(Katrina)
I pulled at the sheer fabric that now covered my torso. The black mesh sparkled with glitter throughout, making the lights from the club bounce off of me as I peered around nervously.
I know I was covered, but the see-through aspect of it had me on edge. It was between this or a small dress that barely covered my ass.
At least I am wearing pants. Stephanie, on the other hand, seems to have chosen the small dress. I can't really blame her. She looks incredible in it.
At least mine has long sleeves and a black camie beneath. The leather pants cling to me like a second skin, though.
"Here! Drink this!" Jolie suddenly shouted above the music before shoving a pink cocktail in front of me.
It's been a while since I drank. Before the accident, actually. Well, that's a lie. So
