re going to look ridiculous if you wear Converse in that dress!”

“Then I’ll look ridiculous. I already told you that I’m not out here to find a man. I don’t want anything to do with those bikers,” I growled, turning away from her.

“You can be so damn stubborn,” she sighed, crossing her arms as street lights blurred past us.

We were back on the tram and heading across the city. The bar we were headed to was on the outskirts of town since biker bars didn’t normally last long in big cities. There was enough crime in downtown Atlanta and the police didn’t want to complicate the situation with a damn biker bar.

“You always throw a fit when I want to go to a biker bar.”

“It’s dangerous, okay? I know you think the world is all butterflies and sunshine but there are sick people out there and bikers can fall under that category” I said simply, still unhappy about the situation.

She sighed and took my hand. “Look, it’s not that I think the world is perfect. I know there are fucked up people out there. I mean, I grew up in Atlanta, girl. I had to deal with racism and sexism every day of my life. I got bullied, threatened and everything else. I know there are bad people, but you can’t let those people define your world. I’m not going to give up on everyone because of a couple of bad eggs. I’d rather believe that people are good until they do something bad.”