Leather and Lace

2

Cordelia had spent the following weeks trying to find a way to go back to that burger joint. Her mind was always thinking back to that mysterious unruly blonde. There was no way she was straight in Cordelia's mind by the way she had treated her.

"Madison, I'm hungry, wanna go out to eat?" The blonde has asked her friend while she was getting home from work one day.

"No, Cordy, I'm gonna be eating dick later. I won't have time," Madison said without care, sighing into the phone.

"Pleeeease, Madison. I'd choose you over a boy," She begged, ignoring her raunchy way of phrasing it.

"Because you're a fruit, Cordy. It's so obvious. You'd choose anyone over a boy because you don't like boys. Plus, you'd be totally hot with a girl. Don't deny it," Madison said bluntly, and a loud sipping noise could be heard through the phone.

"Are you.... are you drinking alcohol?!" Cordelia questioned in a tone most similar to one of a scolding mother. Madison rolled her eyes at her friend's question, and Cordelia could hear the rattling of ice in a cup.

"Of course I am, Delia. What else do you expect from me. Actually... I might be hung over tomorrow morning. So maybe we can go out to eat at like 8 am tomorrow? Sounds like a plan," Madison decided.

"...Can we go to that burger place?" Cordelia said quietly, and Madison could hardly hear it. But once she did, a devious smirk was plastered on her face from ear to ear.

"Hmm, and why are you asking? You fancying someone, Delia?"

"No! I just... liked the burger," Cordelia trailed off, obvious that she was lying.

"Oh, please," Madison chuckled,"I know you'd much rather be eating at some rich joint where half of the menu is in French. You wanna see Misty again, huh?" Madison knew Cordelia all too well.

"No..."

"Yes, you do!" Madison yelled into her phone, "You have the hots for Misty! You know what... I'm cancelling my plans, we're going to that burger place tonight and I'm getting you laid. Be ready by six," And with that, Madison hung up.

Cordelia face-palmed herself for being so obvious with her intentions. What am I gonna wear! I look an absolute mess, there's no way I can see her like this, Cordelia thought to herself, looking at herself through her phone's camera after a long day of work. She sighed, finally getting the chance to kick off her work heels and walk up to her bedroom. Cordelia... she's just a waitress, don't be ahead of yourself...

However, Cordelia still spent the next half hour rummaging through her closet, looking for an outfit to wear. There was absolutely no way she could go the way she went last time, looking like a self-obsessed prick in formal attire. But all of her wardrobe was formal attire, she didn't know what to wear.

Cordelia sighed before looking in the absolute back of her closet where the things she hardly ever wore were. She found a pair of jeans. Oh how she hated jeans. They hugged her ass in a way that made her embarrassed. Cordelia wasn't one to wear anything form-fitting, she absolutely hated her figure, and anything that hug so tightly should have been a sin in her eyes. She let out a deep breath before deciding to put on the jeans, feeling the scratchy material slide up her legs.

She chose a casual, white and light blue striped button-up blouse that was the least ugly, but most casual thing she had. At the very back of her closet, there were white converse. She winced at the pair of shoes, for she hadn't looked at them in months. They were hers from college, and she had gotten them because her mother would have never allowed her to wear such "low-class" shoes when she was in high school, so she decided to purchase them for herself in college. She slid them on her feet, letting out a sigh of relief when they still fit.