"It's the only thing left in your size!" Charlotte exclaims, throwing the offensive item into my arms as she dragged me towards the till.
"Charlotte!" I hiss, my eyes darting around us anxiously. "I can't wear this- they'll think I'm taking the piss!"
"Sweetheart. You will look amazing."
"It looks like it's a sex outfit!" I gasp, holding it out for her to see.
Charlotte folds her arms, fixing me with her cool stare.
"Well it's either that, or you go as Dracula's Bride. Black dress, long wig, which I'm not sure we will get today without paying a fortune-"
I close my eyes then, pinching the bridge of my nose. I didn't have the cash to be spending on ridiculous outfits, so this damn thing was going to have to do. I just couldn't imagine my flabby belly-
"You've got a gorgeous body. Stop being a twat."
"Stop doing that!" I mutter, joining the queue to pay.
"I know you. That look in your eyes told me you were worrying about your belly again-"
"Will you keep your voice down!" I hiss, aware that people were now craning their necks to look at my stomach. I was about a size fourteen to sixteen, blessed with a soft stomach and huge breasts. My legs were fairly slender though, but my obsession with food was the problem.
"I think you're stunning," Charlotte continues, dropping her tiny fancy dress outfit onto the desk with a clatter. She had gone for a sexy pirate ensemble, and I knew standing next to her I would look like a laughing stock. Well, you get the idea. "Ooh, you need fishnets-"
Charlotte adds a pair of fishnets to my outfit, winking at me.
"I hate you."
"I know. Love you, babes."
Six hours later and I'm staring at my reflection with a pleasant surprise. It may be to do with the wine Charlotte and Harry plied me with whilst I got ready, but I had to admit, I looked good. The tight black pencil skirt held my stomach in well, but that was probably to do with the hefty stomach flatteners I was wearing beneath it. The tight white shirt was roomy around my waist, yet tight around my breasts. A checkered tie sat beneath the collar, and a shiny metal badge gleamed at me from beside it. I slipped on my black stilettos, hating the feeling of the fishnet tights against them.
"Officer," calls a deep voice from the doorway. "You need your hat and your baton. It can get kinda rowdy downtown this time of night."
Charlotte grins at me from the doorway, standing beside a very handsome Jack Sparrow.
"Hey, Harry," I smooth down my skirt anxiously. "Does this look okay?"
"Shit, you should let the Captain see you in that. I swear we would have a higher number of successful arrests."
Harry was charming, but he was doing right by Charlotte. Keep the best friend sweet, I knew the drill.
"Let's go down, people will be here soon."
I follow the happy couple down their stairs, my stilettos sinking into their plush carpet. Soon enough I'm on solid ground, and I'm drinking wine to calm my nerves.
"Did you sign up to that website?" Charlotte asks, opening the fridge to tug out snacks and more wine. I shrug, picking up a stick with cheese and tomato on. I prefer it with onion, but I guess it wasn't ideal for a party. The sound of rock music began to seep in from the lounge, and I felt my toe tap along with the beat. It was the good old stuff- Guns N Roses.
"Bloody hell, you haven't, have you?" Charlotte sighs, plastering a smile when a platinum blonde woman walked in, disguised as Catwoman. "Hey! Thanks for coming, I know it's short notice."
I smile at the woman who didn't return the gesture, her eyes widening at my outfit. Charlotte pushes a glass of prosecco into her hands, before turning back to me.
"You need to get out there, Max. It's been ages-"
"God, don't start," I groan, pushing more cheese and tomato into my mouth. "This cheese is amazing."
"M&S. Cornish cruncher with balsamic onion. Harry is obsessed with it."
I nod, making a mental note to pick some up. I drain the last of my wine, before refilling it again. I'm happy to find I'm relaxing, and the party seems to fill with more people. One guy catches my attention when he walks in, all dark hair and glasses. I had a soft spot for guys that looked geeky, and this guy had it down. He also seemed to clock me, and it was then that I realised he was here as a Ghostbuster, which only intrigued me more. I was alarmed when he moved towards me, his hands resting on my hips as he moved past me.
"Which one are you?" I asked, feeling him pause and move towards me.
Ooh. He smelt nice. Minty, sexy. Not the deepest voice though.
"Which Ghostbuster are you?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
He waved a hand at his face, dimples appearing when he grinned boyishly.
"Eagon?" I guess, and he laughs easily.
"The one and only."
I smile then, lifting my glass to my lips as he gazes at me for a moment, before he turns towards the fridge. He pulls out a beer, using a bottle opener from his keyring to open it.
"You brought that with you?" I laugh, shaking my head with amusement.
"I'm an officer of the law, ma'am. I need to be prepared for every situation," he says gravely, before he winks. Jesus, where had this guy been all my life? "You should know, officer."
I feel my cheeks flush then, his smile widening as he drinks his beer.
"I'm pretty sure I'm already drunk," he confesses, leaning towards me as I gaze at his dark brown eyes. "A few of us hit the pub before we came. It's only at the end of the road, but by Christ, the beer was good."
"Strong?" I laugh, sipping my wine. He had a good body, and if I didn't know better, I'd guess he was sending me positive signals.
"Strong? It was like homebrew."
His eyes keep dropping to my lips, before darting around the room.
"Who are you here with? Boyfriend? Husband?"
Ooh. If he was asking that then he was interested.
"I'm not with anyone," I admit, draining yet another glass of wine.
He frowns, as I nod.
"Really. So what's your name?"
He leans on the counter, whispering quietly.
"Tonight, I'm Eagon. What about you? Officer...what?"
He frowns again, puzzled.
"Officer Max? A little bit of an odd choice, but-"
"No," I laugh, glancing around the busy kitchen. "My name. It's Max."
"Beautiful. Suits you," he murmurs, and we exchange a smile. I'm feeling excited now, but I need to not get carried away.
"Favorite film?" I demand, as he nods at someone across the room.
"Fuck off," I gasp, earning myself an amused grin from Eagon. There was no way that was his favourite- it was up there with one of mine. "I love that film!"
"I've got a better question," Eagon grins, leaning in to whisper into my ear. "Will you meet me in the bathroom in two minutes?"
I'm stunned momentarily, but then I decide to seize the moment.
"Okay," I agree, licking my lips as he watches me. He finishes his beer, glancing around before walking away, heading towards the toilet beneath the stairs. No one bats an eyelid, and I pause, giving it some time before I stand up, knocking back my wine. My body was humming from the alcohol, and I'm swaying my hips as I walked towards the bathroom.
What was I doing? I didn't even know this guy!
I turn the handle on the door, and step inside to find Eagon waiting for me. He wastes no time slamming me against the wall, his hand tracing over my breasts as he groans.
"God you're hot as fuck," he mutters, his mouth on mine. I'm a little shocked, but the attention feels good. My hands wrap around his neck, and his tongue pushes into my mouth. I kiss him back, trying to match his pace, and failing. It's just so frantic.
"Wait," I say, as he kisses me again. Jesus, he needed to calm down. I'd not had sex in years and I still wasn't this desperate. What was a gorgeous looking guy with incredible banter this sex starved? "Stop, you need to calm down. I'm not fucking a stranger in the toilet."
I'm stunned when he nods, standing up and pushing his hand through his dark hair.
"Sorry. You're just...well, look at you."
I'm flattered, but it's just a little much for me. I prefer to be wined and dined, and at least get to know someone's real name.
"Let's go back out," I say breezily, and he nods, kissing me again before I opened the door. Was I crazy? This guy was gorgeous and-
"Wilkinson! Where the fuck have you been- oh. What?"
Surprisingly, there's people waiting for the toilet, and at the front of the queue there's no other than Cain Harvey. Well, Cain Harvey dressed as Clark fucking Kent. He wore a tight white shirt over a superman t shirt, thick rimmed glasses and his hair slicked back.
God save me from his beauty.
"You dirty dog Wilkinson," Cain whistles, before his eyes drift over me. "Hey, actually, I don't blame you, but that's not your wife is it?"
"Excuse me," I mutter, as Cain frowns, his eyes flickering with recognition. I glare at Eagon the cheater, a feeling of nausea in my stomach.
I'm searching for Charlotte, but I can't find her. I'm in a blind panic now, convinced some woman is going to attack me for making out with her husband in the loo.
"Fuck," I hiss, aware that I'm standing in a room filled with mainly men.
"Oi oi, looks like the stripper has arrived," someone jeers from in front of me, and I freeze. I knew I looked like a stripper, and that was why matey boy Eagon had treated me like one. I narrow my eyes before turning back towards the kitchen, determined to find Charlotte.
"Hey," I feel a hand on my arm, and I turn to see Cain gazing at me with concern. "Are you alright?"
"Oh yeah, I'm peachy."
Cain clenches his jaw, before frowning. His tones changed, and he sounds genuinely concerned.
"No, really. Are you alright? You and Wilkinson-"
I cut him off with a deadly glare, shaking my head forcefully.
"It was consensual," I snap, spotting Charlotte emerging from the busy kitchen.
"Didn't have you down as a homewrecker," Cain shrugs, as my mouth falls open with stunned surprise. He gazes down at my outfit, rubbing his mouth with his fingers. "Or a stripper."
"Fuck off," I command, as Charlotte reaches us.
"Ooh, sorry. Not interrupting anything am I?"
We both glare at one another, before Cain shrugs and walks away.
I genuinely hate that man.