Blue grabbed the milk out of the refrigerator as she held a magazine in the opposite hand. This months issue of Smut Paradise was extremely intriguing. Not only were the short stories enticing but that art and photos were plentiful and brought plenty of Blue's fantasies to life.
With her eyes fixated on the sexy centerfold, she completely missed the glass on the counter. Milk spilled everywhere as she continued to pour.
"Blue! The milk!" Gio called out, rushing over with a towel.
Blue lifted the milk and set the magazine down. "Sorry about that. I was kinda distracted."
"Why do you even read that stuff? It's completely inappropriate." Harper commented, clicking away at the laptop in front of her.
"Come on," Blue walked over to where she sat on the kitchen table. "You gotta admit that this is hot."
Harper's eyes widened as Blue showed her the centerfold. Blue laughed at her reaction, moving the magazine out of her face. "What's wrong? Never seen a pair of big boobs before?"
"Not when I'm hanging out with you."
"Wow, just had to hit me where it hurts the most, didn't you." Blue mumbled, sitting across from her as she buried her face back into the magazine.
Gio finished cleaning the spilled milk as GG suddenly appeared. She hurried over to Harper and looked at the computer screen. "Did you find anything about the hotel?"
"Yes. There's going to be a gala held there tonight. Apparently a lot of bigwigs are going to be there also."
"How are we suppose to get in?"
"The event is open to the public."
GG crossed her arms, "That seems odd."
"It's good news for us. I was worried we were going to have to break in."
Gio jumped up onto one of the chairs and placed his chin on the table. "Why are you guys going to a hotel?"
"Uhh..." GG looked at Harper for help.
"An art gallery. The hotel is holding an art gallery." Blue finally spoke.
Gio's ears perked up. "Really? I didn't think you'd all be into that sort of thing."
"Of course we are. It's about.." Harper paused, looking around for any sort of inspiration. Her eyes landed on the magazine. "...about women and their bodies."
Blue raised an eyebrow, trying to restrain herself from smiling.
"That's interesting. Since it's a gala at a fancy hotel I'm guessing the artwork will be tasteful. But are you sure you should take Blue? She might get excited and start licking the paintings."
Blue scowled, "Come on Gio. It's not like I don't have any self-control."
"You guys should go to the gala in a limo." Gio commented, ignoring Blue. "It would make you seem fancy."
"There's no way we could afford a limo. Besides, we could always ask and see if Nixon could drive us." Harper replied, closing the laptop.
GG put her hands on Harpers shoulders, "Getting a limo is actually a good idea. We'd blend in better. It would seem like we belong there."
"Where would we get a limo?" Blue asked.
"I think I might know a guy."
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Walking up to the funeral home, GG knocked on the wooden door. Harper looked around and notice a bag of chicken feed sitting on the floor next to a marble bench. "I've never been here before."
"Of course not. You're not dead."
Harper gave GG a puzzled look.
The door slowly opened as a face peered out, "What do you want?"
"Slate. It's me."
He stared at her before a smile covered his face, "GG! Hows my favorite ghost girl?"
"Fine. I was just wondering if I could borrow the car?"
"Why? Gotta get rid of a body?" he asked quietly, eyeing her friends.
She sighed, "Can we just come in?"
He nodded and let them in. They all noticed Slates choice of clothing. Dressed all in black but a country aesthetic. Goth Cowboy was the only way to describe it.
They walked into a small, stuffy room. An old floral rug layout on the hardwood flooring. There was a tattered couch in the right corner and two small chairs on the left. The two sliding doors in front of them lead out to a small courtyard. Blue peeked into an open door on the right, seeing pews full of ghosts. Harper peeking in after her, curious as to what was going on.
"It's a funeral. The ghosts are saying goodbye to their old lives and accepting death." Slate whispered.
"I didn't know ghosts had funerals too." Harper replied.
He waived for them to follow him down a hallway, "Not many people know about it."
Slate led them down the hall and through a white door. He switched on the light, revealing a small garage, "Here we are."
Blue stared at the black hearse, "I'm pretty sure that's not a limo."
"It's close enough." GG smiled.
"You girls going somewhere special?"
"A gala." Harper replied.
He ran his hands through his long, black, feathery hair. "Thats cool. It reminds me of the time the Mrs. and I-"
"Slate!!" someone yelled out.
They all turned to see a woman standing in the doorway. She had blonde, feathery (literal feathers), jaw length hair and a petite figure. She wore a modest, black and white, knee length dress that buttoned all the way, covered most of her neck. Her caves down were bird legs. Chicken legs, to be exact. Something that may not be important in sharing is that this bird species is called a Harpy. With that being said, you are now to imagine Slate with chicken legs, for he is also a Harpy.
Mrs. Harpy stood there with a scowl on her face.
"My love, is there something wron-"
"Don't 'my love' me! You left the chicken feed outside again! How many times do I have to tell you not to leave it out there!?"
Slate walked over and planted a kiss on her small lips, running his hands through her feathered hair. Blue covered Harper's eyes, chuckling as she slapped her hand away.
"I can never seem to stay mad at you." she said, caressing his face, her fingers lightly touching his eyebrow piercings.
"Nancy. I asked Slate if we could borrow the hearse." GG interrupted. "I hope that's okay."
"Of course! As long as you have it back by tomorrow morning, it's fine." Nancy eyed the other two girls, "Did the brunette kill someone? Is that why you need it?"
"Why me!?" Harper freaked out.
"I'm guessing you've let people use the hearse to get away with murders." Blue deducted.
Nancy shrugged, "You'll never know."
Slate tossed GG the keys, "Be gentle with her. I don't want to see a scratch on her when you get back from the gala."
"Gala!? Oooh! What are you going to wear?" Nancy asked, hopping from foot to foot.
"Uh, our normal clothes." Harper replied, looking down at her plaid shirt and apron.
"No! That won't do at all. You have to look sophisticated."she snapped her fingers, ordering them to follow her back inside.
She lead them back down the hall and into the stuffy room. They headed out onto the court yard and over to a small shed. Nancy unlocked the shed door and opened it, revealing a rack of fancy dresses. "Alright ladies. Take your pick."