Amy wolf whistled at me.
I smiled at her over my shoulder. “Looking good Abrams.”
Amy looked great, no surprises there. She had on high waisted white short shorts with a sheer white shirt tucked into them, her lace bra was showing in a somewhat tasteful way. A black belt knotted around her waist and she was wearing killer black heels. Her red hair was up in a messy ponytail and she wore little makeup.
“I’m going to have to fight off the men…and the women,” I said after looking at her.
“Exactly as I planned grasshopper,” she laughed, rubbing her hands together.
Walking down the driveway towards the back of an old but well restored Victorian, I felt what was akin to butterflies in my stomach. It was an unfamiliar feeling, I usually loved a party of any form, enjoyed meeting new people. But now anxiety chewed at my gut.
“Are you sure we shouldn’t knock at the front door?” I asked Amy uncertainly as I shifted my tray full of brownies slightly.
“No, Rosie said to come straight out back.” She strutted around the corner confidently.
I had to jog a little to catch up with her. Rounding the corner I decided I was definitely nervous. A lot of people were scattered around the vast backyard. Both male and female, mostly around my age but a few older people were mixed in. Amy and I were very overdressed by the looks of it. People were mostly in jean shorts or casual dresses. Not that it mattered I guess, this was me, and like Amy said, I wasn’t changing for anyone. Most of the looks directed our way were curious but friendly, apart from a couple of death glares coming from some very scantily clad girls I would normally call skanks.
“Amy you made it!” A stunning girl ran over to us with a smile on her face.
She hugged Amy like she was an old friend and turned to me.
This town bred beautiful people. With tanned skin, shoulder length brown hair styled into messy waves and stunning blue eyes, this girl was a knockout. She was petite, tiny actually, even in the kick ass blue platform wedges she was wearing; she was a good head shorter than me. Wearing white and black leopard print shorts, a white tank with a chiffon overlay and chunky necklaces, I immediately liked her, not just because of her outfit but because of the straight up friendly smile she was directing at me.
“You must be Gwen.” She focused on my hands and grinned. “And these must be the famous brownies Amy was telling me about.”
Jesus, how long did Amy talk to this girl for? “It’s lovely to meet you, Rosie. You have an awesome place.” I recovered quickly as she took the tray out of my hands.
“Oh and your accent is so cute, and I love your dress.”
“Thanks,” I smiled. “I love your outfit.”
She gazed down. “What, this old thing?” she joked. “Now come with me and I’ll get you ladies some drinks and introduce you.”
“Drinks, great, point me in the right direction,” Amy smiled, rubbing her hands together.
We followed Rosie to a little gazebo that had a table full of food and drinks. People were milling around nodding and smiling as we walked past. Rosie introduced us to a few people who I immediately forgot the names of.
We grabbed our drinks, and chatted with Rosie for a bit who introduced us to her girlfriends, Ashley and Lucy. They both cemented my theory that every person in this town were immortal, disgustingly attractive vampires. Ashley had strawberry blonde short curly hair, pale skin and a light dusting of freckles across her nose. She was wearing a 1950s style yellow polka dot dress with a full skirt. Lucy had dead straight black hair, dark eyes, curves to die for and great skin. I was starting to feel very inadequate.
“So Gwen, you’re opening a clothing store?” Lucy asked excitedly.
“Yeah, I used to be a buyer back in New York, so I thought having my own store would be great, maybe not so great for my shopping addiction though,” I joked.
“Oh my god, this is so great, this town needs somewhere to shop, it’s such a pain in the ass driving two hours to get a half decent outfit,” Lucy told me. “When do you open?”
“Well our opening is Wednesday night and I would love for all of you to come,” I invited the girls.
“That would be kick ass!” Rosie beamed at me. “I’ll make sure to let all the girls know, make it a bit of a girls night out, will there be drinks?”
Amy almost spat out her mouthful. “Of course!”
The women laughed. “But feel free to invite boyfriends and husbands,” I continued. “I’ve invited some of the hunky local law enforcement as well…”
“The sex on a stick cops,” Amy interrupted. “Got to have some man candy there, and I think Mr. Deputy is keen on our girl here.” She pointed at me with her drink.
“Amy, he was just being friendly.” I shot a glare at her.
The women exchanged glances. “Really…do tell, which one?” Ashley asked with a dreamy look on her face.
“Although our men and police don’t seem to get on the best,” Rosie began, rather cautiously.
Uh oh red flags. “What do you mean?” I probed, starting to get a bad feeling.
Rosie began to say something, but her answer was drowned out by the roar of motorbikes,
“Oh shit,” I heard Amy mutter and I followed her gaze.
Oh shit was right. A whole goddamned motorcycle gang had just arrived at the barbeque. Men of all shapes and sizes rounded the corner, some wearing jeans low slung with tight t-shirts under their leather cuts. A couple had bandannas wrapped around their heads; I think I saw a couple of (cringe) wallet chains, and of course the amount of ink on them was insane. Full sleeves, neck tattoos, you name it, these guys probably kept the one tattoo parlor here in business. There had to be about fifteen of them.