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Fancy Dress

It was a night out, or a night in, depending on how you looked at it. Me and my boyfriend, Tom were going to a fancy dress house party at one of his friend’s houses. He was dressed as your quintessential pirate, and I was going as a burlesque dancer. This essentially entailed me wearing next to nothing; simply some black high heels, stockings and suspenders with a corset and some halfway down the leg, frilly shorts style knickers. I was running late upstairs and was putting the finished touches to my hair, curling away with the straighteners when I heard Tom shouting. “They’re here now!” “Coming!” I shouted. Tom’s friend Caleb and his girlfriend Steph had ordered a taxi and had agreed to pick us up on the way, splitting the fare between the four of us. I hurried downstairs, out of the door and into the back of the six seater. “Hey, good looking!” said Steph. “Wow, are you not feeling exposed?” she asked earnestly as the car pulled away. “No!” I laughed, pretending to cover up my chest with both hands. “I do a bit! But there’d be no point if it wasn’t authentic would there, wonder woman?” I said joking with her as she laughed with me; she was dressed as wonder woman. “Who’s going tonight?” Caleb asked Tom and they began engaging a conversation together. “Err, loads of people. It’s a good job Callum’s house is as big as it is! I think his girlfriend will be there, well; I say girlfriend, I mean who ever he’s seeing this week!” They laughed. “Colin, Jack, Gemma, err… oh Rick is ...

... coming after he finishes work so I doubt that he’ll be dressing up to be honest” “Why come if you’re not dressing up?!” Steph spouted. “I agree Steph” I said nudging her arm and winking. “By the way what have you come as, Caleb? You look like you’ve just finished at the gym!” “That’s kind of the point Aims! I’m Usain Bolt!” “It’s a good job you’re black isn’t it Caleb, otherwise that would make no sense whatsoever!” Chuckled Tom, Caleb laughed and we turned a heavy corner, swinging Steph into me. We pulled up to the house and could hear low thudding bass as soon as we stepped out of the car. Tom knocked and the grim reaper answered, or Callum as his friends knew him. He invited us in and it was already apparent that he was half cut. There must have been about twenty people already in the house, drinking. Callum gave me, Steph and Caleb a tour of the massive house as Tom went to get some drinks from the kitchen. This place had five bedrooms, four toilets and the biggest living/dining room area I’ve ever been in; and the kitchen was the same size as my houses entire ground floor. After I was acquainted with the place, I returned to Tom who handed me a double vodka and coke. “It’s fucking enormous!” I shouted to him over the music. He bobbed his head to the music, in agreement with me before wandering off out the back of the kitchen for a cigarette. I spent the next half an hour to forty-five minutes chatting to various people, some of whom I knew, some I didn’t. Some who were ...