Amber had never been the one to put make-up on or to wear exposed dresses. Heck, she hadn’t even one to go to pubs either, but here she was standing in the line with her two equally crazy best friends in front of a pub that was dressed in a dark maroon knee-length dress, its sweetheart neck exposing her collar bone and her long curled slightly and left to flow freely and the vivid brown high heels adorning her feet.
“Hey…here!” they saw a boy in a waiter's uniform waving at them. The boy with curly black locks made his way towards them with a big smile etched upon his face.
“How are you, Jemmy?” Hannah asked him the moment he was close enough.
“Awesome as always.” Hannah and Jemmy made their weird handshake, making Emily and Amber chuckle at their antique.
“You guys don’t need to stand
