Wanda exhaled in relief as her dresser finished untying the laces of the corset and gave a stretch. It felt good to be free of the costume, much as she enjoyed being in it.
"So," the other girl urged, carefully putting the costume away as Wanda began to dress. "Are you ever going to tell me who that guy is?"
"What guy?" Wanda asked, voice slightly muffled as she tugged her sweater over her head.
The other rolled her eyes. "You
know which guy." When Wanda stared blankly back at her she gave a put upon sigh. "Tall, handsome, blue eyes, with the mutanist haircut."
"He's not one of those. His hair's just like that."
"Sure he isn't. And don't change the subject."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I'm
talking about that
sinful hottie who's come to the show and sat in your reserved seats the last three shows."
Wanda shrugged. "He's just my friend. Like a brother, really."
"Oh Wanda,
please tell me you're
joking."
Wanda tugged her boots on and draped her scarf about her throat.
"You're not fucking around with me, are you? You're
not dating him? Oh don't give me that face!"
"Hildie, I am not dating him." She pulled on her jacket and hefted her bag over her shoulder. "He's just a really great guy whose been great to me. And I'm really lucky to have him for a friend."
"Wanda, there are quite a few other ways you can be
lucky..."
She tugged open her dressing room door, looking over her shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow."