Who: Cherry and Georgette
When: Saturday, after 10pm
, a bar at The Liberty Hotel in Boston
What: Girls night out... with a twist ;)
Cherry was excited to go out tonight, not just because she had high hopes regarding her date, but because she needed to get out in general, and Boston was a fun city from what she'd seen so far. She missed her home state, but Massachusetts wasn't so bad. Though, it was a lot colder here... the wind more biting, which she felt as she walked the short path from her car (now in the hands of a pimple faced valet) into the lobby of the hotel. It was a beautiful building, classy, and she looked slightly out of place in her mini skirt, thigh high boots and short jacket. All black. All leather. Only her shirt was loose fitting, because it had belonged to a man. She recalled fondly how she stole it off a businessman.
A few eyebrows were raised in her direction. People somewhat correctly assumed she was a prostitute. It was true, but she wasn't here to see a client, but rather a colleague. She smiled sweetly at all who stared at her, completely unphased by their judgmental gazes, as she made her way to the bar.
Cherry quickly found a sofa and made herself comfortable next to a group of women who were wearing far more traditional clothing for a girls night out. They were gal pals, not lesbians, which was a shame. A minute later, they vacated the sofa, leaving Cherry all by her lonesome for all of five seconds before she was flanked by men eager to buy her drinks.