Rhythm of The Night -2- (Percy Jackson FanFic)

-_Chapter Nine_-

I looked at my reflection, not entirely thrilled with what I was seeing.  Light blue wasn't my color.  Sure, the hue went with my hair and dark skin tone, but it didn't sit well with me.  I didn't like the glowing-feeling I was having while wearing this color.  Don't get me wrong- I am a girl, and I do have a sense of fashion.  But this... This just made me feel like a daughter of Aphrodite.  I had already done that once, and I wasn't about to do it again.

"Drea, come out!" Morgan's voice called.  "I wanna see!"

I sighed, pulling my hair over my shoulder before opening up the dressing room door and stepping out.  Morgan was busy adjusting a bright, vibrant purple dress that was one-shoulder in style and barely covered her butt.  But because Morgan is Morgan, she can pull the seductive look off.

"Hey, that's kinda cute!" she offered, turning from the mirror to look at me.  I stuck my tongue out and pretended to gag myself.

"I don't want cute, Morgs." I told her.  "I want sexy."

She arched an eyebrow.  "Is someone thinking of being naughty at homecoming?" she asked with a smirk on her face.

I shrugged, facing my dressing room again.  "Maybe.  I am feeling...terribly lonely." I admitted with a hint of teasing in my voice.  Morgan laughed, and I started undressing, eager to get out of this gown.  I stepped back into my jean capris and shrugged on the t-shirt I had paired with them.  Already irritated with my hair, I flipped it up into a ponytail and finger combed my bangs down.

I opened the door once more, not surprised at all that Morgan was still admiring her dress.  "Would you hurry up?  You decided on that one like ten minutes ago!" I said.

"Are you sure it's the one?" she asked, twisting to see her back better.

I sighed.  "Yes, you look freaking gorgeous.  You'll get much more action than I will, trust me." I assured her.

"Oh, ho," she chuckled, wagging a finger at me as she retreated to her own dressing room.  "You're funny."

I held up three fingers.  "Scout's honor.  I'm even willing to bet." I told her.

"Whatever, Andrea!"

I laughed, walking out of the dressing room and into the main part of the store.  I began scanning through the racks again, although I was sure I had seen every dressin this Deb store I was supposed to see.  I wasn't big on prints, too much glitz, or frills.  I like simple, elegant, and style.

Kinda like a sports car.  I'm really good at picking out those.

I sighed, turning to a rack entirely filled with black dresses.  I bit my lip, deciding that I could try it.  I may be dating and in love with the Lord of the Dead's son, but black was never really my thing. I starting flipping through hangers, slowly realizing that I had it all wrong.  If I didn't want prints or lots of glitter or anything, black was my best option.  I easily chose three dresses that I liked much more than anything I had tried on and headed back into the dressing room.

"Mo, I've got three more to try on and then I'm officially done!" I announced with a grin.  

"Not entirely sure I trust your judgement..." came her muffled reply.

I yanked my shirt over my head.  "You know what, hush.  Have a little faith in me." I retorted while making short work of my jeans.  I slowly undid the delicate zipper on the first dress, slipping it off the hanger and onto my body.  The thing fit like a glove, hugging my body while still having some flare to it.  The neckline was a low V into a halter-style around my neck, decorated with an intricate design of crystals.  The shimmer of the crystals was a great contrast to the jet black of the dress, which fell to my mid/upper thighs.